<?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-3637715608398270852</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:17:09.089+09:00</updated><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='About'/><category term='Writing'/><category term='Joseph Vizcarra'/><category term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Joseph's  Republic</title><subtitle type='html'>A dose of some good old-fashioned musings of a non-practicing bachelor boy about the meaning of wife... and a host of life's other nosey questions.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.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-3637715608398270852.post-7927206162716443124</id><published>2009-07-16T19:57:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:01:22.649+09:00</updated><title type='text'>If history truly repeats itself, then where is the new Ninoy?</title><summary type='text'>→ Leave a Comment→ Follow This Blog→ Join My Blog Network On Facebook`</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/7927206162716443124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=7927206162716443124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/7927206162716443124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/7927206162716443124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-history-truly-repeats-itself-then.html' title='If history truly repeats itself, then where is the new Ninoy?'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-3541348867389385766</id><published>2009-02-13T18:39:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T18:40:45.406+09:00</updated><title type='text'>REVENGE OF THE MAMA'S BOYS!!</title><summary type='text'>I was sure he was clueless at the time but my high school best friend Moses (not his real name!) taught me a great lesson in coolness when he kissed his mom in public one fateful afternoon. He was so casual about it and couldn’t care less who was looking that I actually felt embarrassed to be even there.Minutes later, after we board the vehicle en route back to school, I asked him what has just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/3541348867389385766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=3541348867389385766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/3541348867389385766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/3541348867389385766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2009/02/revenge-of-mamas-boys.html' title='REVENGE OF THE MAMA&apos;S BOYS!!'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-6132099164045280359</id><published>2009-01-16T11:02:00.002+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T11:06:59.859+09:00</updated><title type='text'>THERE'S NO COFFEE LIKE ECCLESIASTES</title><summary type='text'>'I'm a coffee lover and Ecclesiastes is my favorite blend.Freshly brewed from on high Ecclesiastes perks me up when I'm feeling low and wakes me up when I'm backsliding.Personally, I love Ecclessiastes' bitter taste, its downright cynicism, its in your face pessimism. It is guaranteed to make your mood gloomy or at least introspective with its harsh overdose of brutal honesty served hot straight </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/6132099164045280359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=6132099164045280359&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/6132099164045280359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/6132099164045280359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2009/01/theres-no-coffee-like-ecclesiastes.html' title='THERE&apos;S NO COFFEE LIKE ECCLESIASTES'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-5852630108685138418</id><published>2008-12-24T13:00:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:01:58.839+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>A TIME TO THANK GOD</title><summary type='text'>It's that time of the year again when we at the Church of God offers our sacrifice of thanksgiving to our Father in heaven. For three glorious days on December 27, 28 and 29, we shall again be awed witnesses to his righteousness and words of wisdom.Personally I thank the Father for taking good care of my family, especially of my wife who went through two surgical operations this year.. I thank </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/5852630108685138418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=5852630108685138418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/5852630108685138418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/5852630108685138418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2008/12/time-to-thank-god.html' title='A TIME TO THANK GOD'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsAaA30hM90/STdAapZP3ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nYH50ngW64k/S220/Sketchy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-780613081177546362</id><published>2008-12-24T11:23:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T14:20:05.104+09:00</updated><title type='text'>DO THEY KNOW WHAT'S CHRISTMASTIME, AT ALL?</title><summary type='text'>Prior to being in the Church about four years ago, I was a Catholic and looked forward to Christmastime just as much as many Filipino Catholics are. I know the excitement the christmas season brings... the cultural message quite literally runs in your veins and your senses gets intoxicated in the hype of it all... and people casually calls it "the spirit of Christmas" as spooky as that may sound </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/780613081177546362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=780613081177546362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/780613081177546362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/780613081177546362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-they-know-what-christmastime-is-at.html' title='DO THEY KNOW WHAT&apos;S CHRISTMASTIME, AT ALL?'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsAaA30hM90/STdAapZP3ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nYH50ngW64k/S220/Sketchy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-8480275002019148939</id><published>2008-07-08T16:32:00.014+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:39:34.794+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph Vizcarra'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About'/><title type='text'>BEING JOSEPH VIZCARRA</title><summary type='text'>An ordinary guy who loves to move around a lot Joseph Vizcarra, (that's me), is at home practically anywhere (well except for a few hell holes I happen to find myself once in a while in quest of coffee money).Currently based in Manila as a knowledge worker, Joseph successfully crashed his way through the fields of news media, marketing communication and institutional advocacy. These days he work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/8480275002019148939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=8480275002019148939&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/8480275002019148939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/8480275002019148939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2008/07/about-me.html' title='BEING JOSEPH VIZCARRA'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsAaA30hM90/STdAapZP3ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nYH50ngW64k/S220/Sketchy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-5312807381355350073</id><published>2008-06-19T09:35:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:52:07.276+09:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEWFOUND SPANISH SELF-STUDY REGIME</title><summary type='text'>My experience in self-studying English (back in first year high school) serves as a mental yardstick today in studying Spanish. I was then able to break the barrier from functional illiteracy to active comprehension by a mere three months or so of intensive immersion. (Of course my exposure to Sesame Street English was a plus factor). What worked especially well for me was my translating English </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/5312807381355350073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=5312807381355350073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/5312807381355350073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/5312807381355350073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-newfound-spanish-self-study-regime.html' title='MY NEWFOUND SPANISH SELF-STUDY REGIME'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-1128856507182293611</id><published>2008-06-17T07:26:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T13:28:32.071+09:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW TO CURE WRITING FATIGUE, ANYONE?</title><summary type='text'>For the last several months I was busy battling my writing fatigue, which has grown to fester me like the plague. In my unrelenting resolve to kill the inner beast I’ve fortuitously discovered a“cure” that, well, seems to work for me. I’ve realized that my “writing fatigue” was really “language fatigue” in thin disguise, I was literally sick with the English language! I was so sick of it I couldn</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/1128856507182293611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=1128856507182293611&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/1128856507182293611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/1128856507182293611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2008/06/how-to-cure-writing-fatigue-anyone.html' title='HOW TO CURE WRITING FATIGUE, ANYONE?'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-4467436957240488194</id><published>2007-07-28T11:29:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T15:17:46.480+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Writing'/><title type='text'>I Write, Therefore I am</title><summary type='text'>A curious thing about life, from a fiction point of view, is that the main actor is also the number one audience. Incidentally, this is how blogging works, on the surface at least, as I see it.I, the blogger,  write stuffs and then read them once, twice, over and over again, that's my choice and my curse.  Then people come in to my blog, just as they do in my life.  Some stay for a while or for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/4467436957240488194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=4467436957240488194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/4467436957240488194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/4467436957240488194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-write-therefore-i-am.html' title='I Write, Therefore I am'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-965284079312421905</id><published>2007-07-28T08:06:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T13:43:41.429+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph Vizcarra'/><title type='text'>ONCE WHEN MY CHILD NEARLY DIED</title><summary type='text'>It's been more than three years this month since I cried out loud to God to beg for the life of my second child. She was five years old then.The night before was uneventful except, that is, for the unusually loud and sudden cry my child blurted out while fast asleep. When I and my wife came by the bedroom to check, my child was perfectly normal. Having bad dreams perhaps and nothing more... but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/965284079312421905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=965284079312421905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/965284079312421905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/965284079312421905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2007/06/once-when-my-child-nearly-died.html' title='ONCE WHEN MY CHILD NEARLY DIED'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_GsAaA30hM90/RoJ1wmP7s-I/AAAAAAAAABg/6n5TybxWCvs/s72-c/once1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-7839448328738497295</id><published>2007-07-27T13:10:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T13:29:50.173+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>Reality Blogging</title><summary type='text'>This site has been online since June 2, 1999 but only today will I actually start posting anything.I have not yet really decided though what to make of these pages in terms of content and everything but I guess blogging about blogging should be part of it. That's what I call "reality blogging".Life, unlike fiction, anyway, happens in real-time.  Therefore, reality blogging, whatever it means, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/7839448328738497295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=7839448328738497295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/7839448328738497295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/7839448328738497295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2007/07/reality-blogging.html' title='Reality Blogging'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-6044680753299766132</id><published>2005-12-23T18:22:00.004+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T17:15:08.648+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About'/><title type='text'>MISSION:  TIME &amp; CHANCE</title><summary type='text'>In the Bible, TIME &amp; CHANCE  was described in the same vein as a happening or event that carries with it the gravity of fate. Its almost equated as all the fortunes and misfortunes apportioned to each and every man and woman who ever walks the earth.In Ecclesiastes 9:11 we read... I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/6044680753299766132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=6044680753299766132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/6044680753299766132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/6044680753299766132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2005/12/about-this-blog.html' title='MISSION:  TIME &amp;amp; CHANCE'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GsAaA30hM90/STdAapZP3ZI/AAAAAAAAAL0/nYH50ngW64k/S220/Sketchy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWwsEvc44MI/AAAAAAAAAAY/7XS9g7lTNFM/s72-c/Time%26Chance.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-2851895481845739772</id><published>2005-05-25T20:56:00.000+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:32:50.448+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph Vizcarra'/><title type='text'>JUST SO YOU KNOW</title><summary type='text'>The past twenty-five years of my life suddenly hit me one day as nothing more than a premonition. I was then stupidly singing my heart out in the bathroom to the tune of "...twenty-five years of life and still, trying to get over that great big hill of hope, for a destination..." ouch! My eyes got soaked in soap! Sometimes, lucid moments does get out of hand.For the longest time, I have been on a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/2851895481845739772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=2851895481845739772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/2851895481845739772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/2851895481845739772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-so-you-know.html' title='JUST SO YOU KNOW'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3637715608398270852.post-1860380713553674311</id><published>2005-05-21T21:00:00.001+09:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:45:46.786+09:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph Vizcarra'/><title type='text'>WHAT CAN I SAY</title><summary type='text'>I started out in my writing "career" with no other ambition than to please myself as a reader. And I had nearly moronic standards as a reader then. I used to tag myself as a "writer of substance" because I was so poor in grammar that the only way I could mask them was by spewing insight into every paragraph. Needless to say, it worked until a well-meaninged writer friend inspired me to eat my own</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/feeds/1860380713553674311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3637715608398270852&amp;postID=1860380713553674311&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/1860380713553674311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3637715608398270852/posts/default/1860380713553674311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://josephvizcarra.blogspot.com/2005/05/what-can-i-say.html' title='WHAT CAN I SAY'/><author><name>Joseph Vizcarra</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__WSkwURTuYs/SWxiQG76i7I/AAAAAAAAAAk/R8PChvazhL8/S220/StandardBW.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
