<?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-3527328466460514811</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:01:35.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vi</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-8789823246907657842</id><published>2007-12-25T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-25T16:47:50.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Status: Single</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I feel liberated! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSOm5qycByA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oSOm5qycByA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-8789823246907657842?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8789823246907657842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=8789823246907657842' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/8789823246907657842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/8789823246907657842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/status-single.html' title='Status: Single'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-6489654229534430611</id><published>2007-12-23T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T00:39:56.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesomeness n_n</title><content type='html'>Beautiful movie + beautiful song = awesomeness : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YT6xasxk9s&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7YT6xasxk9s&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-6489654229534430611?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6489654229534430611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=6489654229534430611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/6489654229534430611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/6489654229534430611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/awesomeness-nn.html' title='Awesomeness n_n'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-7602080118318152346</id><published>2007-12-22T14:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T15:53:14.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A visit from the past...</title><content type='html'>I definitely did not expect that he would be here for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm just trying to make use of the time he has left here... &lt;br /&gt;Things are pretty different now... maybe a lot of it is because&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer the infatuated freshman that I was while he was going to &lt;br /&gt;school here... haha... ummm... but these past couple of days have been &lt;br /&gt;very good... I have gotten more than what I had expected from &lt;br /&gt;spending time with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite oddly, something about him still makes my stomache tingle...&lt;br /&gt;and when his name is mentioned, it still causes my cheeks to turn into &lt;br /&gt;a pinkish hue... This is rather childish, but maybe a little bit of&lt;br /&gt;that freshman girl is still somewhere in me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_0aP-rsDME&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/N_0aP-rsDME&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-7602080118318152346?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/7602080118318152346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=7602080118318152346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/7602080118318152346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/7602080118318152346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/visit-from-past.html' title='A visit from the past...'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-6249956531071514036</id><published>2007-12-20T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T04:01:25.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamborjer</title><content type='html'>Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY PERMIT!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAYNESS!!! I know it is totally lame because &lt;br /&gt;a permit really doesn't compare&lt;br /&gt;to a real license... but still yay! n_n I get to&lt;br /&gt;drive a car. Today, I drove for a total of 4 hours&lt;br /&gt;with my dad... well, not four hours straight...&lt;br /&gt;I drove with my dad 2 hours in the morning and 2 &lt;br /&gt;hours in the afternoon... I dreaded the morning drive.&lt;br /&gt;The road that I drove on was filled with rocks and &lt;br /&gt;potholes... It was really bumpy... and my dad was &lt;br /&gt;not exactly impressed with my ability to run into&lt;br /&gt;almost all the potholes on the road... neither was&lt;br /&gt;he impressed by my ability to not stay on the &lt;br /&gt;center of the road... It was funny to see him cringe&lt;br /&gt;every time I ran into the branches of the tagangan&lt;br /&gt;trees... but at the same time I didn't enjoy the quick&lt;br /&gt;warnings he would give me to turn to the right or &lt;br /&gt;turn to the left...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately, late in n the afternoon, my dad and &lt;br /&gt;I drove to Marpi to drive on smoother &lt;br /&gt;roads... It was actually pleasant... I had not realized&lt;br /&gt;how much time I have not spent with my dad, until today&lt;br /&gt;really... Since I entered high school, the bond that&lt;br /&gt;my dad and I had when I was younger began to weaken...&lt;br /&gt;I do not exactly know why... I guess I just began to&lt;br /&gt;think that I didn't have enough time..... but I applied&lt;br /&gt;that  realization to the wrong people... I mean, &lt;br /&gt;school and work are important... very important indeed... &lt;br /&gt;but family and friends are not obligations... they are&lt;br /&gt;our citadel... they are our comfort in times of stress&lt;br /&gt;and they are the people we share those special moments of joy&lt;br /&gt;with, which makes me wonder how in the world could I &lt;br /&gt;have ever said that I do not have time to do this&lt;br /&gt;or do that with parents? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's because I'm a senior... and I realize&lt;br /&gt;that I will be leaving my home pretty soon...&lt;br /&gt;or maybe it's because right now that it is Christmas vacation&lt;br /&gt;all I have is time on my hands to realize what I have &lt;br /&gt;missed out on... I thought that it was my parents simply&lt;br /&gt;nagging when they would frequently remind me that I&lt;br /&gt;never spend enough time with the family or that I spend&lt;br /&gt;too much time at work or school... but really, they were&lt;br /&gt;simply trying to do what I have just realized today... and &lt;br /&gt;that is to appreciate and enjoy the time with the people&lt;br /&gt;you love and who love you back... I mean that is what &lt;br /&gt;Christmas is all about... It's the season of Joy and Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we get all caught up on finding ways to&lt;br /&gt;make enough money to buy this grand gift for our&lt;br /&gt;love ones, but we easily forget that a time spent on&lt;br /&gt;making those extra bucks does not compare to the&lt;br /&gt;time we spend with that actual person... maybe, that&lt;br /&gt;is why Christmas seems so far away... I suppose, with&lt;br /&gt;our island's current economic condition and with the lay off &lt;br /&gt;of 400 government employess, this holiday season is &lt;br /&gt;discouraging to a lot of families... but Christmas is&lt;br /&gt;not based on the material gifts... it's so easy to forget&lt;br /&gt;that the best gift we can give is stored within us...&lt;br /&gt;our love for one another cannot be duplicated, but we can&lt;br /&gt;give so much of it... It may sound cliche, but maybe if&lt;br /&gt;we said Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays to more strangers&lt;br /&gt;they would go home with a little bit more spirit and a&lt;br /&gt;little bit more motivation to spread the holiday Joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So pass on the Christmas Spirit!!! Christmas is only 5 days&lt;br /&gt;away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays to everyone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I know this is random... but the guy on the following videos is hilarious!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xD3IxxclCxc&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xD3IxxclCxc&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXmzeOJEAyI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HXmzeOJEAyI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-6249956531071514036?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6249956531071514036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=6249956531071514036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/6249956531071514036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/6249956531071514036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/hamborjer.html' title='Hamborjer'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-1367070800317232648</id><published>2007-12-14T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T16:01:11.299-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy, Happy Joy Joy!</title><content type='html'>YAY! It's finally Christmas vacation!!! &lt;br /&gt;I managed to survive through the dreaded&lt;br /&gt;finals week... Well, actually I'm not &lt;br /&gt;really on Christmas vacation til 12:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;today... I'm still working -_-...&lt;br /&gt;But it's all good! n_n I'm finally starting&lt;br /&gt;to feel the Christmas joy and spirit that&lt;br /&gt;I had longed to find since the beginning of &lt;br /&gt;December... I think a lot of it had to do&lt;br /&gt;with the dance I attended last night, which&lt;br /&gt;I give thanks to taylor for inviting me to.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I began my day with such a &lt;br /&gt;melancholy attitude... and it eventually progressed&lt;br /&gt;towards depression... haha... then by 7:00 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;after I got out of work, I came to life&lt;br /&gt;after attending the youth dance... It was&lt;br /&gt;definitely a different feel from the dances&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to (in a good way)... It was fun &lt;br /&gt;without the cuss words and hmm... touchiness&lt;br /&gt;I suppose... hahaha... but I had a blast...&lt;br /&gt;My wifey left to Korea, even luis, and tomo's &lt;br /&gt;plane departs tonight... quite sad... I'm going &lt;br /&gt;to miss them over Christmas vacation. I haven't &lt;br /&gt;accomplished much today, except sending my&lt;br /&gt;e-mail to ayaka, but I figured that by posting &lt;br /&gt;something new on my blog I'd feel just a teeny&lt;br /&gt;bit more accomplished... heehee... &lt;br /&gt;Well, I hope everyone enjoys their Christmas vacation n_n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-gfx.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/779/779278tiqphqbopr.jpg width=240 height=161 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-1367070800317232648?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1367070800317232648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=1367070800317232648' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/1367070800317232648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/1367070800317232648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-happy-joy-joy.html' title='Happy, Happy Joy Joy!'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-551614101907683517</id><published>2007-12-12T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T02:02:10.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Barbie dolls</title><content type='html'>A social environment can effortlessly devour a &lt;br /&gt;genuine individual into nothing greater than &lt;br /&gt;the plastics that everyone so claims they would&lt;br /&gt;never want to become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://www.glitter-vibes.com&gt;&lt;img src=http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/259/259368l33wicgc0x.jpg width=390 height=335 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not referring to conforming to the plasticity &lt;br /&gt;of literally stitching and inputting plastic &lt;br /&gt;in one's body... I am simply releasing my &lt;br /&gt;frustration from my repeated observation of &lt;br /&gt;social conformity based on the hierarchical system&lt;br /&gt;that is unspokenly ruling and manipulating the &lt;br /&gt;minds of individuals that were once free thinkers...&lt;br /&gt;As much as we'd hate to admit, there are times&lt;br /&gt;when our opinions pledge its loyalty to the opinions&lt;br /&gt;of the mass... There's no fault in that, but &lt;br /&gt;it is rather agitating to see actions that perform &lt;br /&gt;everything that conflicts what the mouth speaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, most high school students are inclined to &lt;br /&gt;agree with the majority (with disregard to the feelings&lt;br /&gt;and thoughts of the people that do not approve with&lt;br /&gt;the mass), it is puzzling to see one pledge their loyalty&lt;br /&gt;to their heart and conduct actions that conflict with &lt;br /&gt;the very values they preach about... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The key term here is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hypocrisy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are entitled to freely express and conduct&lt;br /&gt;their values, regardless if it is ever changing or not, &lt;br /&gt;but a hypocrite that continually condemns the actions&lt;br /&gt;of an individual that practices hypocrisy has no right &lt;br /&gt;at all to judge... We are all hypocrites, but there has&lt;br /&gt;to be some self-recognition of where our loyalty lies,&lt;br /&gt;our heart or the majority.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-551614101907683517?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/551614101907683517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=551614101907683517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/551614101907683517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/551614101907683517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/in-this-fake-world-we-decide-to-live-in.html' title='Barbie dolls'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-6396625007750035125</id><published>2007-12-10T02:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T02:07:14.661-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!!!</title><content type='html'>This is by the far my most favorite fashion show of the year... so I decided to share it with ya'll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2Jb0lxowJY&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2Jb0lxowJY&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-6396625007750035125?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/6396625007750035125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=6396625007750035125' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/6396625007750035125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/6396625007750035125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!!!'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-3308986289768838735</id><published>2007-12-06T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T04:02:09.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-3308986289768838735?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3308986289768838735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=3308986289768838735' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/3308986289768838735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/3308986289768838735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/maybe-id-be-able-to-cope.html' title=''/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-1620002169664896893</id><published>2007-12-03T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T00:20:31.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabishii</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Never need, never depend, never rely...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are misconceptions in pursuing a &lt;em&gt;stable&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;em&gt;happy &lt;/em&gt; relationship... now, this entry&lt;br /&gt;is not meant to advice or create specific guidelines&lt;br /&gt;for attaining complete Nirvana with your boyfriend or &lt;br /&gt;girlfriend because such guidelines do not exist...&lt;br /&gt;My intentions are merely to expand on a thought that &lt;br /&gt;I had in mind while I was walking around NMC today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a big difference between telling someone that&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;em&gt;'need'&lt;/em&gt; them and that you &lt;em&gt;'want'&lt;/em&gt; them...&lt;br /&gt;Often, the usage of &lt;em&gt;need&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; are &lt;br /&gt;adjoined to describe one's feelings towards another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT THERE IS A HELLA &lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt; DIFFERENCE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a deprivation of self-sufficiency, not to mention&lt;br /&gt;degrading, to submit to these very words, &lt;em&gt;'I need&lt;br /&gt;_____.' &lt;/em&gt; Infatuation has a way of manipulating our&lt;br /&gt;mind to believe that our happiness is founded by the &lt;br /&gt;words of 'i love you' and show of affection from the &lt;br /&gt;other individual. In truth, this 'true love' that we &lt;br /&gt;all seek is rarely in accordance with the strong &lt;br /&gt;dependence of the presence of another individual... &lt;br /&gt;Needing a person will never bring about pure and&lt;br /&gt;unconditional love... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;em&gt;wanting&lt;/em&gt;... wanting is something completely different...&lt;br /&gt;A 'want' for a person establishes what stable relationships&lt;br /&gt;are founded by and that is &lt;em&gt;committment&lt;/em&gt;. From &lt;br /&gt;personal expirience, I have foolishly interrelated the usage of&lt;br /&gt;the two words, which cluttered the purpose of my pursuit&lt;br /&gt;with the other individual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self-sufficiency is admirable indeed. A woman that&lt;br /&gt;possesses such characteristics completes herself. It &lt;br /&gt;denudes her from 'needing' him because she is everything &lt;br /&gt;she wants to be... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q261/v_gurl1/Coco_Chanel.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coco Chanel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q261/v_gurl1/katherine20hepburn.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Katherine Hepburn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q261/v_gurl1/10204251AAudrey-Hepburn-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-1620002169664896893?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/1620002169664896893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=1620002169664896893' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/1620002169664896893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/1620002169664896893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/12/sabishii.html' title='Sabishii'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-925174715375794352</id><published>2007-11-16T02:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T20:17:39.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning from  a long departure...</title><content type='html'>I'm feeling the lack of cyber communication... so i decided to blog today n_n &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... well, the stresses from college applications have faded just a bit, after I submitted my UW application... but I am not complete with the college application process... I have several more schools to apply to before I can truly rest and drown in the bliss of senioritis : )... heehee... &lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bliss... I have spent this whole month just reminiscing and I guess if I were to put it in cynical terms... rather &lt;em&gt;pitying&lt;/em&gt; myself...&lt;br /&gt;I mean, a certain amount of self-pity is sufficient for mending... but I find it quite awing when I meet people who simply laugh off the pains and angers in life... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'The more you care the more you hurt...'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this is true in almost all occasions... nothing can be painful, unless we ourselves agree to submit to the consequences of loving another... &lt;br /&gt;And I realized that is were the true beauty of love originates... &lt;em&gt;Love&lt;/em&gt; is beautiful because those who fall into it submit all their emotions in risk of receiving emptiness in return... (Maybe this is the emotional side of me blabbering on endlessly of the &lt;em&gt;cliche&lt;/em&gt; lessons that we have all heard and we ourselves have come to learn about)... but the most beautiful pieces of literature and music originate from the pangs of heartache and disappointment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/srrLospeLdo&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/srrLospeLdo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word love is frequently thrown around to meet the satisfaction of that one of many moments when everything in the world seems to be in perfect unity with the universe and everything that resides within it, which makes it all the more painful to face the reality of it all... That the whole 1 year and a half that I have comitted was in the pursuit of pure nothingness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you&lt;/em&gt; should not be simply said out of the need to find words to describe that split second of happiness... love is meant to be everlasting... it is that aspect of love that keeps it pure and clean... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love that has transformed into hate and anger is no longer love... it leads me to conclude that it was never love to begin with, but merely another teenage infatuation... why must immaturity rule these powerful emotions?!?!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-925174715375794352?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/925174715375794352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-5310410118932980817</id><published>2007-11-15T18:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T18:48:56.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Fallen Angels&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boots they come after the rain has gone;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright and full of color like the face of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The simple tapping of the children's feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they pass through the puddles of wet streets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Splitter splatter just like the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These notes are carried on down the building's drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sap of the tree rings the joy of the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has befallen on this land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The renewal and the joy as people walk hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pit pat, pit pat, pit pat nature rejoices with a grin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the tapping tail of Serena's fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A splat and a splitter and silence in between&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the gift that has turned the trees green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And brought serenity just below heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh its lively patting is a leaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the hard ground that it befalls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the song from heaven that calls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And falls and falls and falls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bring life back to the people below...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-5310410118932980817?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5310410118932980817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-4399879549529774522</id><published>2007-11-15T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T02:27:10.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsettled thoughts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sometimes being direct is not enough... and sometimes a simple poem is enough to rejuvinate my spirits... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple strings of sunlight glimmer &lt;br /&gt;Through my bedroom window,&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me to live this day anew.&lt;br /&gt;The flickering silence of the still morning &lt;br /&gt;Whisper the words of my restless past...&lt;br /&gt;These footsteps echoe the voice screaming &lt;br /&gt;In the back of my mind beseeching that &lt;br /&gt;I will never &lt;em&gt;forget&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Never &lt;em&gt;forgive&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Never &lt;em&gt;rest&lt;/em&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;But the morning dew &lt;br /&gt;That softly trickles and rests &lt;br /&gt;On the living land &lt;br /&gt;Cascades silence over my thoughts, &lt;br /&gt;Absorbing the thrombing pain of &lt;br /&gt;The unfinished melody of our song...&lt;br /&gt;The somber tune of the pianist &lt;br /&gt;Preaches the lesson of the hermit &lt;br /&gt;That forever remained in solitude &lt;br /&gt;'til the earth swallowed him whole;&lt;br /&gt;Forever blindfolded by his despair &lt;br /&gt;To see the hope that the trickling rays &lt;br /&gt;Of the sun brings to every pupil...&lt;br /&gt;'So our dear Friend',&lt;br /&gt;Whispered the Dews,&lt;br /&gt;'We symbolize the hope that can be unearthed &lt;br /&gt;From the deepest disappointments&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;em&gt;unrequitted love&lt;/em&gt;.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The strings of morning light glimmer through my window&lt;br /&gt;Waking me from the dream that was once engraved in my past...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i138.photobucket.com/albums/q261/v_gurl1/200518884-001.jpg" border="0" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-4399879549529774522?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/4399879549529774522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=4399879549529774522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/4399879549529774522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/4399879549529774522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/11/unsettled-thoughts.html' title='Unsettled thoughts...'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-5946191729646614582</id><published>2007-11-05T16:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T16:37:50.139-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Girls need attention and boys need us... so let's make everybody glad" ; )</title><content type='html'>I'm quite addicted to this song and it is quite fitting for my current feelings towards a particular situation... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRgOYQeqE_k&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rRgOYQeqE_k&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons to Love you By: Meiko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed it... heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-5946191729646614582?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5946191729646614582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=5946191729646614582' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/5946191729646614582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/5946191729646614582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/11/girls-need-attention-and-boys-need-us.html' title='&quot;&lt;strong&gt;Girls&lt;/strong&gt; need attention and &lt;strong&gt;boys&lt;/strong&gt; need us... so let&apos;s make &lt;strong&gt;everybody&lt;/strong&gt; glad&quot; ; )'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-1426713617552544609</id><published>2007-10-27T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T23:08:48.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Words...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Mxiqotv8bI&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Mxiqotv8bI&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-1426713617552544609?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-3519227765667684808</id><published>2007-10-17T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T15:55:36.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Capsule for this Frenzy</title><content type='html'>Little droplets, tiny droplets&lt;br /&gt;Close companions of mine&lt;br /&gt;Ringing words, ticking clock&lt;br /&gt;In thin air you sublime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing, prancing droplets&lt;br /&gt;My companion in solitude&lt;br /&gt;Suffocating sorrow&lt;br /&gt;A parade for the little dews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little pearls, precious pearls&lt;br /&gt;Valuing more than the hermit&lt;br /&gt;Little droplets, evanescent jewels&lt;br /&gt;You circulate my grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carnivorous words… Silence&lt;br /&gt;Then a gasp of hysteria&lt;br /&gt;Little droplets, tiny droplets&lt;br /&gt;Encapsulating this frenzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8oBykb_Pqs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h8oBykb_Pqs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-3519227765667684808?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/3519227765667684808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=3519227765667684808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/3519227765667684808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/3519227765667684808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/10/capsule-for-this-frenzy.html' title='A Capsule for this Frenzy'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-8586971356477285415</id><published>2007-10-12T15:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T16:15:52.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worse than an addiction...</title><content type='html'>Hmm... I haven't been maintaining my blogger account... I've been investing most of my time on myspace... doing what? well, accomplishing absolutely nothing... I seriously need to re-collect myself... The other day, Mr. Flores told me that I have to start studying for Calculus... that pretty much told me that I was not fulfilling my duty as a student. On my last Political science test, I managed to barely pass... hmmm... I've been procrastinating a lot... yep, I've got senioritis bad. Oh ya, and I believe it was three days ago when totally ditched Japanese class. I haven't really been a good student. I suppose the distractions that come with I don't know... trying to maintain a "forbidden love"... has taken almost everything from me... I mean, love isn't love without sacrifices... and, "why would I ever think of sacrificing my parents love and trust for me?"... "for him", is that answer good enough... I, of course, love my parents more...duh!... but I apparently can't have both... and not freely being able to be with him, puts me in a miserable position... This is worse than an addiction...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-8586971356477285415?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/8586971356477285415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=8586971356477285415' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/8586971356477285415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/8586971356477285415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/10/worse-than-addiction.html' title='Worse than an addiction...'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-2440644240708144268</id><published>2007-09-22T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T06:37:33.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a hypocrite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"We have failed to practice ourselves the kind of behavior we expect from others..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;So often do I find myself criticize and pass judgment on other's behaviors... and so often do I hear others point out the &lt;em&gt;imperfections&lt;/em&gt; of another person... One unifying factor of the previous situation mentioned is its irony... We condemn people we declare "close-minded"... and yet, we ourselves agree to the worst form of social hostility, which is &lt;em&gt;alienation&lt;/em&gt;, by simply creating a group generalization of another individual and convincing others to agree with our judgment... and I am afraid I have fallen into that dark pool of &lt;em&gt;prejudice&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;close-mindedness... &lt;/em&gt;Its true that we won't like every person we meet along the way, but they deserve respect... They deserve the respect that we would demand from others when they judge us based on &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;no&lt;/em&gt; knowledge of our true selves... Why must we allow the majority to manipulate our judgment as an individual?... The feeling of not being wanted is most surely unpleasant... As much as we might differ from our closest relatives or a mere passerby on the streets, we are all similiar in that we all seek a certain amount of &lt;em&gt;acceptance&lt;/em&gt;. We might not like every person we meet, but we are all capable of comitting a certain amount of respect for each other (whether we are in front or behind their back).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"If a man loses pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music in which he hears, however measured, or far away." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-2440644240708144268?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/2440644240708144268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=2440644240708144268' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/2440644240708144268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/2440644240708144268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/09/confessions-of-hypocrite.html' title='Confessions of a hypocrite...'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3527328466460514811.post-5806933165738089374</id><published>2007-09-18T03:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T02:31:40.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Lately, gray clouds have been settling over our little island, which has resulted to the frequent drizzles and cool temperature... Although the temperature has been more bearable than the hot heat, the weather has made me feel so -------- bleh... Maybe it was my outfit today? (I mean wearing a full on black outfit on an island is quite odd... and it just so happens that wearing too much black usually have people stereotypically associate that person as an emotionally distressed being, which I may I add I am not!)... Of course, I do break down and I do have my self-pitied phases, but who doesn't??? The weather has been so gloomy these days... but at least there was no thunderstorm this evening... Last night was MASSIVE! I have a phobia of lightening and thunder... I really can't stand it... I do hope that tomorrow's weather is more cheerful... I've discovered that the weather has affected my moods, but these days whatever mood I am in I am stuck in senioritis mode... I just can't concentrate!!! I fear not getting anything done, but I am always so tired and distracted these days... I also miss hanging out with my friends... I've been busy with work and school (I'm not even sure if I should have taken the other tutoring job at the math department... I hope it won't cause an overload in my schedule)... I mean I see the NMAers everyday, but it's usually during class, lunch or work... It would be nice to hang out away from school at least once every week, but we all have our obligations to fulfill for school and our other responsibilities... I'm sure that next semester we'll be able to see more of each other... especially when college applications are done... but as for now, I look forward to a more cheerful weather tomorrow : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3527328466460514811-5806933165738089374?l=vijohnson.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/feeds/5806933165738089374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3527328466460514811&amp;postID=5806933165738089374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/5806933165738089374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3527328466460514811/posts/default/5806933165738089374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vijohnson.blogspot.com/2007/09/bleh.html' title='Bleh...'/><author><name>Vi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04845910850512303738</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
