<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565</id><updated>2012-02-12T12:05:52.831+08:00</updated><title type='text'>postdated</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-5451526259659039775</id><published>2007-12-03T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:22:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inspiration from the uninspired</title><summary type='text'>who reads them anyway? before i started writing messages for souvenir programs, i didn't even care to read them. i didn't listen much to speeches when they turned out to be boring. but the good speeches i did listen to and commented well when i needed to just to show appreciation. only the messages that caught my attention were the ones i scanned over only to turn the page.there's my dilemma. how</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5451526259659039775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=5451526259659039775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/5451526259659039775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/5451526259659039775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/11/inspiration-from-uninspired.html' title='inspiration from the uninspired'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-2749559286792343470</id><published>2007-12-03T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T22:13:15.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's "Ewan Ko" Meals</title><summary type='text'>i've always loved my mom's cooking.its like mom's cooking is the foundation of my food preferences, what i've grown up liking and disliking outside of the house, always has its roots in what i had eaten (or not eaten) from mom's kitchen.but don't get me wrong. i'm adventurous when it comes to food. i like tasting a sample of anything that's new - if not to the place i'm in then, something new to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2749559286792343470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=2749559286792343470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/2749559286792343470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/2749559286792343470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/12/moms-ewan-ko-meals.html' title='Mom&apos;s &quot;Ewan Ko&quot; Meals'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-7193731250007324</id><published>2007-09-19T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:31:50.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on confirmation and cynicism</title><summary type='text'>i've lived under the assumptions of the roman catholic religion since i was baptized into it some 20 years ago, or so it should be. but here i am 21, have not yet been confirmed, and pretty much boarderlining between non-practicing and heretic by the terms.children should be confirmed usually when they're about 11 or twelve. but during my grade school days, unlike when we recieved holy communion,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7193731250007324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=7193731250007324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/7193731250007324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/7193731250007324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-confirmation-and-cynicism.html' title='on confirmation and cynicism'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-6434293071793273430</id><published>2007-09-14T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T15:50:41.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i dont give out testimonials because i'm lazy to write them</title><summary type='text'>very simply put and very much my final statement on friendster testimonials aka comments, as updated.what is it about a testimonal that so many people want one? testimonials are simply someone's oppinion on something, in this context that would be you (and me). the credibility part is something that's relative, but for advertizing it would be the most important thing aside from saying that the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/6434293071793273430/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-4874133092716179818</id><published>2007-09-02T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T14:13:00.217+08:00</updated><title type='text'>things to think about...</title><summary type='text'>...or at least some things that have crossed my mind enough for me to write them down. leftovers maybe, trivial, but thought provoking.  why do cowboys ride on horses? and why call them cow-boys (and gals) anyway? i'd pay a buck to see them actually ride a cow and get somewhere, but thing is, they don't. why not call them "horseboys"? i guess its probably because they tend to cows... logical yes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/4874133092716179818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=4874133092716179818' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/4874133092716179818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/4874133092716179818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/05/things-to-think-about.html' title='things to think about...'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-5031729610385168031</id><published>2007-08-22T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:40:36.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prelude</title><summary type='text'>...almost but not exactly.after a long hiatus from blogging, i get my browser to blogger and my fingers typing. i realize that this is indeed something i have missed. and only the timeline gives away the fact that this signals another chapter of sorts.but i'd like to think of this entry as a prelude, an introduction, a beginning maybe, to all the things that i have put off doing for so long - and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5031729610385168031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=5031729610385168031' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/5031729610385168031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/5031729610385168031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/08/prelude.html' title='Prelude'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-2827093685754559143</id><published>2007-06-20T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:40:41.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts of Kindness</title><summary type='text'>I was late for work today, left the house at about 8:30 just in time to catch a jeep on its way down. I was the only passenger after the driver and I agreed with me saying “admin” and handing over seven pesos. As the jeep came to a stop, basked in the morning sunshine in front of Maquiling School, the driver turned to me. “Ingat po kayo,” he said with a smile.That made my day. :) The kind of “</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2827093685754559143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=2827093685754559143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/2827093685754559143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/2827093685754559143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/06/random-acts-of-kindness.html' title='Random Acts of Kindness'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-3355563980139652898</id><published>2007-03-20T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:40:25.552+08:00</updated><title type='text'>E-mail: Sent</title><summary type='text'>written by jenavictoria for HUM 160March 20, 2007--whatever poor excuse for a short story this is, it doesn't matter anymore what grade it got.    The deadline for her manuscript was a month ago, yet here she was still making her way through the third part of her Results and Discussions. The deadline she had to meet now was two days away. But she was already too far behind.      Minina sat in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3355563980139652898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=3355563980139652898' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/3355563980139652898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/3355563980139652898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/03/e-mail-sent.html' title='E-mail: Sent'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-5297980163660505935</id><published>2007-03-06T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:36:15.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Be careful what you fortune for</title><summary type='text'>short story written by jenavictoriafor HUM 160March 6, 2007--not exactly scientific, but a short story nonetheless. Miya is a small girl, dark skinned, small built, but her size is just perfect for the one-sized surplus clothes they sell in the nearby stores. But Miya is almost 25, old for a girl who begs for money, but young for a woman who’d sell fake magic to get money. Her hair is black, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/5297980163660505935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=5297980163660505935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/5297980163660505935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/5297980163660505935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/03/be-careful-what-you-fortune-for.html' title='Be careful what you fortune for'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-853148213854929772</id><published>2007-01-18T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:41:34.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think about The Lakehouse</title><summary type='text'>written by jenavictoriafor HUM 160January 18, 2007--about a concept of time. but teacher comments were that it was more of a movie review. tsk.in between they fall in love  in the end they are together  but in the beginning…?     then think about Time  if time is a circle  if time can flow back like a stream and people and objects get trapped in the past  just as Einstein may have dreamt it  as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/853148213854929772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=853148213854929772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/853148213854929772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/853148213854929772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/08/think-about-lakehouse.html' title='Think about The Lakehouse'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-9207774647031044293</id><published>2007-01-18T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:26:35.179+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine Underground is nowhere near heaven</title><summary type='text'>written by jenavictoriafor HUM 160January 18, 2007--trying to give a feeling of death while describing a pair of shoes is much easier when not trying to describe sunshine yellow high-cut Chuck Taylors. canvas wrapped in yellow blindness  the answer is yes, if you ask, you are  orange here is like fire  but this is no where near heaven     blue and black stains  punched, battered and beaten  dyed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/9207774647031044293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=9207774647031044293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/9207774647031044293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/9207774647031044293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunshine-underground-is-nowhere-near.html' title='Sunshine Underground is nowhere near heaven'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-7676668903595747126</id><published>2007-01-18T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:27:53.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost beyond the perimeter</title><summary type='text'>written by jenavictoriafor HUM 160January 18, 2007--describing nature with city concepts. did i succeed? tsk.there is a perimeter between here and there   which ends in concrete or asphalt and begins in rock…     buildings  made solely of the material they use for country furniture   rise high above   sky scrapers  only, they have huge umbrellas on top     fountains  in rocky cribs  would blast </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/7676668903595747126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=7676668903595747126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/7676668903595747126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/7676668903595747126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/01/lost-beyond-perimeter.html' title='Lost beyond the perimeter'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-2313942478052004486</id><published>2006-12-18T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:22:13.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phenylpropanolamine HCl Chlorphenamine Malete Paracetamol</title><summary type='text'>written by jenavictoriafor HUM 160December 18, 2006there is no cure for the common cold  there is no cure for a condemned soul     like tiny pieces of packed powder  see drops of red among shards of glass on the floor     sealed in bright aluminum foil  suffocated beneath plastic or cloth     popped, broken, torn  bruises, scratches, cuts     flushed down with water  a jump to the fathoms below</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2313942478052004486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=2313942478052004486' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/2313942478052004486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/2313942478052004486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/08/phenylpropanolamine-hcl-chlorphenamine.html' title='Phenylpropanolamine HCl Chlorphenamine Malete Paracetamol'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-1831528978852507383</id><published>2006-12-18T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:17:51.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration</title><summary type='text'>Written by jenavictoriafor  HUM 160December 18, 2006import java.util.*;  import java.io.*;  class Frustration{  /*      String irritation, helplessness, disappointment;  int concepts;  private int limits=6;//only what you can do  private int explanations, practice; //does not make perfect  String moralSupport = “You can do it!!”;     Frustration(){  //goals unachieved  //difficulty  //“I just can</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/1831528978852507383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=1831528978852507383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/1831528978852507383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/1831528978852507383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2006/12/frustration.html' title='Frustration'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-2233641707982826488</id><published>2006-10-17T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:51:00.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Medicinal Plants in Dosage Forms</title><summary type='text'>October 17’ 2006Draft No. 2This is a feature article I wrote for my development journalism classes.  It is midnight and you’re suddenly attacked by a bad cough. The only remedy you have is a lagundi plant growing in your backyard. Before it becomes a cough medicine that you can use, you must prepare it into a simple mixture, which takes more than boiling-in-water.  Why take the effort when you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/2233641707982826488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=2233641707982826488' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/2233641707982826488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/2233641707982826488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2006/10/medicinal-plants-in-dosage-forms.html' title='Medicinal Plants in Dosage Forms'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-113077697603064490</id><published>2005-11-01T00:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T00:42:56.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Saints' Day?</title><summary type='text'>Undas.      Ito ang panahon sa bawat taon kung kailan inaalala ang ating mga mahal na patay na. Nandiyan ang mga ipinagdadasal ang kanilang mga mahal sa buhay, kasama na ang mga kaluluwa sa purgatory. Yung iba nagmumuni-muni, naglalabas ng mga lumang larawan at inaalala ang mga magagandang alaala na naiwan sa kanila. At higit sa lahat nakagawian na ng mga pinoy na katoliko na dalawin ang mga </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/113077697603064490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=113077697603064490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/113077697603064490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/113077697603064490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2005/11/all-saints-day.html' title='All Saints&apos; Day?'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-112395207117762734</id><published>2005-08-10T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:54:31.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>diyse nuebe</title><summary type='text'>Warning: dramatic and unorganized thoughts.They say your eighteenth year is a year that welcomes you to womanhood (for girls of course), to adulthood, but I guess my eighteenth year has welcomed me, most of all, to a maturity that can only happen once in eighteen years.I have a lot to be thankful for: my Life, and what goes on in it, my family, the fact that I’m not impoverished, the people I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/112395207117762734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=112395207117762734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/112395207117762734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/112395207117762734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2005/08/diyse-nuebe.html' title='diyse nuebe'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-112395173819692464</id><published>2005-08-05T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T00:49:00.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of the ordinary</title><summary type='text'>The point is: kapansin-pansin ang mga bagay na di pangkaraniwan, out of the ordinary.&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp Bakit sa commercial ng Close Up kapansin panisn yung girl na nakasmile? Tama si Ava, kasi maganda siya, makinis, manda manumit at of course naka-smile siya. Pero yung point ng commercial is being kapansin pansin dahil sa ngiti di ba? Sa bagay di naman talaga pangkaraniwan ang parating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/112395173819692464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=112395173819692464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/112395173819692464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/112395173819692464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2005/08/out-of-ordinary.html' title='out of the ordinary'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-112153207353974845</id><published>2005-07-17T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:41:13.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beliefs in brief</title><summary type='text'>a short list of my philisophies in life.(this is something i wrote for my DEVC 70, interpesonal communication, class.)i believe ...in believing.“Milk for my cereal, Coffeemate for my coffee. Makes sense to me.”we need to recycle paper.As much as we have to conserve water. Our resources are running out. We are slowly allowing human activities to destroy the nature we get everything we need to live</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/112153207353974845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=112153207353974845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/112153207353974845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/112153207353974845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2005/07/beliefs-in-brief.html' title='beliefs in brief'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-111781102861493491</id><published>2005-06-03T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T23:03:48.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang class 2003</title><summary type='text'>ano ba 'yan! JUNIOR na ako sa COLLEGE wala pa yung yearbook namin nung HIGHSCHOOL! yung mga ibang classmate namin malapit na makatapos. 'pag nasa UN na ba ko makukuha yun?OO NAGREREKLAMO AKO!nauna na sa amin ang class 2004, at di ako magtataka kung maunahan kami ng class 2005.kaya tuloy feeling ko naging walang kwenta ang BATCH namin nung highschool.no offense to all my "patriotic" batchmates, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111781102861493491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=111781102861493491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/111781102861493491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/111781102861493491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2005/06/ang-class-2003.html' title='ang class 2003'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-111781015769371680</id><published>2005-05-21T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:49:17.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BISTADO</title><summary type='text'>here's the monologues script i wrote for our HUM 1 culminating activity this summer. it was presented by our group - incognito, ya it's the group name - to the rest of the class last ... may 20.i know the ending sucks, but i couldn't think of anything better...i got a lot of help from my groupmates: ella, alvin, lowel, RA, and darryl.yung matalino at yung mga C na nagiging A, B at D galing kay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111781015769371680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=111781015769371680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/111781015769371680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/111781015769371680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2005/05/bistado.html' title='BISTADO'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-111780986965253695</id><published>2005-05-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T22:44:29.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagkapok nanaman sa elbi</title><summary type='text'>tagkapokano yan'g mag puti na yan na palipad-lipad at nakakalat sa damuhan?hindi po isnow yan, kapok po iyan.tagkapok nanaman sa elbi, ang panahon kung saan nahuhulog ang kapok mula sa puno ng nito sa tabi ng physci at sa iba pa na mga puno tulad niya na nakakalat sa sangUPLBhan.tag-freshieat tulad din ng mga kapok, nakakalat din ang mga bagong freshie na papasok sa unibersidad. reg days nila </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111780986965253695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-111092957543149722</id><published>2005-03-16T07:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:57:45.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><summary type='text'>left, left, left, right, left      bakit pag naglalakad tayo at sumasabay ang mga kamay, ang sinasabayan ng kanang kamay ay ang kaliwang paa, at ang kaliwang kamay sumasabay sa kanang paa? tapos, nakakailang 'pag pinilit mo na kanan sa kanan at kaliwa sa kaliwa. at bumabalik din sa kanan-kaliwa,kaliwa-kanan.gets?he he wala lang.lahat gagawin para sa magandang shot para sa DEVC 140 (basic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/111092957543149722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=111092957543149722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/111092957543149722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/111092957543149722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2005/03/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-111092947783609227</id><published>2005-03-09T07:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:18:11.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>patayan ang summer enlistment sa UPLB</title><summary type='text'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp ako, ayaw ko ng pila. ayaw ko pumila, lalu na pag mahaba. di ko hilig makipagsiksikan sa dami ng tao. di ko type na naiipit sa gitna ng dagat ng ulo ng mga tao. lalo na sa isang walang kapararakan na dahilan. pero hindi! naranasan ko 'yan kahapon, dahil patayan talaga ang summer enlistment dito sa UPLB.ang sistema&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp 'pag regular na semester kasi, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-110731892225837719</id><published>2005-02-02T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:09:44.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xerox people</title><summary type='text'>ang kalagayan:prof: o, class kuha na lang kayo ng handouts. iiwanan ko na lang dun sa EZONE. dadalhin ko dun siguro mga mamayang hapon. wag nyong kakalimutan, graded recitation tayo next meeting.ang pagamutan:1. ang Ezone ay isa lamang sa mga nakakalat na xerox center dito sa paligid unibersidad.2. merong STC sa tabi nito,3. ang likod ng STC. (Goldmark)4. anjan ang alternative na Selinas.5. 'pag </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110731892225837719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=110731892225837719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110731892225837719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110731892225837719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2005/02/xerox-people.html' title='xerox people'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-110580260614060942</id><published>2005-01-15T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:02:56.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>its a SHADEy thing</title><summary type='text'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp i go to the cemetery, it is afternoon and the sun isn’t so...sunny outside our mausoleum. i'm visiting my lolo, along with my lola, titas, titos and cousins on my mothers side of the family. i notice my cousin. she's wearing dark shades...inside - where its quite dark?and its not the first time.&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp i see a lot of people walking around wearing shades</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110580260614060942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=110580260614060942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110580260614060942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110580260614060942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2005/01/its-shadey-thing.html' title='its a SHADEy thing'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-110442803042948762</id><published>2004-12-31T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T01:33:50.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110442803042948762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=110442803042948762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110442803042948762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110442803042948762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-110442794751909875</id><published>2004-12-28T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:54:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LJ upgrade.</title><summary type='text'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp upgrade ba na matatawag? napapansin ko kasi madami na sa ring of troika bloggers ang naka LJ na ngayon. madalang na nila iupdate ang mga blog nila (tsiong, di ako nagrereklamo). ayos nga e, parang mas personal ang dating ng mga LJ nila, parang diary talaga...pero sa bagay ako lang naman siguro ang di ginagawang parang diary ang blog ko. ako lang naman ang talagang di </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110442794751909875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=110442794751909875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110442794751909875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110442794751909875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/12/lj-upgrade.html' title='LJ upgrade.'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-110442767964486743</id><published>2004-12-27T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:42:36.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas lights: for christmas only</title><summary type='text'>christmas lights?&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp yan mga kumukutikutitap jan sa christmas tree mo.&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp ganda no?&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp ngayong pasko ko lang naapreciate ang christmas lights. gawa ng, sa 5ft namin na christmas tree na silver ang motiff, isa lang ang kulay, may clear lang na ilaw. yung rice lights kung tinatawag. 4 yun kasi di kasya ang 2 na binili namin nung </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110442767964486743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=110442767964486743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110442767964486743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110442767964486743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-lights-for-christmas-only.html' title='christmas lights: for christmas only'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-110076177199018578</id><published>2004-11-18T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:55:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>homework, an update</title><summary type='text'>its thursday and the second week of classes is almost over...yep, its been a long time since i last updated, save for the pictures, the new layout and the article about my major.(my hands are freezing, its soooo coooold in here) im up here at Abode, an internet cafe - is that the right term?- in the up campus, well near the gate that is.i've only had 3 hours of sleep, i'm hungry and i have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110076177199018578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=110076177199018578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110076177199018578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110076177199018578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/11/homework-update.html' title='homework, an update'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-110001285122083660</id><published>2004-11-09T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:50:12.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my 15 minutes of fame?</title><summary type='text'>this is the clipping of the Philippine STAR issue that published our picture when we went on uor field trip for DEVC20. just in case you didnt see it. it was in page c3 last september 18 - i seem exited, but hey you only get 15 minutes of fame, right?Posted by Hello</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110001285122083660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=110001285122083660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110001285122083660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110001285122083660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/11/my-15-minutes-of-fame.html' title='my 15 minutes of fame?'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-110001161649847819</id><published>2004-11-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:49:18.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>muni muni sa MAJOR</title><summary type='text'>so this upcomming sem magsisimula na kami mag-major. 4 ang mga majors na pwedeng makuha ng BS DevCom students: DevJorn(Development Journalism), ComBroad (Community Broadcasting), EdCom (Educational Communication) and SciCom (Science Communication).ang major ko? SCICOM...and here's an article i wrote about it. i wrote this for our DEVC 20 newsletter last sem :)Department of Science Communication&amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/110001161649847819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=110001161649847819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110001161649847819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/110001161649847819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/11/muni-muni-sa-major.html' title='muni muni sa MAJOR'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-109840349882378566</id><published>2004-10-22T07:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:43:38.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what you should know about instant noodles</title><summary type='text'>yes after so long i post again! its been about 2 months, god, speaking of being inactive. so well its sem break so, now i have time to post and maybe get started on a new layout! this is a feature article i made for my DEVC 20 (Development Journalism) Class - yes the class that took me to The Philippine Star last September 14 and had our picture published on its September 18 issue. *smiles* i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/109840349882378566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=109840349882378566' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109840349882378566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109840349882378566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-you-should-know-about-instant.html' title='what you should know about instant noodles'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-109324773072955044</id><published>2004-08-23T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:32:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unang sweldo</title><summary type='text'>tama po ang nabasa nyo, natangap ko na ang ungang one-five(T) na matatawag ko na AKIN! :) ang saya ko! pero hindi ito naging madali. ito ay isang maikling salaysay ng aking karanasan sa pagsSA:&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp simula ngayong sem ako ay nagpasyang magSA (student assistant) para makakuha ng experience sa trabaho, at para na rin sa kita mula dito. (maganda din yan ilagay sa resume)nakakuha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/109324773072955044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=109324773072955044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109324773072955044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109324773072955044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/08/unang-sweldo.html' title='unang sweldo'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-109227932423537263</id><published>2004-08-11T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:23:52.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>legal na!</title><summary type='text'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp hpe! yan ang theme ng birthday ko this year. bakit? kasi halos lahat ng bumati sa akin, yun ang sinabi. so ayan, birthday ko ngayon! 18 na ako, legal na, sabi nga nila!salamat sa lahat ng bumati, it really meant alot, that you remembered me for even a few seconds. thanksso ayan 18...debut? asa! hindi no! ayaw ko mgadebut!1. wala akong pera2. ayaw ko ng engrandeng </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/109227932423537263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=109227932423537263' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109227932423537263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109227932423537263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/08/legal-na.html' title='legal na!'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-109117364001435478</id><published>2004-07-30T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:35:36.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VISIT TO THE SHRINK part 4</title><summary type='text'>the last installment of my barkada blues series of posts. but this one, i end on a lighter note: i guess in this, i'm facing issues more with myself than with my friends. as mentioned i didnt have a good experience with departing from friends. i'm the one who expects too much, and has learned that i shouldn’t. i'm the war freak. i'm the insecure one. i'm the one who finds it difficult to renew </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/109117364001435478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=109117364001435478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109117364001435478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109117364001435478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/07/visit-to-shrink-part-4.html' title='VISIT TO THE SHRINK part 4'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-109081366927757894</id><published>2004-07-28T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:33:19.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VISIT TO THE SHRINK part 3</title><summary type='text'>obviously, to get at what i'm saying here, read the former post, if you still haven't :)going off to college            this means that we had to separate ways because not all of us would be going to the same college and enter in the same course. its a fact of life. even though we went to the same college, being in different courses would also have the same effect - well even denise, crissy and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/109081366927757894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=109081366927757894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109081366927757894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109081366927757894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/07/visit-to-shrink-part-3.html' title='VISIT TO THE SHRINK part 3'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-109081322629128626</id><published>2004-07-27T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:31:08.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VISIT TO THE SHRINK part 2</title><summary type='text'>i have a few things to say about the people i call my friends. some issues i - as a friend recently told me, i really need - need to vent out and just some thoughts i would like to share. and yes, in reply to to the comment denise posted which basically triggered my attempt to make my thoughts known. someone once told me i'm too much of a war freak, i take on issues face to face at once. its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/109081322629128626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=109081322629128626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109081322629128626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109081322629128626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/07/visit-to-shrink-part-2.html' title='VISIT TO THE SHRINK part 2'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-109081298437136390</id><published>2004-07-26T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:27:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VISIT TO THE SHRINK</title><summary type='text'>about the people I call my friends (the tapat ng troika congregation)part 1 in the series of posts about the people i call my friendsthe tapat ng troika congregation story            i'm proud to tell the story of my high school barkada. i happily smile as i tell this story to the new friends i've made in college, or anyone who wants to know. the people i call my friends have a unique story which</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/109081298437136390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=109081298437136390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109081298437136390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/109081298437136390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/07/visit-to-shrink.html' title='VISIT TO THE SHRINK'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-108796124719044982</id><published>2004-06-23T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T10:14:11.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga kakaibang kaisipan, o sadyang inisip lang. mga tipong one-liner na hindi.</title><summary type='text'>di mapakali sa inuupuan&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp di ba nung mga grade school tayo, o kahit nung high school, parating may seating arrangement na sinusunod.&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp minsan alphabetical - kadalasan sa pagpasok ng school year, ang iba naman alternate boys and girls - sa mga school na co-ed, minsan naman pag maraming *ahem* literally out-standing angel-devil naman. minsan linalagay </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-108572770408336761</id><published>2004-05-28T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:25:07.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bullshitadded 2005-06-01plain and simple.halata ba na badtrip?i dont want to write about it.writing about the problems of the world is only futilewhen people are so closed to change. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/108572770408336761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=108572770408336761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>kupal!&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp ito ang isa sa mga salitang natutunan ko sa una kong taon sa UPLB. parang walang kwenta lang kung iisipin mo, sa lahat ng matututunan ko sa UP ay ang salitang 'to pa ang naisipan ko na ipagmalaki..ang ibig sabihin daw ng kupal ay taong makapal ang mukha - ku pal. ang mga taong ganito ay kinaiinisan, kinabwibwisitan dahil akala mo kung sino sila umasta, sa kalye, sa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/108342509348724301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/108342509348724301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/05/bakit-kool-mangupal.html' title='bakit kool mangupal?'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-108295395871195379</id><published>2004-04-26T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T09:58:53.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>change? anyone?</title><summary type='text'>this was an essay i wrote for PSY1 today:question: if you were to change your body, what would you change and why?answer:&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp in a beauty pageant, or any other morals, personality and intelligence test for that matter, this question would merit the answer: "i would not choose to change any part of me, for i'm happy with who and what i am." which is true, i am happy with who i</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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and korean telenovelas. i find myself awkward around my friends who actually enjoy watching those kinds of movies and sing along to videos they don't understand. (but i have to admit that i do like asian movies with high-tech action scenes and espionage plots) i'm not a fan of love stories, but they are usually motivating, especially if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/108290093906542517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/108290093906542517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/04/my-sassy-girl.html' title='my sassy girl'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-108290035108516568</id><published>2004-04-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T09:50:14.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mestizang TV</title><summary type='text'>ang mestiza&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp pansin ko, uso ang chinita ngayon. sa bagay, di ngayon lang, matagal na "maganda" ang chinita. kung bakit ay di ko talaga alam. siguro kasi makinis ang skin, maputi, maganda ang buhok at may lahing iba sa pinoy. pero di ako galit sa chinita a! may mga kaibigan akong ganon, at mabait sila.&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp napansin ko kasi sa TV (gawa siguro ito ng F4),</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/108290035108516568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/108290035108516568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/04/mestizang-tv.html' title='mestizang TV'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-108178981980804595</id><published>2004-04-13T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:05:46.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maslow's hierarchy of needs</title><summary type='text'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp this guy actually has a point in his pyramid-like model of man's needs. he says, the physiological (food, water, clothing, shelter) needs which are at the base of his model, must be satisfied first. then the security need. it is when these two are satisfied, then one can dwell on his psychological need which will eventually lead you to the top - the self-actualization </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/108178981980804595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/108178981980804595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/04/maslows-hierarchy-of-needs.html' title='maslow&apos;s hierarchy of needs'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-108066920880502603</id><published>2004-03-31T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T12:01:22.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>about friendster :)</title><summary type='text'>to all those who replied on friendster, this is it....the um...masterpiece?this article was written by me, jenavictoria, as an exercise for my DEVC 11 class. the information used came from various research materials i found in books, magazines and the internet, if i have referenced any info in the wrong manner, please correct me: email me. if you have any other comments and suggestions you can do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/108066920880502603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/108066920880502603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/03/about-friendster.html' title='about friendster :)'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-107952971932517605</id><published>2004-03-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:47:45.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mad? make a mess!</title><summary type='text'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp do you notice that in drama movies - or even TV series, or whatever medium of entertainment - where the character who is depressed and/or mad, just begins sulking in his/her room then suddenly reaches this peak point of anger - or sadness - and starts throwing things all over the room? (was that just one sentence?)&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp or when an argument arises, one</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107952971932517605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107952971932517605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/03/mad-make-mess.html' title='mad? make a mess!'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-107811671382599578</id><published>2004-03-01T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:09:23.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maglakad ka na lang...</title><summary type='text'>haay, may transport strike ngyon sa ... (di ko nga lang alam kung saan saan may strike , pero ang alam ko lang, ala kami jeep dito!) buti na lang kahapon ako umuwi dito sa LB kundi tigok ako! isa pa , buti within campus lang ang dorm ko, kundi matinding exercise na wala sa lugar ang maabutan ko! haay! &amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp pero, kailangan ko aminin na napakahalaga ng jeep, lalo na dito na </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107811671382599578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107811671382599578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/03/maglakad-ka-na-lang.html' title='maglakad ka na lang...'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-107803009230359275</id><published>2004-02-29T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T01:03:37.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ballpen sucess story</title><summary type='text'>&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp nakaubos ako ng pilot pen!&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp o di ba parang sucess story na nabasa mo sa Chicken Soup. parang ang laking bagay na pag nakaubos ka ng pilot pen, as in ubos ang tinta at wala na laman yung lalagyan nito.&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp kung iisipin natin isa lamang it sa mga maliliit na kaligayahan ng isang estudyante. aba nga naman, kundi mawawala basta </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107803009230359275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107803009230359275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/02/ballpen-sucess-story.html' title='ballpen sucess story'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-107802945830842542</id><published>2004-02-29T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T11:20:06.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>after months i post again...by the way, i didn't get in at that audition. the concert was held last week, and on a note, im kinda glad that it was'nt me up there. :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107802945830842542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107802945830842542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/02/after-months-i-post-again.html' title=''/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-107435871306709699</id><published>2004-01-18T00:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:59:50.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when oppertunities come</title><summary type='text'>today, i chanced upon the oppertunity to audition for a VIP CWS concert in UPLB.i thought, since i promised myself that i would NEVER miss a chance that comes my way again, i decided, "cge, try out ako, pang trips lang!".&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp i'm the one who mousely quit CE and failed at Jocks tryouts, besides not accepting some very good roles in highschool and missing chances like this all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107435871306709699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107435871306709699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/01/when-oppertunities-come.html' title='when oppertunities come'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-107435752023705586</id><published>2004-01-18T00:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:55:10.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in absentia</title><summary type='text'>last week i was absent in 2 subjects...big deal huh?unfortunately, for my perfectionist obsessive compulsive behavior, i feel likei'm still in my high school warp. i still value that single period for some reason.but my absenting has put that to the test.&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp we all hate going to school! its a common student phenomena - come on, ifthere is someone who exists on this world who</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107435752023705586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107435752023705586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/01/in-absentia.html' title='in absentia'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-107435627137399531</id><published>2004-01-18T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:48:12.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>commercialism and christmas</title><summary type='text'>this one's a delayed thought but i'm going to write it anyway.this thought came to me last christmas, so be forewarned if you're over the jingle bells. but read it anyway coz not only christmas is involved.&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp&amp;nbsp it's really not me to count gifts, but in truth don't we all appreciate it when we receive nice gifts from the many people who love us? when it comes down to it all, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107435627137399531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107435627137399531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2004/01/commercialism-and-christmas.html' title='commercialism and christmas'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-107259228713158590</id><published>2003-12-28T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T00:38:40.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blogger's dilemma</title><summary type='text'>now this is really stupid.      for the last three days I've been thinking of what to write here in this blog. (oh yes this is just your new user dilemma so if your tired of this trash just skip it.)      you see, my some of my friends have blogs and I've been prying into them to get a sort of idea on what to write. i've got to hand it to them their blogs are really creative and amusing to read -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107259228713158590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/107259228713158590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2003/12/new-bloggers-dilemma.html' title='new blogger&apos;s dilemma'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6248565.post-3107068723100554129</id><published>2002-03-27T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T15:17:08.484+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proving</title><summary type='text'>written by jenavictoriaedited by Ian Agoncillowritten for Grammar III, March 2002This is a story I wrote for Grammar III way back in 3rd year high school - long time ago. Thanks to Ian for editing my story, she made it so much better to read. (I do still have that blue diskette with all the other stories, and it still works. So, if you'd like it back, just tell me where to send it :) ) If </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/feeds/3107068723100554129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6248565&amp;postID=3107068723100554129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/3107068723100554129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6248565/posts/default/3107068723100554129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jenavictoria.blogspot.com/2007/08/proving.html' title='Proving'/><author><name>jenavictoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03577436536966056359</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_WLglP3OktEQ/SGiQSriAwvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/uS58-QilmoQ/S220/jenavictoria_imageandtextwith+border.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
