<?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-29925805</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:28:34.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kill(able)</title><subtitle type='html'>vincent is very fond of one word right now...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115408037098847019</id><published>2006-07-28T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T17:59:46.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ii. LSS - "i write sins not tragedies"</title><content type='html'>this has been on my playlist for quite a while and i must say that i enjoyed the lyrics so much... it's not just your ordinary, catchy tune... it has meaning too... ROCK ON panic at the disco!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just so you can have the same song ringing in my head... below the video is the lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xK4KSg_juwg" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well imagine; as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.&lt;br /&gt;"What a beautiful wedding!, What a beautiful wedding!" says a bridesmaid to the waiter.&lt;br /&gt;"Ah yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved&lt;br /&gt;Well this calls for, a toast so, pour the champagne Oh!&lt;br /&gt;Well in fact, well I'll look at it this way, I mean technically our marriage is saved&lt;br /&gt;Well this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne, pour the champagne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in with a "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No. It's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in "Haven't you people ever heard of closing the god damn door?!"&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115408037098847019?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115408037098847019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115408037098847019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115408037098847019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115408037098847019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/07/ii-lss-i-write-sins-not-tragedies.html' title='ii. LSS - &quot;i write sins not tragedies&quot;'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115390798581150308</id><published>2006-07-26T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T12:53:24.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>high school musical {want to know the dance steps?}</title><content type='html'>it might be a little akward for me to teach you the steps since i was the first one to exclaim that i didn't like it much... but anyways.... my sister bought a DVD the other day {and apparently, she likes it very much... and i would be glad to call it her second childhood since she sings along with my younger brother... and it's not good, if i may add}... and since we got a long weekend {four days to be exact... due to typhoon Glenda}, we watched it about two to three times a day {sick isn't it? my little brothers love it... they've memorized almost all the songs!}... there is also a bonus feature where they teach you the dance moves by Sharpay and Ryan {bop, bop, bop song?}... and there is also a special backstage peek in the making of the movie {did you know that one of the male actors in the movie is their chereographer?}...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh... can't help it!... i'm singing the song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to believe that i couldn't see... that you were always there beside me... thought i was alone... with no one to hold... but you were always there beside me... this feeling's like no other... i want you to know... that i've never had someone... who knows me like you do... the way you do... {stop me!} that i've never had someone... as good for me as you... no one like you... {okay... stop!}... so lonely before... i finally found... what i've been looking for... {whew! end!} ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115390798581150308?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115390798581150308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115390798581150308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115390798581150308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115390798581150308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/07/high-school-musical-want-to-know-dance.html' title='high school musical {want to know the dance steps?}'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115390882118922866</id><published>2006-07-25T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:13:28.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's the end...</title><content type='html'>end of the grading period that is {for our dear elementary students}... and we have been told that we {unfortunately} are going to switch places {with other student teachers, that is}... not that i don't want to but... i think i already became attached to the grade 2 pupils... i mean... i already know most of their names {and believe it or not... i recognize their faces} ^_^ then suddenly, another batch of students will be given to us... wtf?! then we will be making a new class record... i would prefer to stick to my class.. but anyways... that's not my decision... so... so be it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on another issue... still education related... there was a proposal of moving the start of classes to september {nice timing, man! we're graduating in a few months!} ... it was suggested to become much more efficient since the rainy days is over by then... coincidentally, the students will suffer from the scorching heat during april and may... but still... i think it is a good proposal... classes will be suspended during this rainy season but parents still pay the same {which means the students learn nothing while they are at home watching the rain drops fall... or maybe wandering in the mall every time there is a suspension of class...} again {unfortunately}... it is not my decision...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115390758840017681</id><published>2006-07-25T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:19:26.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got lots to say today... first up: half-blood prince</title><content type='html'>okay... i've been a few months behind for all those harry fanatics here... but at least i finished it already... but i can't control a certain amount of anger {too much?} to stupid dunderbore {Dumbledore}... if he just listened to harry... or maybe consider a certain amount of doubt to snape... then he would be stilll alive... instead, he pleaded for the last few seconds in his life... anyways... i wonder how will j.k rowling fit all the remaining parts of the story in one book {she's got to finish it, doesn't she? i mean... it's the last book} harry has got to find {if i'm not mistaken} four more horcruxes then kill voldemort {if that's what's going to happen anyway}... can't wait for the ending...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on... i heard that order of phoenix {movie} is due this year {if my memory serves me right... and my sources are correct} between july to august... which i highly doubt that might happen here in the philippines...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115390758840017681?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115390758840017681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115390758840017681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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prefer to play poker than to have sex... according to studies... one reason is that palying poker can last for hours... what the? haven't you heard of viagra, ladies? or maybe the participants in these study have a bad taste for company during love-making... i mean... procreation is one of the best gifts God has given to human being {suddenly i became a preacher}... why trade it for playing some stupid game of cards... comments here... anyone?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115390836587810586?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115390836587810586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115390836587810586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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today {approxiamtely 10 minutes ago}... and what a surprise... after our class we went straight to the faculty room... and guess what? the faculty room is crashing down... there was a man hanging by the window {and of course we can't use the aircon} fixing something there... and as usual... the faculty room was crowded {even with the war-like environment right now} so we decided to hang out here in the high school computer laboratory.. anyways... i enjoyed teaching... partly... the first section was like hell though... students standing up every minute... student complaining every second... and once every milisecond one student wants to go the the restroom... my second class was better... they were all {i think} listening... but less students participated in the recitation... eventhough i felt like my throat's going to break any minute in between our session, i still pulled it through... overall... it was fun {i think it was}... hopefully it was fun for the students too {thank god they liked my visual aids!}...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/Smiles_Thumbs_up_prv.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115146396166543333?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115146396166543333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115146396166543333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115146396166543333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115146396166543333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-survived.html' title='i survived!'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115128073505645328</id><published>2006-06-26T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T17:59:22.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i. LSS - "who knew"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UFnVU3CnZLw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;when i heard pink's got a new video out, i was thrilled... i really really REALLY like the song "u and ur hand" which is currently her single played on the radio today... but i was a little disappointed to find out that the song "who knew" was given life thru a video... anyways, i searched for the lyrics aof the song and the minute i realized the song's message i was instantaneously hooked up to the song... i was suddenly playing it repeatedly on youtube... nice video too... enjoy the song!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You took my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You showed me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You promised me youd be around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ah huh thats right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="more-988"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I took your words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I believed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In everything you said to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yeah huh thats right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHORUS 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youd be long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Id stand up and punch them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coz theyre all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I know better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coz you said forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Remember when we were such fools&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And so convinced and just too cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh no no no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish I could touch you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish I could still call you a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Id give anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHORUS 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When someone said count your blessings now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fore theyre long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I guess I just didn’t know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was all wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But they knew better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Still you said forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who Knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ill keep you locked in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until we until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And I wont forget you my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;CHORUS 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If someone said three years from now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Youd be long gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Id stand up and punch them out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Coz theyre all wrong and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;That last kiss Ill cherish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Until we meet again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And time makes it harder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wish I could remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But I keep you memory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You visit me in my sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My darlin who knew &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My darlin my darlin who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My darlin I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;My darlin who knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115128073505645328?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115128073505645328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115128073505645328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115128073505645328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115128073505645328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-lss-who-knew.html' title='i. LSS - &quot;who knew&quot;'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115123454464508755</id><published>2006-06-25T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:00:00.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i. movie review  - "CARS"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;remember the LSS {last song syndrome} series? well, besides that vincent decided to create another series. eureka! the movie review series {applause!}... first up is a pixar animation film entitled "Cars"... featuring the voices of owen wilson and paul newman, the movie tells a story of lightning mcqueen, a rookie car driven to win the piston cup against two legendary competitors... but due to an accident, he was left off in an old place along sleepy route 66 where he met mater, doc hudson and sally among other characters in the town of radiator springs - in here he learns that there is more to life than just winning and getting that sponsorship... off to the ratings shall we? where should i start? of course! the animation! it was great! the details on those cars were superb... remember those paint jobs on pimp my ride? all seemed so real {except of course for the eyes on the wind shields and mouth on the bumper} and even the sceneries was amazing {wonder if that one scene where lightning and sally was driving around was based on a real waterfall and mountain range}... uhmmm... the plot... it was cool that there are no more cliche love story... this one is unique in its own way {maybe because it is the first animation movie about cars?}... but... what i really reall REALLY like about the movie is the race for the piston cup... the scene where the king crashed and lightning pushed him to the finish line... it was quite... uhmmm.... touching... overall... i give it... uhmmm.... 9 out of 10 stars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/CarsLogo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115123454464508755?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115123454464508755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115123454464508755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115123454464508755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115123454464508755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-movie-review-cars.html' title='i. movie review  - &quot;CARS&quot;'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115105748128782230</id><published>2006-06-24T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:03:42.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reason of "kill"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lately vincent has been... uhmmm... "addicted" to online games {namely RAN Online, Ragnarok AERO and FLYFF}... one virtue {if it is one} vincent got from playing and spending {probably too much} hours on it is: "KILL! KILL! KILL!"... it's the only way to survive in online gaming... if you're not good at it, you'd better be off to bed... and vincent believes that it is more or less the same in real life... you have to kill your opponents along the way to reach your goal... but you don't have to kill as in &lt;em&gt;kill&lt;/em&gt; them {i'd probably be banned if i meant that way... please refer to story of "kill" post for more information... you can even use the word as an idiomatic expression! ^_^}... you just have to... uhmmm... skip along the obstacles that may hinder your desires {wrong word?}... there may be a lot that will come {like what's happening to me right now} but for sure every test has an answer key {wtf?!}... anyways... obviously, i'm fond of the word... so there's nothing you can do about it {or maybe you can sue me for liking it}...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115105748128782230?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115105748128782230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115105748128782230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115105748128782230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115105748128782230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/06/reason-of-kill.html' title='reason of &quot;kill&quot;'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115105695389211993</id><published>2006-06-23T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:04:38.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>story of "kill"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kill1 (kĭl) v., killed, kill·ing, kills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;v.tr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To deprive of life: The Black Death was a disease that killed millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put an end to; extinguish: The rain killed our plans for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To destroy a vitally essential quality in: Too much garlic killed the taste of the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cause to cease operating; turn off: killed the motor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To tire out completely; exhaust: “The trip to work, and the boredom and nervousness of jobs, kills men” (Jimmy Breslin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To pass (time) in aimless activity: killed a few hours before the flight by sightseeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To consume entirely; finish off: kill a bottle of brandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To prevent a hockey team on a power play from scoring during (a penalty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cause extreme pain or discomfort to: My shoes are killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To mark for deletion; rule out: killed the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To thwart passage of; veto: kill a congressional bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To overwhelm with hilarity, pleasure, or admiration: The outstanding finale killed the audience.&lt;br /&gt;Sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hit (a ball) with great force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hit (a ball) with such force as to make a return impossible, especially in a racquet game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;v.intr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To cause death or extinction; be fatal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To commit murder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informal. To make such a strong impression as to overcome: dress to kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The act of killing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An animal killed, especially in hunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person killed or to be killed: “Infantrymen . . . had seen too many kills suddenly get up and run away or shoot at them as they approached” (Nelson DeMille).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An enemy aircraft, vessel, or missile that has been attacked and destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sports. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A kill shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;phrasal verb:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;kill off&lt;br /&gt;To destroy in such large numbers as to render extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;idiom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;in at (or on) the kill&lt;br /&gt;Present at the moment of triumph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115105695389211993?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115105695389211993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115105695389211993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115105695389211993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115105695389211993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/06/story-of-kill.html' title='story of &quot;kill&quot;'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115105231336803113</id><published>2006-06-23T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T19:25:01.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live report goes wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XxDOslcBhbw" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i have nothing against GMA network... after all... we're just humans aren't we?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115105231336803113?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115105231336803113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115105231336803113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115105231336803113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115105231336803113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/06/live-report-goes-wrong.html' title='live report goes wrong'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115105016042187214</id><published>2006-06-23T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T18:04:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not that i don't like him</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;our class today seems to be a little... uhmmmm... boring... we've probably discussed this particular lesson a dozen times already {operators, assigning variables, increment and decrement} and i'm a bit aggravated for the reason that we're taking too much time for it. i mean... i really like programming {but i don't like java... for now} but other basic commands like those don't need much of attention... why don't he try to explain the meaning of this statement:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;public static void main(String args[])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't get it... he defined it... but i don't know what it is for... but i got to admit... he's really good in teaching... and he doesn't mind us playing games and researching in the internet {not to mention watching horribly singing performances in youtube or break.com} while he's teaching... it's good that he's not that strict... at least, i have more time surfing the net ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115105016042187214?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115105016042187214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115105016042187214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115105016042187214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115105016042187214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/06/not-that-i-dont-like-him.html' title='not that i don&apos;t like him'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115104957517643908</id><published>2006-06-20T21:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:32:07.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>keys me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GVDP5pW13Q4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i can't help it... i'm singing the song... with wrong lyrics...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115104957517643908?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115104957517643908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115104957517643908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115104957517643908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115104957517643908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/06/keys-me.html' title='keys me'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29925805.post-115070753718634776</id><published>2006-05-29T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T19:31:36.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just moved</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can't get enough of blogging huh? I'M BACK... to my original blog (home) {as advised by nyl}... but now using a new address and new blog title! {isn't that SWEET?!} anyways... i'll be changing the environment of this blog when i have the time {and when exactly is that?}... that's all for now... ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29925805-115070753718634776?l=killvincentkill.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/feeds/115070753718634776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29925805&amp;postID=115070753718634776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115070753718634776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29925805/posts/default/115070753718634776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://killvincentkill.blogspot.com/2006/05/just-moved.html' title='just moved'/><author><name>vincent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00820736978694009520</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v484/v1nc3nt/a.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
