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      <title>Transferring</title>
      <link>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/archive/93.html</link>
      <pubDate>Wed, 31 Jan 2007 04:53:12 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I have already transferred to another, better blog.  do go there... thanx



SacchirineJunkie



do visit it.... I will expect you there



mwahugs....mwa


 
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      <title>Goddam Ym</title>
      <link>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/archive/92.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 08:35:55 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>you know whats pissing me off?. my YM. i mean, there is this stupid anonymous guy claiming to be pinoy, who has been buzzing me telling me he is from some place outside the philippines and is hitting on me. and now he lives in davao too and wants to find a way to frequently contact me. its pissing me off because its so goddam weird. pisti jud. i wanna change adress but it will take me a l\ong tym to tell everyone that iv change it. besides, its such an effort to even start. bulsit.
i was actually planning to write something artistic but i ended up feeling pist when opened my mail and my YM... (more)</description>
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      <title>VIa Buda</title>
      <link>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/archive/91.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sun, 22 Oct 2006 03:53:43 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
             Via Buda
         It might have been the  cold air inside the Bachelor and the anticipation that comes with those long  trips back home that made Emm recall a similar ride of last year. For she had  felt the same mixture of excitement and fear that first time she sat on an  overloaded truck together with the other KASAMA on their way down from the  mountains of Buda.     Emm had just joined the  KASAMA activist movement at the early days of that year and so the few track  trainings and brainstorming at the mountains were not enough for her to  entirely grasp the actions that... (more)</description>
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      <title>SHIT: I'm STUPID</title>
      <link>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/archive/90.html</link>
      <pubDate>Sat, 07 Oct 2006 11:39:41 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>I'm stupid. today i relived something i felt before. but this time, i turned it into something bigger...  almost a year ago, i had looked back at the same teasing eyes and it occured to me again. i felt the same feeling. the difference is... this time, i couldnt stop it. i couldnt hide it under the deepest feelings in my soul. and i feel stupid for feeling such thing. for feeling anything at all. because its just stupid to feel something like this. i feel stupid to be taken over. to feel as if i have no hold of things.now i realized that i had been trying to feel something for another person... (more)</description>
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      <title>CURSES</title>
      <link>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/archive/89.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 20 Jul 2006 07:47:57 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>FUCK YOU! thats a curse. and like all other curses, when said to you, breaks you as if the words were a knife pressed under you skin. anyone cursed would snap.
but there are other curses that arent intended to be said directly to your face. curses that are intended to the world. curses that asks the world to strilke you with a knife instead iof words. barang.
they say that people from siquijor are masters of this kind of curses. when cursed by someone from that place, there is a hundred percent chance that a persons life would become tragic. 
re masters of it. 
we curse everytime. after... (more)</description>
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      <title>Dear Manung</title>
      <link>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/archive/88.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jul 2006 07:09:47 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>The Letter for Manung..   
 Dear Manung. Kumusta naka? Gimingaw na kaayu mi nimu... 6 year nata wala nag kita....       
Twini started the letter and saved some space for me to write on. But she ended up telling manung: DILI MUSULAT SI BAMBAM KAI MAKA HILAK RA DAW SIYA. hehe SIAWa NOH?       I didnt realize i would become so flaky when it comes to these things. giving letters to brothers or sisters living distance away. especially for those that i havent seen for 6 years.       But i really dont know what to say to manung. I knew him as the brother that pairs tease with fun most of the... (more)</description>
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      <title>Sophorific</title>
      <link>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/archive/87.html</link>
      <pubDate>Fri, 14 Jul 2006 06:19:32 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>
 I watched WIT last
week and i encouterd the term Sophorific. it means something that can
doze us up... after the film, my twin asked me the most appropriate
question. She asked me what was sophorific for me. and i had a
lot...but here are the few i can remember.
  1. boring converstations at 4pm.
it is when im with those people that i cant jive with. the whole time
they were laughing and bitching around, i could exchange for a
nightmare. i doze off everytime i am in those situations. and its worst
than a nightmare, i tell you, because during the next day, i become so
irritable as... (more)</description>
      <comments>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/comments?id=87</comments>
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      <title>kiamoy</title>
      <link>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/archive/86.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 29 Jun 2006 10:07:54 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>this saccharine 
seed
impedes 
the sugar
moistening 
my tongue
so i pout
as the oxymoronic taste
bleeds in my teeth,
smears ruby in my lips,
leaves a carroty at this finger 
i point on you
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      <title>HELO</title>
      <link>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/archive/85.html</link>
      <pubDate>Thu, 08 Jun 2006 14:38:08 GMT</pubDate>
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      <title>MISS OGILVIANS</title>
      <link>http://moonjunkie.blogdrive.com/archive/83.html</link>
      <pubDate>Mon, 29 May 2006 02:01:40 GMT</pubDate>
      <description>i really miss my Cagayan de Oro friends. Especialy my Ogilvian buddies with Jenny around and the whole gang in their own modes. I was so frustrated that i couldnt join their night out and drink hell knows how many liters. 
i miss how Cdo people can be so accomodating and not be annoying at all. they just have this normal instinct to treat people, especially women, well. 
like all my high school friends do treat me fairly, if not, luxuriously well. and thats why i miss being with them.
i keep on jarring Alain in YM about how jealous i was that i couldnt be with them.  i miss being with them... (more)</description>
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