<?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-5078857</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:00:16.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metaphorical Suicidal</title><subtitle type='html'>Just about everything's metaphorical.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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>401</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-113090937360150344</id><published>2005-11-01T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:29:33.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Japanese porn is ugly, violent, and disturbing. German porn is ugly, fetishistc, and disturbing. American porn is stupid, slick, and produced in multiple versions (how explicit depends on what major hotel chain you're staying at) – sex as a mass-produced corporate endeavor. Brit porn, however, is the absolute bottom of the barrel – stuff so witless, brailess, joyless and strange as to remove </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/113090937360150344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/113090937360150344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_10_30_archive.html#113090937360150344' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-113003956044944652</id><published>2005-10-22T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T20:52:40.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I may finally get a copy of Anthony Bourdain's "Kitchen Confidential." After reading "A Cook's Tour" it became imperative for me to get "Kitchen Confidential" as well. Anthony Bourdain, executive chef of Brasserie Les Halles, is on top of my favorite chefs on tv, and I've never seen him cook before. I never thought that cooking will eventually cease to become a prerequisite to be in my favored </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/113003956044944652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/113003956044944652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#113003956044944652' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112858197241624528</id><published>2005-10-05T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T23:59:32.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With a little help from Laika, I got my tagboard up and running and added a few links here and there.Since I am still attached to this blog, I will try my hardest to maintain it. However it won't be easy since anything personal I put in my lj (and it's not even THAT personal) and saying anything about everything else isn't as easy.But I will try.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112858197241624528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112858197241624528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_10_02_archive.html#112858197241624528' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112816797327911794</id><published>2005-10-01T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T04:59:33.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nyarh. Now I don't remember where to put links and stuff...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112816797327911794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112816797327911794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112816797327911794' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112798811012983471</id><published>2005-09-29T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T03:01:50.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The semester is ending and I am swamped with papers. As usual. And while I'm chewing myself with papers, I have a few books on my shelf that I have left to rot. However, after the hullabaloo of the semester I will finally be able to enjoy them.William Golding's Lord of the FliesThis is like a must for people who's into scary psychological stuff. Since I belong to that category, I bought it. Don't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112798811012983471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112798811012983471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112798811012983471' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112727590942169325</id><published>2005-09-20T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T21:11:49.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I popped my self into Mary Ann's office (which I usually do when I'm bored and there no one to talk to) and found her brother watching Adevnt Children. I hung around and promptly forgot my last class.Story...what, story? Advent Children follows up on what happened after Cloud defeats Sephiroth. Traces of the tragedy caused by negligience for the planet and Sephiroth's lingering presence seems to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112727590942169325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112727590942169325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_09_18_archive.html#112727590942169325' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112667170435919760</id><published>2005-09-13T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T21:21:44.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Toilet LiteratureAre you one of those people who sits on the toilet longer than usual as you leisurely read a newspaper waiting for it to come like a punctual bus? Sometimes, I wish I am that type. Unfortunately, I don't have the patience and the toilet isn't conducive an environment for reading for prolonged periods. I try my best to use a book as toilet literature as much as I can but  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112667170435919760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112667170435919760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_09_11_archive.html#112667170435919760' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112442701936375370</id><published>2005-08-18T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:50:19.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just never thought this could happen to me. My cellphone was just a means of communication, like to make sure if the appointment is still on for the day. It was never a fashion accessory for me. I don't have any need or envy for those swanky phone models that can do everything except slice the tomatoes and onions.About two weeks ago, due to a series of unfortunate events, fate conspired with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112442701936375370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112442701936375370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_08_14_archive.html#112442701936375370' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112368238738100637</id><published>2005-08-10T06:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T06:59:47.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here I am online at this hour because of a CL 182 paper (I hate you!) and I was supposed to be celebrating Hiyas' birthday tonight with people.*SOB!**sniffle* By some miracle, I finished the damn paper without getting too distracted by the online stuff. That's no consolation though... *bawls*Sir Aureus is an evil man. His exam last Tuesday was what you call a silent killer. I read those damned </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112368238738100637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112368238738100637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_08_07_archive.html#112368238738100637' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112229388360979836</id><published>2005-07-25T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T05:18:03.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My sister called this morning while I was in the third leg of my Cowboy Bebop marathon and thank god it wasn't stressful. The most stressful of our phone conversations was when she cautioned me about hanging out with my male friends on campus after the sun is down. That they might do "something." I thought of OJ, Peloy and Dell and one word came into mind. EW.The present conversation was fine and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112229388360979836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112229388360979836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112229388360979836' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112229277048792938</id><published>2005-07-25T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T04:59:30.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Agenda for tomorrowCL 111 - Short StoryI missed an exam two weeks ago due to irrepressible morning hunger and will be making up for it tomorrow with a short discussion on the plot of Hills like White Elephants, hence explains the reason why I'm online tonight instead of the usual evening channel surfing or video gaming.CL 121 - Critical TheoriesA fun class and I am slightly motivated to read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112229277048792938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112229277048792938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_07_24_archive.html#112229277048792938' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112217642179865775</id><published>2005-07-23T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T20:40:21.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As Todd Klein's fan I feel that it is my duty to explain to people (particularly my CW 180 classmates) how important a role lettering is in comics and how it is not just drawing the speech balloons and putting the letters in. This CW180 report is supposed to concentrate on a comic/graphic novel and expound the elements found within, I opted to go for the art of lettering and Sir Emil was okay </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112217642179865775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112217642179865775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_07_17_archive.html#112217642179865775' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112143466091131436</id><published>2005-07-15T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T06:37:40.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ain't this a funny pice of news?Matchbox 20 frontman Rob Thomas has rubbished reports he had sex with Hollywood superstar Tom Cruise - and is even more mortified he's been labeled a fellow Scientologist. The singer is horrified by claims he was caught in bed with the War Of The Worlds star and has finally spoken out to end the rumors. But he's even more offended by reports he's joined Cruise and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112143466091131436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112143466091131436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_07_10_archive.html#112143466091131436' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112097487656363227</id><published>2005-07-09T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T22:54:36.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's official everyone. Yellow Bastard will be Angel.In the third X-Men movie, Nick Stahl has been chosen to play the role of Warren Worthington III or known the the mutant with wings, Angel. Nick Stahl is recently known for his role in Sin City and in the HBO series, Carnivale.Although there are rumors that surfaced that the role was offered to Mike Vogel, Nick Stahl took home the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112097487656363227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112097487656363227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112097487656363227' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112063377054641505</id><published>2005-07-05T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T00:09:30.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AARRGGHH! I can't think of anything but FOOD! ...Well, at times Christian Bale *drool*...But food dominates my mind! Especially a nice plate of fresh green salad, pancakes, lechon, a juicy burger, fries, chicken, pork, maki, sushi, sashimi, ramen, crabs, lobsters, chocolate, cakes, flaky pastries, cookies, milk, curry, pasta, steak...food...food...food...FOOD! I SUMMON THEE!...*sob*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112063377054641505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112063377054641505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_07_03_archive.html#112063377054641505' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-112036964820837746</id><published>2005-07-02T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T22:47:28.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>YESYES! I know. It has been a while since I posted something here. I'm posting most of my life in LJ now and I find it pointless to put the same thing here in my blog. Some of my friends do their emotional whanging on LJ rather than here but since it's my rule not to do emotional whanging both here and on LJ just to avoid misunderstandings (even with that personal rule, some people still mistake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112036964820837746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/112036964820837746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112036964820837746' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111941403445289373</id><published>2005-06-21T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T21:22:55.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The living roomNever had sex before but I'll definitely try it on the couch too.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111941403445289373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111941403445289373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111941403445289373' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111906407805351064</id><published>2005-06-17T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T20:07:58.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of the many things I love about life: finding the books that make you drool and finding then in good condition in bargain books stalls.I bought two Janet Evanovich Books, To the Nines (the 9th Stephanie Plum novel) and Ten Big Ones (the 10th novel). I was just innocently looking for something interesting when I found a small group of the Plum novels and then I let out a small squeal when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111906407805351064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111906407805351064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_06_12_archive.html#111906407805351064' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111822222109861701</id><published>2005-06-08T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T02:17:01.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For the past few days, I've generated more snot and phlegm than last time I remember. I still do and I'm running out of tissues. Gonna have to run to the nearest store and buy a couple of rolls. And I want to eat a specific type of food.I feel quite miserable with all this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111822222109861701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111822222109861701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111822222109861701' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111796687935120469</id><published>2005-06-05T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T03:21:48.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You were destined to have a Red Lightsaber.Red is the color of fire and blood, so it is associated with energy, war, danger, strength, power, and determination as well as passion and desire. You have seen the Strength and Power of the Dark Side of the Force and have you thirst for more of it. What Colored Lightsaber Would You Have? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111796687935120469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111796687935120469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111796687935120469' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111795866904973389</id><published>2005-06-05T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T01:04:30.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The fever last night was 39 degrees. I don't know why I thought it was more horrible than the worst case of tonsilitis I had or when I had bronchial pneumonia. I hardly get sick. My last time was 4 years ago but when I do get sick, please reserve a bed for me at the hospital just for precaution's sake.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111795866904973389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111795866904973389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_06_05_archive.html#111795866904973389' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111745400957280057</id><published>2005-05-30T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T04:56:34.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched Episode 3 and...well...hhrrmm....It's okay. It's not a classic for me and I'm definitely not going to buy a copy of it (original or pirated). Those scary cheesy lines are certainly there but thank god it's only limited to conversations between Padme and AnakinNight time at Padme's place where the highlight of Anakin's evening is to stare at Padme brushing her hair.Anakin (leaning </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111745400957280057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111745400957280057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_29_archive.html#111745400957280057' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111708768192426897</id><published>2005-05-25T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T23:08:01.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tom Cruise has slammed Brooke Shields' current use of the anti-dperessant Paxil for her post-natal depression, and has stated that her career is over despite the raving reviews from critics for her new role in a movie. Cruise also said that instead of using Paxil why didn't she just take vitamins.Vitamins? Hello, the woman has PND and you recommend vitamins to her?The best cure for PND is support</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111708768192426897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111708768192426897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111708768192426897' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111708683365454647</id><published>2005-05-25T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:55:33.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The last movie I watched in the theaters was "Hide and Seek", a movie I watched because of Robert De Niro and Dakota Fanning, a movie which totally reminded me of Stephen King's novella, Secret Window, Secret Garden, that was also made into a movie played by Johnny Depp. I haven't seen it yet so I can't scratch the producers' eyes out (most of the movies made from King's book are crap). Sobrang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111708683365454647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111708683365454647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111708683365454647' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111708562282747411</id><published>2005-05-25T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T22:33:42.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank the gods I remembered I stored the blog thingies in another webspace. I totally forgot to put it in after my previous webspace got poofed.~~~I have no idea what to think of CSI NY. I mean, I enjoy it better than CSI Miami yet it doesn't have that certain oomph that CSI Las Vegas gives me. There are a few hotties in CSI NY and I really dig the coroner and his cool, groin-vaulted ceilinged </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111708562282747411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111708562282747411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111708562282747411' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111673760739485144</id><published>2005-05-21T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T21:53:27.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My tap dancing classes are over so now not much is on my agenda except for GRAIL stuff that are in planning phase and to be done in the first semester.My meals consist of a bit of food, a mug of coffee and a capsule of expectorant medicine.I read the instuction manual for a condom when the last one took me by surprise: do not put used condom in mail to return to distributor.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111673760739485144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111673760739485144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111673760739485144' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111638696759677372</id><published>2005-05-17T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T20:29:27.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not a hypochondriac person. I just let my body's mechanics deal with stuff while I try my best to keep maintenance. However, once in a while I get into panic attacks. Like a few nights ago.I was in my room and reading a book, lying on my stomach when I felt a slightly painful pressure in the lower right part of my abdomen. The first thought that came to mind was appendicitis. Appendicits </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111638696759677372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111638696759677372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_15_archive.html#111638696759677372' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111580921234242076</id><published>2005-05-11T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T04:00:12.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been reading fanfics for 4 years now, I started with the innocent romantic pairings, adventure stories, one-shots etc. before I jumped headlong into the huge, messy vat of NC-17s. Some were romantic novel-y like, some were downright disgusting, some had animals and tentacles, homosexual pairings, sex toys, torture, multiple partners and oodles more.In romantic pairings it's usually between </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111580921234242076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111580921234242076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111580921234242076' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111572204162487606</id><published>2005-05-10T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T03:47:21.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Darna has a stiffie poseI was never a fan of Darna but I never had strong feelings against it. Until now. GMA 7 launched the Darna series based on comics a few weeks back. It was heavily advertised just to catch the attention of the audience. And Darna being a long time icon, many caught on to it.I tried and gave it a chance as much as I could, despite the fact I hate Angel Locsin and everyone </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111572204162487606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111572204162487606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111572204162487606' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111544683701869966</id><published>2005-05-06T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T23:20:37.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Before the last semester ended I promised myself I would educate myself more in Asian Literature because I found it embarrassing that I am more well-read in Western literature, so I thought it was high-time I rectified that error. This summer I read Kobo Abe’s Kangaroo Notebook and I’m presently reading Yumiko Kurahashi’s The Adventure of Sukiyakist Q which I know as a surreal book but only when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111544683701869966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111544683701869966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111544683701869966' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111520902901161102</id><published>2005-05-04T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T05:21:12.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the span of ten days I bought 3 pairs of footwear and not because I wanted to. The first two were for the tap plates (the first pair didn't work too well with the plates) and the last one was because the shoes I wore on my way to school today broke. The soles just disintegrated. Thank God, there was an open store that sold mojo sandals at 7.30 am.Wow. Now that I think about it, this is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111520902901161102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111520902901161102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111520902901161102' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111503776470051923</id><published>2005-05-02T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T05:42:44.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Deep into BaclaranIt was something like a spur of the moment thing. I couldn’t stand the thought of being encumbered by my lack of tap shoes, so I hauled my ass out of the house and went on a wee adventure. I thought of shoe shopping in Greenhills but I worried that I might fail so I started in Baclaran. Odd, I’ve been in Baclaran hundreds of times but I’ve never explored it. For me, having to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111503776470051923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111503776470051923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111503776470051923' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111466368908279547</id><published>2005-04-27T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T21:48:09.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DisplacementI had just left SM Megamall and headed towards Shaw Boulevard station when a sudden mental clogging made me stop before I found myself in front of a speeding car. I didn't immediately realize that my body and mind have separated. It was such an odd feeling, that I thought I was walking the streets in Cebu, feeling its atmosphere, smelling it, hearing it mellow traffic when I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111466368908279547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111466368908279547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111466368908279547' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111432639481787273</id><published>2005-04-24T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T20:47:54.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently at Zena's house. Arrived here a bit past 12am, talked for about 4 hours before we decided we wanted to ogle Christian Bale's sexy, muscular body. Slept at 6am and woke up at 10am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111432639481787273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111432639481787273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_24_archive.html#111432639481787273' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111407530930504711</id><published>2005-04-21T02:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T02:21:49.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another school year has ended and another set of changes to face. It is understandable why people look at the word ‘change’ with wary and distrusting eyes, to lose something you have liked and gotten used to and then to give it all up and get used to another set of changes can harass a person to no end. Things change anyway, and you have to face it sooner or later. In my case, I just look at it; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111407530930504711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111407530930504711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_17_archive.html#111407530930504711' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111365230182726149</id><published>2005-04-16T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T05:32:13.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm currently reading "The Picture of Dorian Gray" and I don't wonder now why it was such a influence for writers with huge self-destruct buttons.This book is one of the good examples of the darker side of humanity, the side which tells you to fuck everyone and everything and that's all that matters because sin is beautiful, that beauty is only worth its face value and should never be taken </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111365230182726149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111365230182726149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111365230182726149' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111364625722560956</id><published>2005-04-16T03:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T03:10:57.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>People have different remedies whenever they are upset. Some gorge on food, particularly sweet things; some sleep; some go to the mall and go on an impulse spree. For me, I buy and watch hentai. I realized this on the day I lost a thousand bucks and was so pissed off, so I locked myself in the room and since I used the tv and VCD player the other day for an impromptu anime marathon, I decided to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111364625722560956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111364625722560956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111364625722560956' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111312348868663288</id><published>2005-04-10T01:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T01:58:08.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new term for penis: Bologna Pony</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111312348868663288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111312348868663288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_10_archive.html#111312348868663288' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111311510883068651</id><published>2005-04-09T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:40:14.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As of this moment, there's a Discovery Channel moment happening at home. My cousin has just fed his pet python a dove. I swear, he just makes everything an excuse just to see that python eat anything.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111311510883068651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111311510883068651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111311510883068651' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111311502616086920</id><published>2005-04-09T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:37:06.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found an old card given to me by an old friend last night. I had totally forgotten about it and culdn't remember how it got to where I found it. It was a tiny card with a thank you note inside, and after reading it I found myself in a calm and serene state. In that moment every frustation, indignation, anger etc. faded away. I became generous and forgiving and I felt good about almost </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111311502616086920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111311502616086920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111311502616086920' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111311411271825710</id><published>2005-04-09T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T23:22:32.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pancit:  a staple dish at parties which consists of noodles, meats and/or veggies Which Filipino Food Are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111311411271825710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111311411271825710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111311411271825710' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111285267815950285</id><published>2005-04-06T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T22:44:38.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inquired about the requirements of an ATM account in the International Bank and...I'm much of a lazy ass to do it. I need two IDs but since I only have one I have to get a postage ID, then a billing statement of sorts. I don't have that kind because the utilities at home aren't place under my name. I'll just open an account at PNB UP branch. Oh please, let me have a bank account!~~~CSI NY kicked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111285267815950285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111285267815950285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111285267815950285' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111268532772697511</id><published>2005-04-04T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:15:27.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems that these are my latest problems:How to get the eggs in the right fluffy consistencyOther ways to cook eggsQuail eggsHow to kill those fucking chocobosHow to kill that fat ghostHow to get all the other ten endings without smashing the gamepad out of sheer impatience</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111268532772697511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111268532772697511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111268532772697511' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111243890245370241</id><published>2005-04-02T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T02:48:22.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good things that happened today:Got a second ending for Chrono TriggerDrank milk teaGranny is home and I have a pair of shoes from herI can take summer classesGranny is coming here soon that's why I can take summer classesCRS now caters to summer classes (I got lucky. I just that out and the lasy day is April 5)Bad things that happened:Final Fantasy Tactics is a hard ass game to playHarvest Moon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111243890245370241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111243890245370241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111243890245370241' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111225556949713115</id><published>2005-03-30T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T23:52:49.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ah yes. The second semester has ended and like every other semester endings...I am always in panic mode. Always when the semester starts, I promise to myself I'd do better and then soon...the enthusiasm fades away, then nonchalance sets in, and before I realize it, I fucked up again!*Panic Mode button...on*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111225556949713115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111225556949713115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111225556949713115' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111225467543957653</id><published>2005-03-30T23:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T23:37:55.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Many people find it hard to let go. That's what I was thinking of while I separated the stuff I plan to throw out from the ones still needed. After so many years, I finally found it easy to throw away stuff that were useless in the first place. A piece of yarn that was once used to tie a small bouquet of flowers, a gift card from my teacher, old pictures etc. Humans are attached to material </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111225467543957653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111225467543957653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111225467543957653' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111200468734202382</id><published>2005-03-28T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T03:22:51.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ay, Dios MioOnce again, from the drunken ramblings of my cousin are sex stories he and his friends have done. He even went as far as saying that he might take me to one so I could gain experience and might help me if I wanted to write. Write about prostitutes, the sex clubs and other muck straight from the local red light district.He said: Look I don't mean to insult, we are related and all, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111200468734202382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111200468734202382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111200468734202382' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111199807674046176</id><published>2005-03-28T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T00:21:16.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In my opinion, a happy funeral should have a happy wake...and the ants got there first. I had no choice but to throw away Lucifer's corpse. He just had to die when it's difficult to get people together because everyone's so busy. Oh well, we can always have a belated Irish wake for you, Lucifer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111199807674046176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111199807674046176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_27_archive.html#111199807674046176' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111190678500398011</id><published>2005-03-26T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T02:18:17.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lucifer has passed away. I found him lying beside the nozzle of his water bottle this morning, and it didn't surprise me. He had been growing steadily weaker these past few months and when he took a sudden turn for the worse some days ago...it was bound to happen. All must come to an end.Odd. Losing Lucife only hurt when it was in my head, now that it has become a reality I only feel a gamut of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111190678500398011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111190678500398011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111190678500398011' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111181236630897064</id><published>2005-03-25T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T20:46:06.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, the "trying to be a student" failed.What else has been going on in my life?Sex life: noneLove life: noneSocial life: noneGamer life: still trying to finish Vagrant Story and get all the 11 endings of Chrono Trigger.Family life: Granny going home on the 30th and no doubt will be expecting me to come home to Cebu as well.Work life: unemployedPet owner life: I'm worried about Lucifer. He's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111181236630897064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111181236630897064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111181236630897064' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111181037164160368</id><published>2005-03-25T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T20:12:51.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trying to finish my papers by writing it in parts.The operative word is trying.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111181037164160368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111181037164160368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_20_archive.html#111181037164160368' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111120868160293938</id><published>2005-03-18T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T21:15:43.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is a list of academic blah-blah stuff I have to do before I can safely say I passed my second year1. CL 40 final paper on Junichiro Tanizaki due on Monday2. CL 40 exam next, next week3. Kas 1 power point presentation due on Tuesday4. Kas 1 group paper (it looks suspicously like a mini thesis)5. Five one-page reaction papers on five Filipino films I have to watch due on the twenty-ninth of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111120868160293938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111120868160293938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111120868160293938' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111120822200958540</id><published>2005-03-18T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T20:57:02.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Forced into one of my cousin's drunken conversations, in his drunken wisdom he spout off one line that had me smiling while making sunny side-ups."My girlfriend is so shallow that not even an ant can drown in it."~~~Thursday night.I returned home shaking from the abuse I forced on myself (carrying several kilos of stuff from Katipunan) and sighed with heart-felt drama when I sat down on my bed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111120822200958540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111120822200958540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111120822200958540' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111094633354293544</id><published>2005-03-15T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T20:12:13.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I may be able to give logical and sound advice and comfort to heartbroken friends, it is another matter if the heartbroken victim is a 13-year old boy. This thirteen year old was sent to be cleaning department of the house. He looks rather small for his age, so I always thought that he was younger, until last night that is.I was in front of the tv when we noticed him sitting dejectedly on a chair</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111094633354293544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111094633354293544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111094633354293544' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111070491105752224</id><published>2005-03-13T00:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T01:08:31.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been studying Comparative Literature for two years now and it was only when I watched Edward Scissorhands that I realized how much my thinking pattern had been modified.While watching the movie, I categorized Edward's character through his clothes, appearance, hands, and manners; added it all to a theory as to who he is as a symbol. Connected him to his environment and the other characters</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111070491105752224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111070491105752224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_13_archive.html#111070491105752224' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111034659900257619</id><published>2005-03-08T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T21:36:39.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems that the most potent motivator for me to become a good student are school supplies. I was staring googly-eyed at the colored staples, little staplers, big and small colored paper clips, scissors, correctional tapes, etc.I bought a utility pouch and pencil leads while eyeing the bigger pouches with longing, daydreaming that soon I'll buy one and fill them with lots and lots of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111034659900257619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111034659900257619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_03_06_archive.html#111034659900257619' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111001547200430280</id><published>2005-03-05T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:37:52.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring cleaned my blog. I finally decided that there were a lot of stuff in it that were actually useless. I took out the second box thingy, took out old and extinct blogsites, blogsites I don't go into, changed names, and added a new one: Aster!Now my blog looks cleaner.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111001547200430280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111001547200430280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#111001547200430280' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-111001312117637188</id><published>2005-03-05T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:58:41.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched Il Mare late last night again and loved it even more.The movie has breathtaking scenes; the story unfolding to the tunes of its beautiful soundtrack. Il Mare is a sad romantic movie that speaks volumes about the many ways people are separated from they ones they love; physical distance, estrangement and even time. Even love, the emotion that usually binds people can also tear a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111001312117637188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/111001312117637188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#111001312117637188' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110969903366525901</id><published>2005-03-01T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T09:43:53.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Currently at Zena's house.Desperation. I was so sleepy during my class that I went out to the bathroom, entered a stall, sat down on the toilet seat, and used my arms as a pillow and promptly went to sleep for about 15 minutes.It was refreshing and I was wide awake for the remainder of that class.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110969903366525901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110969903366525901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110969903366525901' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110949992119347661</id><published>2005-02-27T02:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T02:25:21.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I never thought that museum-hopping could be so fun. But it was also very tiring, so unless someone has a ready transport, I don't think I'll be doing it again any time soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110949992119347661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110949992119347661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110949992119347661' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110914397817589710</id><published>2005-02-22T23:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T23:32:58.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>By luck, I managed to find this good Takeshi Kitano website. The website included Kitano’s biography, filmography (in this link is not only the list of his movies, but added insights about each movies derived from various interviews and the webmaster’s own analysis), his books (yes, the man wrote not only his own screenplays but various book and essays), resources and links.The biography of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110914397817589710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110914397817589710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110914397817589710' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110914050488584222</id><published>2005-02-22T22:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T22:35:04.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On the number one spot for next month's List of Priorities is...*drumroll*Janet Evanovich's ninth Stephanie Plum novel!~~~Another new item for my wishlist:Hana-bi Artworks, Takeshi Kitano's compilation of his paintings.Major accomplishment for today: I finally kicked father Duane's ass!Woohoo! Go me!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110914050488584222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110914050488584222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_20_archive.html#110914050488584222' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110864186175500363</id><published>2005-02-17T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T04:04:21.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New items on the wishlist!A Takeshi Kitano blog layout and a box of mint tea.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110864186175500363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110864186175500363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110864186175500363' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110852805805863043</id><published>2005-02-15T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T20:27:38.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was in a happy skippity-skip mood until I saw that the one hundred bucks on my desk was missing. I knew there was a hundred bucks there, and I'm sure of it. I looked and looked but to no avail. It didn't even help that when I slammed the books on the floor I had this almost uncontrollable urge to throw everything against the walls and scream. Of course, that wouldn't just do. However, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110852805805863043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110852805805863043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_13_archive.html#110852805805863043' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110819588838893350</id><published>2005-02-12T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T00:11:28.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate it when people ask me what my college major is. I'm proud to be a literature student but I don't like explaining to people who I'm pretty sure will never understand why I took it. I didn't take it because I'm hoping that in the future it will land me a lucrative job.I don't like to explain it to them that I'm studying literature because I plainly love it. And I even hate it more that they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110819588838893350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110819588838893350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110819588838893350' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110819503591087717</id><published>2005-02-11T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:57:15.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, someone just told me that a Viking funeral happens like this:They make a hole and put the body in it, they pee into the hole, they get drunk, they pee again, , they fill the hole, they get even more drunk and then raid the neighboring villages.I dunno if the GRAIL Tribunal is up for this one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110819503591087717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110819503591087717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110819503591087717' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110819386596342899</id><published>2005-02-11T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T23:37:45.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One night I was just looking at Lucifer doing an imitation of Mission Impossible when I suddenly found myself almost crying at the thought of him dead. Yes, I know all about that "Life is not permanent" shit and all that, but this is Lucifer I'm talking about. Some might say it's ridiculous that I cry over a rodent whilst I refuse to do so with people. Hey, hamsters live a whole lot shorter than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110819386596342899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110819386596342899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110819386596342899' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110767237780018210</id><published>2005-02-05T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T22:46:17.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm in a hot dash to play as much video games as I can before the whole vicious academic cycle starts again, like procrastination, feeling guilty over procrastinating, then procrastinating even more because I feel like the lowest slug in the academic food chain for procrastinating. It doesn't seem to stop, and I'm not having a rad time controlling it. In fact, I've been procrastinating so much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110767237780018210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110767237780018210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110767237780018210' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110734906653742429</id><published>2005-02-02T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T04:57:46.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a paper for my CL 40 class that I will attempt to finish tonight. If not, I'll continue tomorrow and strive to finish it by then since this paper is already late.I will bring forth all my powers of academic proportions and finish this paper!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110734906653742429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110734906653742429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110734906653742429' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110707294528488682</id><published>2005-01-30T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T00:19:42.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Would anyone of you EAT THIS?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110707294528488682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110707294528488682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_30_archive.html#110707294528488682' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110683142510494499</id><published>2005-01-27T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T05:10:25.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I do not want to be caught dead in this position.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110683142510494499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110683142510494499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110683142510494499' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110682934537073844</id><published>2005-01-27T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T05:11:11.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some funny lines in Janet Evanovich's ninth Stephanie Plum novel, To The Nines."That's just so sad," Lula said. "What do men think of? If you had a lumpy little wanger like that would you go waving it in public?"~~~"When I was a'ho I used to keep myself from getting grossed out by pretending men's privates were Muppets," Lula said. "This guy looks like an anteater Muppet. See the little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110682934537073844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110682934537073844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110682934537073844' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110682463607519095</id><published>2005-01-27T03:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T03:17:16.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*jiggies and twirls around*Yesterday Wednesday was happily spent in Greenhills. Including my money.I bought an outfit for this Saturday's dinner part. A lovely outfit courtesy of Zena's choosing. I don't really mind dressing up as long as I like the outfit.Then I bought three cds for my PS 1 console: Chrono Trigger, Warcraft 2 (I never thought there'd be a Warcraft for the PS) and GTA 2.I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110682463607519095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110682463607519095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110682463607519095' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110665684296911856</id><published>2005-01-25T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T04:40:42.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take the quiz: "WHAT RELIGION BESTS SUITS YOU?"Pagan/OccultistDo what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law. Spending your entire life searching various forms of philosophy and religion, you choose to observe everything and believe little. You're personality is one of truth seeking, nature respecting and god/goddess accepting. Lastly, you don't judge anyone, but if annoyed, you will exact some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110665684296911856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110665684296911856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_23_archive.html#110665684296911856' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110638928789879171</id><published>2005-01-22T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T02:21:27.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In some very old fishing communities where the fishermen don't have high-tech gadgets and gizmos, the employ odd but effective means. During the day, they read the movement of the waves to detect if there is an island nearby and to easily estimate the distanec to avoid shallow pools. Obviously they can't employ this at night so what they do to detect the dangerous shallow areas of the shore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110638928789879171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110638928789879171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110638928789879171' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110638485035182764</id><published>2005-01-22T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T01:07:30.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have pink toes! My toes are pink! I just cleaned them, and washed them and colored then and my toes are pink!Ten pink piggy-wiggies on my foot. I love cleaning my toes! I'm wriggling them and I see them wriggle and they look so cute coz they're so pink and tiny!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110638485035182764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110638485035182764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110638485035182764' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110638034417233853</id><published>2005-01-21T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:52:24.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have almost forgotten how much I love the library. As soon I got back the habit of squatting between shelves, I immediately felt at home and reseolved to visit the library more often. I guess the reason for my infrequent visiting is that nowadays I just go to the library for schoolwork, unlike in the days of old I just went in, grabbed a book and find an unoccupied table. Work really takes the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110638034417233853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110638034417233853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110638034417233853' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110614574607963735</id><published>2005-01-19T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T06:42:26.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made a horrible, horrible, horrible mistake!!!I forgot about Beat Takeshi's birthday and it was yesterday!!!*tries to hyperventilate*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110614574607963735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110614574607963735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110614574607963735' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110603802697929983</id><published>2005-01-18T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T00:47:06.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit!I'm tired, sleepy and in bad need of a bed but lo! what do we have here? A locked front door and I still haven't been given the spare key. This is one of the things that I can never get used to even when it has happened so many times. Getting locked out of the house just because you weren't given the front door key.I've also gone mental now. Very mental.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110603802697929983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110603802697929983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_16_archive.html#110603802697929983' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110562262756185803</id><published>2005-01-13T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T05:23:47.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FUCK THIS!!!If there's such a thing, I want to be transplanted with something that will make me do what I'm supposed to do and not procrastinate around.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110562262756185803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110562262756185803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110562262756185803' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110544182890120779</id><published>2005-01-11T03:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T03:10:28.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I looked up at imdb.com and found the listing of celebrities sharing my birthdate. So far, the ones I already know are JRR Tolkien and Mel Gibson. The others I only know in the anime industry like Rie Tanaka, seiyuu for Chii from the series Chobits and Masayuki, the creator of Furi Kuri.But I don’t know how to take in the fact that Britney Spears got married on my birthday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110544182890120779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110544182890120779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110544182890120779' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110489979532698215</id><published>2005-01-04T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T20:36:35.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would like to take this opportunity to greet Clancy Brown aka Mr. Krabs of the tv cartoon series Spongebon Squarepants aka Brother Justin of the HBO tv series Carnivale a HAPPY HAPPY BIRTHYDAY! ~~~Wot happened on my birthday?Exactly at midnight, I went to an old barbecue place with a few relatives.Went to a coffee shop, ordered a strawberry smoothie, hanged out in the parking lot and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110489979532698215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110489979532698215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2005_01_02_archive.html#110489979532698215' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110429964313607459</id><published>2004-12-28T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:54:03.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have spent the last two days cooped up in my room with Hannibal Lecter. He's definitely the type of gentleman you'd admire as long as he's a hundred miles away from you. Or that he's a figment of Thomas Harris' imagination.I read in the novel about memory palaces, a mnemonic technique that ancient scholars used to store information. In the memory palace you can keep memories filed away and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110429964313607459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110429964313607459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110429964313607459' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110429683236530708</id><published>2004-12-28T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T21:07:12.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have spent the last two days cooped up in my room with Hannibal Lecter. He's definitely the type of gentleman you'd admire as long as he's a hundred miles away from you. Or that he's a figment of Thomas Harris' imagination.I read in the novel about memory palaces, a mnemonic technique that ancient scholars used to store information. In the memory palace you can keep memories filed away and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110429683236530708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110429683236530708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110429683236530708' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110413527974071077</id><published>2004-12-27T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T00:14:39.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll just reach into myself and pull out my inner child, the one who loves Christmas the most and let it greet you the best wishes on all of the celebrations that will be coming your way for the year 2005.So far my inner child has been mooning over the stuff that I have recieved.A new traveling bag to replace the old one I used.A pair of Tommy Hilfiger rubber shoes (I know he's an ass but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110413527974071077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110413527974071077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110413527974071077' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110413318810596872</id><published>2004-12-26T23:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T23:39:48.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas has passed without as much as a bat of the eyelash from me, without much greeting and excitement. It has not made much of an impact for me as it did before when I was a child when the mere sight of Christmas lights twinkling in September was enough to cause restless in me until the last firecracker has been lit and the wrapping from my gift opened.Okay, so for the past several years I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110413318810596872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110413318810596872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_26_archive.html#110413318810596872' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110379551835375506</id><published>2004-12-23T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T01:51:58.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I finally found out that a. my sister threw out all my manga and Japanese magazines (so much for the reference that I wanted and I hope she gets scabies on her groin) and b. the books my grandmother sent are two James Patterson novels, a Higgins Clark and something I can never, ever read, a Danielle Steele. My family may know I love books but they don’t know which books I like. I got a copy of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110379551835375506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110379551835375506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110379551835375506' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110379303114373196</id><published>2004-12-23T00:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T01:10:31.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I got my ticket and was scheduled to leave the day after when my cousin told me to have the ticket reimbursed and buy a plane ticket because you'd have to fight your way through the harbor with 11 000 other people.Hey, I had no complaints since I'd be traveling only an hour to get back to Cebu.Anyhoos, I bought the plane ticket, departure date: Dec. 23, 2004 and I arrived in Cebu this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110379303114373196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110379303114373196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110379303114373196' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110355120328516151</id><published>2004-12-20T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T06:00:03.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a few things on my wishlist and the latest addition is this.Since someone got bored and used the condom on my desk, I want a replacement for that condom. No, I'm not gonna be using it on anyone or on me. I just realized a condom in it's wrapper looks really cute on my desk.That's all.See? I am the epitome of shallowness with depth.Newsflash!Someone just told me there is such a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110355120328516151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110355120328516151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110355120328516151' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110354703051111969</id><published>2004-12-20T03:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T04:50:30.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow, I will be sailing off for Cebu to spend Christmas with my family. I'll be honest and say that there isn't any amount of sincerity in my coming home. I'll be getting some money from my grandmother and my aunt promised me a mobile phone when I get there. Also I have to pick up some books my grandmother sent to me.~~~This is one of the better Q&amp;A situations I have ever engaged in.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110354703051111969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110354703051111969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_19_archive.html#110354703051111969' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110311395109850726</id><published>2004-12-15T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T04:32:31.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love combined with cuteness and a funky music always lifts my spirits.Merry Christmas everyone!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110311395109850726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110311395109850726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110311395109850726' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110310971792227049</id><published>2004-12-15T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T03:53:44.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> You have the Vermeer girl look. A Vermeer girl appealed mostly to the old masters of the Dutch school, who painted pictures of everyday life as they knew it. With her fine, fair skin, she suited a light, natural, dewy make-up. The Vermeer Girl loved homely things, such as homemade soaps and candles. The following artists would have liked to paint you; Pieter de Hooch and Jan Vermeer. 'Pretty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110310971792227049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110310971792227049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110310971792227049' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110294842143613005</id><published>2004-12-13T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T06:33:41.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every year, whenever the approach of december grows near, I am always plagued with the question of what the fuck is Christmas really for? Obviously, this persistent asking of myself about an issue I'd rather forget will always remain a thorn in my backside. Christmas meant a lot to me before, and now all I'm doing is to ask myself time and again why I still want to feel the old excitement I used </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110294842143613005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110294842143613005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_12_archive.html#110294842143613005' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110260816202489358</id><published>2004-12-09T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T08:02:42.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mode Button pushed: 'Trying to be a good student'Trying to find out a bit more about the Iliad. Seems like a futile effort in motion.So what happened today?I'll try to enumerate the events that occurred for today.I woke up.Ate breakfast. A measly bowl of Koko Krunch.Tried to get my laundry but they had no change for 500 so I am left with no new clothes again.Took a bathe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110260816202489358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110260816202489358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110260816202489358' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110243211444811857</id><published>2004-12-07T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T07:08:34.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wot just happened?My older sister called and of course the same old topics for a conversation that mostly ends  in an almost shouting match. This time her starting line was, "I heard you got really thin now. Have you gotten yourself a lover?" To which I replied, "Is that the only reason you can give me for being really thin?" Then it shifted again to the topic of my being thin, then to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110243211444811857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110243211444811857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110243211444811857' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110232352324166631</id><published>2004-12-06T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:58:43.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was walking through the sciences buildings area in UP when I saw three naked young boys swimming in the man-made river. Contrary to popular belief (many of whom may not believe me anyway) I did not see this as something sexual. I am no pedophile and I like muscles on my men. Instead my mind went into romantic mode; the metaphors and imageries bordered on nostalgia. It reminded me of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110232352324166631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110232352324166631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_12_05_archive.html#110232352324166631' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110191087996799645</id><published>2004-12-01T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T00:59:12.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This list is something that I am very proud of.Mga ka-birthday ko:JRR TolkienMel GibsonLaguna Loire (fictional rpg character)Mga ka-starsign ko:Takeshi Kitano - January 18 (director, scriptwriter, movie editor, comedian, actor)Clancy Brown - January 5 (actor; voice actor, boses ni Mr. Krabs, Lex Luthor, Mr. Freeze, Dr. Neo Cortex at Uka-Uka and a newspaper magnate)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110191087996799645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110191087996799645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110191087996799645' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110191008187298989</id><published>2004-12-01T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T06:08:01.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After so many weeks of thinking over it, I have finally understood why it bothered me so much. Not because of what happened to her but of what she did and I can't just easily excuse her failings for her act as I usually do whenever someone I know starts swirling down the hole. I am angry at her for just leaving it in one corner with not so much as a coherent, logical and believable explanation. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110191008187298989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110191008187298989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_11_28_archive.html#110191008187298989' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110136254580930078</id><published>2004-11-24T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T22:02:25.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Due to another self-made fuck up, I am again wearing no underwear. It doesn't feel strange though, just normal. I just hope I don't zip up my pubic hair coz I know that hurts like hell.~~~Some stranger is trying to convince to do a role playing online as lovers. I'm not even interested in a real love life!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110136254580930078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110136254580930078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110136254580930078' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5078857.post-110049932348940111</id><published>2004-11-14T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T22:15:23.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Your personality reveals itself in the way you act, the words that come out of your mouth and the ideals that you follow. In the book, "Thick Face, Black Heart" (the book I consider my bible) you can judge how a person is by the opinion that he/she states in topics that matter.Some people might say that who am I as a person might either be (put negative adjective here) or (and here), but in the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110049932348940111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5078857/posts/default/110049932348940111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theoriginalspacecadet.blogspot.com/2004_11_14_archive.html#110049932348940111' title=''/><author><name>Lantish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07853648534439702922</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></entry></feed>
