<?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-3352332450679521801</id><updated>2012-02-15T06:35:32.221+08:00</updated><category term='artistang artlets'/><category term='journals'/><category term='school'/><category term='philosophy'/><category term='logic'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='art appreciation'/><title type='text'>Santa Santita's Closet</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-4001865516377988119</id><published>2008-08-31T23:10:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:00:47.619+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGAPORE GALORE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CfGNrFvEQvY/SLq_eGeIyuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dtP0Ho2WtX8/s1600-h/DSC_0684.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CfGNrFvEQvY/SLq_eGeIyuI/AAAAAAAAAAw/dtP0Ho2WtX8/s320/DSC_0684.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240711640252992226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The following stories are from the emails i sent to my sisters back home in the Philippines. I'm currently here in Singapore for the much awaited vacation with my mother to see my brother, his wife and their daughter Hershey. After all we've been through....of Papa finally going up in Heaven... i think we really needed this vacation. But of course it was just my mother and i. Besides that we don't have that big amount of money for the tickets, my two sisters have work in the Philippines. I just resigned from my work right after Papa went to His place. Too bad, Papa wasn't able to hold his first apo. Haaaaay. Oh well, like he said, "Life Must Go On"... indeed we are trying to get on with our lives without Papa beside us. However, I shall not dwell too much on what i feel about Papa being gone, for words are too limited to express it right now. I would like to write about it someday, but that would not be for now. As of the moment, i'd like to share to whoever would read this, the joy of being here in Singapore. I apologize for not trying to edit my emails for a much better version. In short, tinatamad kasi ako eh. hehehehehe. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SENT ON AUGUST 17, 2008, SUNDAY:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hehehe... nakalimutan kong banggitin sa inyo kung saan ako nag internet... doon sa ubod ng ganda nilang airport na talaga namang wala nang tatalo pa sa kagandahan at linis... mahaba pa sana yung kwento ko non eh kaso bigla nakong tinawag ni mama dahil nga kikitain na namin sina kuya sa labas ng airport...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo maganda ang singapore.. maraming buidling... lahat ng mga bahay eh nasa building wala kang makikitang mga individual houses dito... at ang mga koche nila ay nasa right side ang driver. at grabe ang organized nila sa pagsakay ng bus ha... may designated lang talaga na bus stop na doon ka lang talaga magpapara at doon lang sila magbababa... tapos may certain number ang isang bus depende kung saan ang destinasyon mo... maraming intsik at bumbay dito... medyo mababaho yung iba... may masangsang at may amoy putok... marami ding mga Malay people dito na mukha lang pinoy. kaya nga sabi ni kuya pwede na raw akong pumasa bilang isang Malay...walang trapik dito at kahit pa walang dumadaang mga koche eh basta't sinabi ng stoplyt na RED, dapat titigil ka kahit pwede ka namang magbeating the redlight factor..haha... ang ganda ng mga parke nila dito... amazing talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko pa natatry ang singaporean food nila... kasi yung padalang longganisa nila mami ang kinain namin kaninang lunch... masarap namang magluto ang katulong nilang si shiela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nice naman ang house nila.. very compact ang datong.. 3 bedrooms and 2 CR... malinis infairla ha... ganda ng flooring.. at uso pala dito ang naghuhubad ng tsinelas bago pumasok sa haus. ganun din sina kuya eh...cute ng kitchen nila, yung mga cabinet and all that jazz... kaso unlike sa bahay, para bang kulang kulang sa mga stuff kasi marahil ay mahal nga kasi ang mga bilihin dito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si Hahpi, malaki ang tiyan.. naging mala chubby siya.. pero parang mas lalo siyang pumuti..kaso hindi pa rin siya masyadong maganda eh.. bwahahahahhah!!! pero ok naman.. medyo nice naman ang trato niya sa amin... "Ma" nga ang tawag niya kay mama eh... naaaaaaaaaaaakkkksssss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si kuya as usual mukhang tatay na.. at talaga namang marunong na siyang mag alaga ng beybi ah.... napaka-OA niya kaya kay hershey, dapat daw mag alcohol at magtoothbrush kami bago namin siya hawakan.. kalechehan.... pero forever lang naman namin nilalaro si hershey dito na ubod ng cute! napakaliit nia lang pala kumpara sa mga pictures niya... ang lalaki tuloy nung mga Barney, Piglet at Doraemon Costumes na dala namin....hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aba naman kung lamutakin ng katulong itong si hershey eh parang anak nia ha...pero wla naman akong galit sa kanya or anything kasi mukha naman siyang mahusay mag alaga ng beybi... tutal eh lima daw ang anak nia sa Pinas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie ni hershey talaga ang titugas ng mga buto nia.. gusto niya laging tumatayo siya... tapos kapag nanggigigil siya nag-iistrong pati ang labi niya habang naka-pout siya..hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon nman medyo nabadtrip ako kasi superduper pagod na nga kami ni mama tapos pumunta pa kami dun sa hause ng brother ni hapi..so akala ko naman mga chorva lang ng onte and then iaabot yung kaunting pinadala namin kay kuya na longganisa, etc... aba pag dating namin doon, may prayer meeting pala sa haus nila.. naabutan naming nagsisikantahan yung mga christian frends nila..so akala ko naman sandali lang yon... but oh no! mga dalawang oras ata kaming nandoon eh mga 10pm na ata yun shempre pigil na pigil kami ni mama sa antok namin pero wala naman kaming magwa dahil ang rude naman kung sabihin namin kay kuya na trip na namin talagang gumora... so nakinig kuno na lang kami dun sa pastor, then kumanta sila, then nagdinner kami doon then finally nag bus na pauwi..etong si mama wala nang toothbrush toothbrush at hilamos,, dumerecho nang natulog..grabe naman kasi pumunta pa kami doon sana next time na lang, yung walang prayer meeting para hindi kami ginabi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya maya naman magsswimming daw kami wid hapi's brother and his family... goodness hindi naman ako nakapagdala ng swimsuit!!!! nandito ako ngaun sa room nila kuya at nagbebeybi tok si Hershey dito... hihihihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh siya.... til next time olrayt!! love you all... si Linus kamusta? baka inaapi nio na.. kamusta naman kau jan? God bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCHELLA G. CALICA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SENT ON AUGUST 21, 2008, THURSDAY:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HOY TABA ATE... SIGURADUHIN NIO LANG NA DI NIO INAAPI SI LINUS JAN AH.. very good at tinatanggalan mo pa rin sia ng pulgitos...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyways, grabe dito guys, kakaiba talaga ang lugar dito..bukod sa right hand drivers lahat pati kalsada ay baliktad din pati mga escalators... i mean ung nakasanayan naten na nasa left side yung pababang escalator ay nasa right side sia dito, and vice versa...weird............&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tapos napakababaho nga naman talaga ng mga tao dito pambihira...kaya pag aalis kami eh todo paligo ako ng spray ng pabango ko eh para at least maibsan man lang ang kabahuan sa paligid ko... nung minsang nasa tren kami, humihinga ako sa pamamagitan ng aking bibig dahil amoy ulam, amoy maasim, amoy matapang na shawarma, amoy kili kili, amoy bunganga ng bagong gising, etcetera.... whew!!!!! minsan nga eh may nakasabay akong indian girl na maganda naman as usual kaso ke baho jusmeh!!! sa sobrang ka-oilihan ng buhok nia ay kung anuanong particles ang nakasabit sa long thick hair nia... tapos balot na balot pa mandin siya... haaay grabeh...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nung sunday, august 17, nagpunta kami sa may coast east side kyeme-whatsitcalled-i-forgot... basta lugar kung saan may mga bahay bahay na pwedeng irent ng mga pamilya o frends tapos pwedeng mag ihaw ihaw, maglakad lakad....maganda yung place...malawak at may mga park, may mga stores, kainan at may swiming pool...at dahil nga wala kaming swimwear ni mother, di kami nakaligo..sayang...ang strict naman kasi noh...kung bibili naman kami ng bathing suit, eh ke mahal namn... chaka naisip ko, naku naman halo halo ang naliligo doon sa pool..kaloka naman at baka may mga intsik behong umiihi don...o mga indianong nagwiwiwi....can u imajin that????!!!!! Goodness!!! hahahaha.... bitter lang ako dahil hindi ako nakapagswiming eh very inviting pa man din ang pool... kaya nga pala kami nagpunta doon dahil may mini-gathering yung brother ni hapi dahil bertdi nung asawa nung kuya nia na mukhang maldita....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Moving on...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pumunta kami sa SENTOSA nung august 18, monday, weding aniv nila kuya.... wow grabe heaven dun ah.. dun mo makikita yung malaking MerLion...yung kamukha ni lion king, ginawa mo lang bading dahil nga half mermaid ang dating nia....tapos may skyride din doon, sinakyan namen nila kuya at mama yon... si mama halos hindi magkandaugaga sa nerbiyos dahil napakataas nia... at take note hindi yon closed na sasakyan sa ere ha...yun yung nakatiwangwang lang yung mga paa namin na pag naglikot ka eh baka mahulog ang tsinelas mo..dont worry guys, well documented ang lahat, makikita nio ang pictures and videos namin ng aming mga adventures dito... pagtapos nung skyride, sumakay kami sa mala-go-cart ang dating pero different version,napakasaya!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;tapos pumunta rin kami that day sa man-made beach na amazingly, breathtakingly&lt;br /&gt;beeee-yooooo-ti-fooooooool....... tinawag pa nga yung lugar na yun na SOUTHERNMOST PART OF ASIA dahil dulo na nga iyon ng Asya...Kung may dala lang sana akong swimsuit eh nagtampisaw ako doon...pero malay nio e bumalik kami ni mama don para magswiming galore.....eksayted me!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;alam nio nga pala, yung mrt nila dito ay walang binatbat jan sa atin dahil airconditioned at ubod ng linis... at gaya nga ng sinasabi ni kuya, napakaefficient ng means of transportation dito dahil may iisa silang card na niloloadan mo lang... yung card na yon, pwede mo ring gamitin sa bus dahil hi-tech ang bus nila, de-swipe ang bayad mo bago ka pumasok...tapos may mga double-decker silang bus dito..saya! katakot nga yung feeling pag nakaupo ka sa itaas...going bak to the mrt, ambilis infairnes at malawak...hindi mo mararanasan yung mega siksikan at patayan sa mrt naten jan...chaka sorta underground yung buong tren nila ha....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;kaya siguro kaunti lang ang matataba dito dahil puro lakad nga ang mga tao...pantay pantay lang dahil nga no choice ka kundi lumakad ng lumakad sa tamang sakayan at tawiran.... bawal mag jaywalk...at kahit pa walang dumadaang koche, basta redlight, stop lahat!! Grabe nga atmedyo malayo layo ang nilalakad namin lagi from apartment nila kuya papuntang sakayan ng bus... kaya naman nung nagrocery kami kahapon, lalo pang lumaki ang braso ko dahil sa mga bitbit namin... kung magtaxi ka naman ay ubod ng mahal noh... lahat dito mahal!!! at hindi namin mapigilan ni mama na icompute lahat ng makita naming dolyar sa peso...ang palitan kasi dito ay&lt;br /&gt;1PESO = 30SINGAPORE DOLLARS... So tanging yung mga mura lang ang kinukuha namin.... kaya nga binubusog na lang namin ang mga mata namen sa mahal ng mga gamit doon...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yung tuesday nga, august 19, pumunta kami sa LUCKY PLAZA, isang mall na mukhang FARMER'S CUBAO.... doon sa upper portion, may isang hilera ng mga pinoy stores at pinoy products at puro pinoy din ang tindera....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ok naman si hershey dito...super cute at super smart... mahilig siyang ngumiti at tumawa... chaka marunong na siyang&lt;br /&gt;mag close open ng malilinggit niang mga kamay... pinagaaralan nia pang mag-1-2-3 sa fingers nia eh...tinuturuan namin sia lagi at mukhang mejo malapit nia nang magets.... cute! napakacurious nia kasi eh akalain mo yun... limang buwan pa lang eh ke talino na....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;chaka manang mana sakin si Hershey ah!! pasmado lagi ang kamay at paa!!! clammy lagi!!! ahahahaa..... ang cute cute nga eh... tapos kapag aamuyin mo, may slight amoy maasim at amoy baby na pinaghalo...in fairness kamukha nia talaga si kuya ha... lalo yung ichura ni kuya noon sa baby pics nia na nakatanga at nakatitig, ganun din si hershey... lalo ang lips!! tapos kapag nagmamaldita naman siya, parang may hawig kay hazel.... naku pow!! hazel in the making ata ito....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Si kuya naman, tatay na tatay na...marunong nang magbutinting ng mga apliances, humawak ng plies at kung anik anik... chaka very strict pag dating ke hershey..wag masyadong lamutakin si hershey,  wag ilapag sa kung saan, magtoothbrush muna maghilamos bago siya hawakan mga ganong eksena.... tse! basta lagi lang namin nilalaro si hershey...hehehe..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Si mama naman, ok naman siya, umiiyak iyak galore pa rin twing morning minsan...kaya nga kinukuha nia si hershey twing morning tapos dun  nia patutulugin sa room namin... si hershey nga ang alarm clock ko lagi eh..sinisipa sipa nia yung likod ko...hihihihi...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Si hahpi naman....eerrmmm...ayos naman... nice nman siya...although shempre ilang na ilang pa rin ako sa kanya... hindi ko naman sia kinikibo pag hindi kailangan eh...mga isang tanong, isang sagot lang...silang dalawa ni mama yung nagchichika lage....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;etong si mama nga pala, kung naalala nio yung movie na "kasal, kasali,kasalo", pra siyang pinaghalong Gina Pareno at Gloria Diaz.... shempre sinasabi nia lahat ng mga nalalaman nia kay hapi at sa katulong kung papaano ba ang mga bagay bagay...at naiinis sia sa katulong at kay hapi minsan kasi hindi marunong sa kusina...at hindi masyadong mahusay maglinis..kanina nga lang ay kinukuskos nia yung mga lutuan at kung anu pang makita niang marumi.... ahahahhaa..si mama talaga oh...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh well... ang schedule naman namin ngayon ni mama, ay balak naming mag-explore galore na kami lang dalawa...kaso sana hindi umulan...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oh siya, hanggang sa muli!!!! kamusta naman kau jan sa Pilipinas?? si mami ba musta? hinaharass ang mga katulong naten?? e sina Dugal na paboritong paborito ni hazel?? hahahahahha....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;love you all.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;FRENDS, FAMILY, ITEXT NIO LANG AKO SA GLOBE KO DAHIL NARERECEIVE KO LAHAT ANG MGA IYAN OKEY???? LAGING ON ANG GLOBE KO... NAKAROAMING AKO...AT GANUN PA RIN NAMAN ANG BAWAS SA LOAD NIO PAG TINEXT NIO AKO... NORMAL LANG...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WITH LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marchella G. Calica..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SENT ON AUGUST 22, 2008, FRIDAY:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ang cute cute naman ni linus. super namimis ko sha kahit may hershey kami dito. kaya nga pumasok ako sa isang petstore kahapon para tumingin tingin ng kama nia... nag aalala tuloy ako na baka hindi na nia ako makilala pag balik ko jan.. baka forever nia lang ang kahulan.... woof woof woof..... sniiiifff...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;anyways, nag SINGAPORE EXPLORE GALORE kami ni mama kahapon, august 21, na kaming dalawa lang... bahala na kung saan kami mapadpad... so nag-mrt kami at bumaba sa CHINATOWN station. aba naman! mukha nang Tsina! may mga nakasabit pang bilog bilog&lt;br /&gt;na red sa itaas at sangkatukak na tiangge sa paligid..ngunit ke mamahal naman hano.... kung anu naman ang ating nakikita sa divi ay sia ring naroon!!!yung mga dress na trip ko eh 10dollars each, so kung ikukumbert mo, 300 peysos???!! goodness!!!wag na uy! kaya naman kami talaga nagpunta sa chinatown eh para humanap ng mga authentic chinese food na pwede naming lafangin.... eh gaya nga ng sabi ko, mahal!!! siguro ang pinakamura na lang na nakita ko eh 1dollar na rice.... so magkakanin na lang kami ganon??! walang ulam?! hindi umuubra sa amin ang mga 5dollars na mukhang masarap though di namin knows kung ano yun like "pig's organ soup"... what the heck is that???!! Tite ng baboy???!!! wahahahhaha....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so forever kaming naglalakad lakad ni mama doon na wala namang nashashopping... hanggang sa matunton namin ang isang chinese bakery na 90cents lang per pastries galore...so dahil mukhang masarap naman sa mata ang presyo at mukhang masarap din ang ichura, bumili kami ng anim na pirasong mangangatngat namin habang kamiy naglalakad... at dahil nga ubod kami ng kunat ni mama, sukat ba namang sa 7-Eleven ang bagsak namin upang bumili ng maiinom!! dalwang pirasong botelya ng maliit na mineral water na for 1dollar and 30 cents ata yon... aba talagang kinuha namin ang pinakamurang makita namin don...jusmeh nakakaawa naman kami at di man lang kami nakalamon doon dahil sa pagtitipid namin...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pero para naman may kahit maliit kaming souvenir na madala man lang ay bumili kami ng magnetic magnets na may mga nakaukit na singapore pictures... for 1dollar and 20 cents each...tatlo ang binili namin....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;edi gora na kami sa MRT ulit... we decided na bumaba naman sa isa pang estasyon na nagngangalang, FARRER PARK....eh wala naman palang makikita maxadong makikita doon...pumunta kami sa isang market kung saan puro indian ang nandoon...may mga naggagandahang mga damit pang indian na very colorful at kumikinang sa mga chuvas na nakaembroidered dito...tapos may foodcourt sila na bukod sa mukhang mabaho at marumi eh marami ring mga kumakaing mababaho't marurumi...hehehehe.... i'm such a discrimiminating bitch!!! pero gusto ko nga sanang bumili ng mga dress pang indian doon pagkamalan kaya nila akong  kabilang sa kanila? maglagay lang siguro ako ng makapal na eyeliner noh??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;grabeh naman talaga ang nilakad namin ni mama... as in walang humpay talaga... eh dahil mahilig naman ako maglakad ay walang naging problema doon, si mama lang ang paminsang nagrereklamo na masakit na ang kanyang paa...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so since wala naman palang masyadong magagawa sa Farrer Park, ay nag-mrt kaming muli.... papunta na sa aming inuuwian, sa HOUGANG STATION.... buti na lang at sa station na un ay may Mall so nagliwaliw na muna kami ni mama doon... at finally, kumain sa parang foodcourt ng Minced Meat Noodles sa halagang 3dollars.... hmmm... mahal punieta...pero no choice dahil trip na rin naming umupo at magpahinga....ayos naman ang lasa...maanghang...medyo onte nga lang...tsk...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;From there ay nilakad na namin papunta kina kuya...at dahil sa pagod ni mama, nagstop over pa siya sa may park na malapit na malapit na sa apartment nila at naupo for awhile...tsk..pag tumatanda nga naman oh...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;shempre pagdating namin sa bahay ay nag aabang na si hershey para maalis lahat ng pagod namin...hihihihi... talagang kilalang kilala na nia kaming dalawa ni mama...si hershey ay isang masayahing baby talaga...maaaliw ka kasi panay lang ang tawa at ngiti nia....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;kanina nga lang ay bitbit ko sia sa sala habang nanonood kami at napansin kong nakatulog na pala sia sa arms ko...soooooo cute.... di bale nang mangawit eh super cute at ang sarap ng feeling ng may maliit na taong natutulog sa may dibdib mo... cute!! hellooOOOOooooOOOooww hershey!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yun lang naman as of now... balitaan nio me!!! miss you all so much.... mwah! mwah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marchella G. Calica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SENT ON AUGUST 30, 2008, SATURDAY:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HELOW-HA PIPOL!!!!!! LOng time no email ah!!!!!! i miss you all....don't worry hazel, joke lang yung doraemon komiks...matagal ko na siang nabili at nabasa ko na rin sia...inaasar lang kita...at medyo marami rami na rin kaming nabiling doraemon stuff sayo noh... para kaming ulol ni mama na bawat store ay tumitingin ng doraemon!!!! naging habit na sia kahit ayaw na namin ikaw bilhan at nagpipigil na kami!!!!!! tsk!!! thanx to you!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;marami na kaming mga napuntahan dito ni mama na kaming dalawa lang... at dalawang beses doon ay naligaw kami...hahahha!!!! nung minsan kasing pupunta kami sa catholic church na nakita ko thru the net, eh mukhang napakalapit lang nia dito.... walking distance lang kung gusto mo ng exercise.... basta ang palatandaan ko, nasa tabi ng PUNGGOL PARK.... nung sinabi namin kay kuya yon, sabi nia, sumakay na lang kami ng mrt at bumaba sa Punggol station... although labag sa kalooban ko dahil mukhang mali si kuya ay sinunod pa rin namin sia.... well well, true enough, NALIGAW KAMI..... mali pala na sa punggol station kami bumaba dahil napakalayo na ng Church of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary doon!!! tsk... nung nagtanong kami sa chinese guy doon sa station, tama pala na malapit lang sia sa HOUGANG, doon sa may amin..... so naghanap kami ng bus patungo doon at naligaw muli.... naglakad ng malayo...at nung mukhang dumidilim na ay naghintay na lang ng bus na pauwi na lang sa amin..so nasa waiting shed kami nang bigla namang umulan ng napakalakas!!! medyo nastranded pa kami for awhile at finally nakasakay na papuntang hougang..... nagmall na lang kami ni mama doon sa may amin at umuwi na ng hindi man lang naachieve ang goal namin for that day...natatawa na lang kami sa aming mga sarili ni mama... hirap talaga pag turista ka sa dayuhang bayan...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ang pangalawang beses naman ay yung pupunta kami sa may TAMPINES, kung saan according to Hahpi ay maraming malls doon. out of boredom ay sumugod kami ni mama doon...pero bago pa man makarating dun eh nagbus kami na sabi ni Hahpi, number 72 ang sasakyan namin dapat... edi fine.... pero mali pala ang binabaan namin...sa YIO CHIU KANG STATION pala kami nakababa, na according pa nga ke mama eh "BAKEKANG STATION" daw, dahil hindi mapronounce...eh kasi naman nagpanic kami dahil lahat ng tao biglang nagbabaan so akala namin yun na ang last station... tsk! we were wrong... nagtanong kaming muli at sinabing sumakay kami ulit ng bus doon na number 72 ulit, sinuggest niya na magtrain na lang kami dahil "The bus is very slow", according to him.. ang sabi naman namin "oh no, it's ok, we wan't to see the view. if we ride a train, we can't see the view"... oh ha! may ganun! pero actually baka kasi maslalo kaming maligaw kung magtrain kami... so nung nagbus kami, akala namin mali nanaman dahil pabalik na kami sa amin ulit!!! ayun pala umikot ikot lang ulit tapos saka na kami nakarating finally sa Tampines...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ordinary mall lang naman although maganda rin shempre. kumain kami sa foodcourt and all tapos naglibot galore. hanggang sa nakakita naman si mama ng bedsheet na sale...alam mo nman na kung gaanong kaaddict si hazel sa doraemon eh ganun din si mama kaadik sa bedsheet... what a weird woman mother is.... tsk!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nung august 27 naman ay pumunta kami nila kuya at mama sa may WATERFRONT, kung saan naroon ang MerLion na bumubuga ng tubig sa tabi ng dagat.... nagmamantika na kami sa init dahil sa napakmaaraw, tapos ang dami pang lakad pero enjoy na enjoy naman ako samantalang si Mama eh ang daming reklamo at ang bilis mapagod... panay asar tuloy ni kuya, "Si GRANDMA naman!! Bigyan nga ng tungkod yan!" &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hameeeyziiiing......&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos eh pumunta kami sa Suntec City kung saan may isang exhibition ng sangkatutak na gadgets na puro SALE. nag ikot ikot kami kasabay ng mga intsik at bumbay na kasabayan naming mamamakyaw ng mga gadgets. lalo na ang mga chinese, grabe kung bumili, ke rarami!!! Pero ang pakay talaga namin ay ang makabili lang ng laptop ni mama. kumain muna kami para makapagdecide si mama ng mabuti dahil it's between ACER and ASUS laptop.... pagtapos namin kumain ay kasama na rin namin si Hahpi. bumalik kami sa mga laptops... finally nakapagdecide na si mama. ASUS LAPTOP na $888...so 26,640peysos yan sa atin... 10 inches ang screen... color white napakaganda... yehey!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Kahapon nman, august 29, nakipagkita kami kina Tita Leila at Tito Rolly sa may ANG MO KIO  STATION. nagliwaliw sa mall doon, kumain at nagchismisan silang tatlong matatanda. nakakatawa nga kasi may hinala akong may sumusunod sa aking Security nung pagdating namin don dahil panay ang video galore ko sa mall. nung pumasok ako sa isang store eh bago pa ko malapitan nung chinese saleslady at sabihan na bawal magbidyo, mabilis nakong naglakad palabas. so nung nagkaroon nga ko ng chance na maglibot libot mag isa, hetong si Manong Indianong nakacostume ng Security ay halos tatlong beses kong nakikita kung nasaan ako tapos nakaka eye-to-eye contact ko pa.. scary eyes...nako eh baka pag nilapitan niya ko, sabihan akong ipapadeport niya na ako...huhuhu...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;so never na akong nagvideo sa loob ng mall ulit...hehehe...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;paglabas namin ng mall at nagliwaliw naman sa may mga bangketa, lumamon naman kami nung nilalakong icecream nung isang Manang/ "Auntie" doon.. katumbas ito nung dirty icecream natin sa Pilipinas pero better itong nasa Singapore dahil Selecta talaga. $1 each. may choice ka kung trip mo bang ipalaman nila sa colorful na tasty bread o ipalaman ito sa wafer. kapag sa tasty bread, dalawa o tatlo ata yon na scoop ng choice mo na flavor. pag sa wafer, maghihiwa pa siya ng isang bloke na singlaki siguro ng kaha ng sigarilyo, masmalaki lang at masmakapal ng doble. napakasarap naman talaga!!! yyuuummmm....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Habang lumalamon kami ay may Manong/ "Uncle" na nakawheelchair na hightech, putol ang paa tapos nagseset up sa may gitna kung saan kita siya ng lahat ng tao. aba'y akalain mong nagset up siya ng kanyang Piano organ na mukhang hindi cheap tapos may kahon na nakakabit sa harap niya at bigla na lang tumugtog ng "Pearly Shells" habang may kopya siya nung Musical piece na tinitingnan niya once in awhile. Sabi ko tuloy eh napakasosyal naman ng pulubing ito at ang ganda ng wheelchair pati ng instrument niya. So naghulog ako ng mga barya sa kanya para matanaw ko siya up close and personal habang nagpapavideo ako kay Tito Rolly. Ngiti lang si Uncle Pearly nung hinulog ko na ang coins. Balita ko'y may License pa raw ang mga pulubi dito. kamusta naman kung totoo yon? so kung wala kang lisensya, basura ka na lang diyan sa tabi??&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hammmeeeyyzziiing...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Si hershey naman, evryday pacute nang pacute... very happy baby siya talaga at hindi siya iyakin... pag minsang nagigising ako sa morning eh katabi ko na pala siya, tapos tititigan niya lang ako ng napakatagal at ngingiti bigla... hindi naman siya nag iingay habang natutulog ako, although minsan minamasahe niya ko ng mga maliliit na sipa niya sa likod ko... how cute!!! tapos lagi siyang nagbebeybi talk!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;haaaayyyy... wish you were here you people!!! i miss you all!!!! balitaan nio me!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i love you all!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WITH LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marchella G. Calica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;SENT ON AUGUST 31, 2008, SUNDAY:&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kahapon, august 30, paggising ko katabi ko na pala si hershey, nakapacifier at taimtim na nakatitig sa akin. nung kausapin ko at lambingin, ngumiti lang siya. napaka-cute! ilang beses ko na siyang nahihuling ganun. paggising ko, katabi ko siya. at in fairness, tahimik lang siya.hindi umiiyak na iniwan lang siya ni Mama sa tabi ko. Haaaay hershey! napaka cute na baby!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that dumeretso ko sa room nila kuya para mag internet. nakachat ko pa si kuya habang siya nasa office niya. ang daya nga niya kasi dinala niya ang brand new laptop ni mother sa office niya. at hayun tinry niya kung ayos ba ang ebcam ng laptop ni mama. binitbit ko pa si hershey sa tapat ng laptop para makausap ng daddy niya. nakatitig lang siya sa speaker. nagtataka siguro kung bakit nandoon at nagsasalita ang tatay niya. napakacute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so mega oily nako't lahat at mukhang walang balak maligo for that day, trip ko lang magnet. pero sabi ni mama umalis daw kami at puntahan yung Church of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Maryna dati'y naligaw kami. so nilakad lang namin siya hano. aba'y malapit lang pala talaga siya dito sa house ano! kumbaga, exercise nga and all pero at least nakarating kami dun sa pamamagitan ng paglalakad! hindi na kami naligaw dun sa sinabi netong si kuya na nagkanda ligaw ligaw kami.Hahahahha! achieve! yung church na yon, kamukha nung san sebastian church sa Pinas. Chinese priest ang nagmisa. marami ding nag attend ah. at hindi lang Pinoy. Halo-halo. daming chinese, pati indian. Masaya naman kami ni Mama at finally nakapagsimba rin! achieve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naglakad kami shempre pabalik sa amin. nagstop over pa kami sa Hougang Mall para bumili ng PRUNES. alam mo ba iyon? actually hindi ko alam kung anong prutas ba yon so tinanong ko si Mama. Sabi niya ba naman mukhang BETLOGS NG NEGRO daw yon....bwahahahahhahahah!!!! dahil nga kulubot daw!! eeeeewwness diba? so bakit nga ba kailangan ni Mama ng Betlogs ng Negro? Este.... Prunes??! Dahil nga hindi raw kasi siya madalas tumae ever since dumating kami dito. Tsk! Problema ko rin yan actually. Siguro apat na beses pa lang akong nakakajebs dito.kaya nga pinipigilan kong kumain ng marami dahil hindi naman ako matunawan. eh paano kaya ako papayat kung ganoon ang sitwasyon??! tsk! so PRUNES IS THE ANSWER!! Pumunta kaming supermarket at naghanap! Achieve! after nun, trip naming magkape ni mama. nung marinig nung isang Pinay sa harap namin na naghahanap kami ng maiinuman ng uber sarap at pamosong KOPI  nila dito sa Singapore, tinuro niya kung saan. nakapagchika pa tuloy kami slight. Maid daw siya ng isang Chinese family dito. halos dito na raw siya tumanda. tinanong pa ni Mama kung marunong siya magchinese, hindi raw, hirap daw matutunan yun. nagtanungan pa kami kung saan banda kami nakatira. malapit lang pareho sa mall na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakapagtataka at nakatutuwang isipin na kahit saang lupalop ng daigdig basta't nalaman niyong Pinoy kayong pareho, kung magkwentuhan ay parang magkumare at kumpare na kayo. Perstaym niyo lang nman makilala at makita  ang bawat isa pero kung umasta kayong dalawa eh parang magberks. yan siguro ang mamimiss ko kung sakaling tumira ako sa dayuhang bayan. yung FRIENDLINESS at HOSPITABILITY ng kapwa ko Pinoy. yun bang hindi hostile sa kapwa mo dahil Pinoy kayong pareho, as if magakadugo kayo. sa Pinas nga lang eh kung magkaroon kunyari ng banggaan tapos nasa loob ka ng FX o jeep, hala mag uusap usap na kayong mga Noypi regarding sa mga haka-haka niyo, mga reklamo sa trapik, etcetera. na para bang knows niyo ang each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito kasi, helpful din naman ang mga tao kung tanungin mo sila bigla ng direksiyon pero hindi yung tipong sasamahan ka til the end of time para lang matulungan kang maresolbahan ang hinanaing mo sa buhay.. Haaayyy! Truly Pinoy! Pagkatapos namin magkape ni Inang Mahal, gumora na kami pauwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayong day naman na itez, August 31, nagliwaliw akong mag isa. Pumunta akong Hougang Mall at ibinalik ang nirent namin ni Mama na pocketbook na "THE BROKER" by John Grisham, sa halagang $15. Once na naibalik mo with receipt and without any punits or gusots, maibabalik sa iyo ang $10. Bongga diba? so ako ang nagbalik, so may $10 ako sa wallet ko. yey! pagkatapos ay bumili ako ng mga anik anik na matipuhan ko sa isang store na "VALU $" ang name. Pagkatapos ay pumunta akong foodcourt para magkapeng muli ng kanilang pamosong kape na mala-barako ang lasa. Basta kakaiba! tapang men, tah-pang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hindi pa ko nakuntento kaya nagliwaliw ako sa mga bangketa sa labas ng mall at nagwindow shop without the windows...nakabili ako ng $2 nailpolish for mother and $1 Tabo for the bathroom. Sosyal diba??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So wala pa ko sa mood umuwi kaya pumunta ako sa PUNGGOL PARK at nilibot ang buong parke. tibay talaga ng mga buto ko. baka maging vina morales na ang legs ko niyan. scary. super peaceful doon. maingay lang yung mga lintek na nagpapaandar ng de-remot-kontrol nilang mga maliliit na toyboats sa pond/ mini-lake. TSK! After all the drama of walking alone, pondering about the meaning of my life, i walked and walked and walked and walked hanggang sa makarating sa house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nakakatuwang nangyari this night ay pagdating ni kuya sa house from work, may pasalubong siya na FISHERPRICE na laruan kay Hershey. Drums na umiilaw at tumutunog. naoverwhelm siguro siya kaya forever lang siyang nakatitig. di niya pa knows how to use it. how cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you all you people! balitaan nio me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwaaahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH LOVE,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marchella G. 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Katiting na kanin... at kape... ahhh! baka yung kape, hindi kaya? Pakshet kung gayon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edi finally dumating na si Fhadz na always to the rescue sa aking mga pangangailangan.. such a good friend, that person..tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta kaming &lt;strong&gt;TAN YAN KEE BUILDING &lt;/strong&gt; dahil sa aking experience before, malinis, at wala gaanong tao sa  mga CR nila lagi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH! But i was so wrong! sa hindi malamang dahilan ay marami palang tao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST STOP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nagelebeytor kami patungong 4th floor, kung saan, based from experience eh isolated ang CR dun... Ngunit!!! laking dismaya ko nang masilayang may nagseseminar/meeting doon sa isang room kaya naman maraming tao sa floor na yun..pati narin sa CR... may apat na hinayupak na babaeng mga nakaputi ang nagsasalamin sa loob ng ako'y sumilip... sabi ko ke Fhadz, "Ang daming tao! wag tayo dito!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2ND STOP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Edi gora kami ngayon sa 3rd floor. Nagstairs na lang kami.. Baka sakaling wala nang tao. Good thing halos wala ngang tao sa floor na yon, ngunit nang buksan ko ang pinto ng CR for girls.... nakalock ito... anong kamalasan ito???!!!! nahuhurumentado na ang aking tiyan... at nanlalagkit na ang aking katawan.. malamig na ang pawis na tumatagaktak sa aking noo...Oh hinde!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3RD STOP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; okei...kalma lang, ate.... pinagtatawanan nako ng palihim ni Fhadz, i know.. pero being a good friend that he was... hindi niya yon pinakita sa akin masyado... Dibale na... may 2nd floor pa naman... edi gora kami doon.... ansaya at nakita pa namin si Jason doon sa SOCC Office nila, naghello hello pa kami sa may window niya... ngunit nang makarating nako sa Girls CR...... surprisingly, NAKALOCK DIN ANG HINAYUPAK!!! ano bang ipinahihiwatig sa akin ng tadhana at bakit parang ayaw akong pataihin ng putragis na mga kubeta dito sa building nato????!!!! Natatawa na tlaga si Fhadz sa akin... at ako rin eh dinadaan ko na talaga sa tawa.... ngunit ang tiyan ko'y tila hindi tumatawa, siya'y nagrerebolusyon na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4TH STOP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; we decided na baka wla na ang mga malalanding babae sa 4th floor this time ...kaya agad agad kaming gumora doon using agen the elebeytor....  But to my horror..... naroon paren ang mga putaenang mga makikiring babae... nagmemeykap, nagsusuklay, nakikipagchikahan, naglalandian.... not knowing na ang bagong pasok ng CR ay may lihim na tinatago... siya'y natatae na... ampotek!!!! so i pretended to suklay suklay.. nagpapaganda kunyari... hoping na baka any minute, any second ay lumayas na sila doon at payagan akong gawin ang business ko... ngunit mukha atang balak pa nilang maglatag ng kumot sa sahig at ilabas ang mga picnic baskets at magpalipad ng saranggola..... in other words, mukhang talagang matagal pa ang mga pekpek sa kanilang punyetang ginagawang pagpapaganda sa mga mukha nilang punyetera...lumabas akong muling dismayado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanging nasambit ni Fhadz, "Sa TARC na lang tayo??? Sa tingin mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh ano pa nga ba.... yun naman ang favorite spot ko nung ako'y nasa 2nd at 3rd year ko noon... natigil lang nang minsang jumebs ako doon at bigla akong kinatok ng walang humpay ng dalawang babae, habang ako'y nasa proseso... na-phobia ata ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5TH STOP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Eh di nagspark nanaman ng new hope sa aking ulirat pagkat nadarama kong finally mailalabas ko na itong nagagalit ko nang dalahin sa aking kaloob-looban... ang saya... edi finally!!! nang pumunta na kami doon sa dulong CR ng &lt;strong&gt;TARC&lt;/strong&gt;, wlang tao!! YEHEY!!! kaso walang tabo... edi sabi ko ke fhadz, "dali! kumuha ka ng tabo doon sa CR ng mga lalaki!!!" ...pagdating niya, wla daw... puke!! buti na lamang at meron akong wet ones na tissue..ok na siguro yon.... NANG BIGLANG..... may narinig akong mga boses ng babaeng dumarating!!! ANAKNANGTOKWA!!!! May mag-ccr pa ata gayong handa na sana ako!!! pucha... may dalawang babaeng biglang pumasok ng CR...yung isa madre pa.... buti na lamang at hindi pa ko nakkapagsimula ng ritwal ko....nagkunwari na lang akong nag-aayos ng buhok sa tapat ng salamin... pucha!!!iisa lang kasi ang cubicle na bukas doon... si Fhadz, nririnig kong tumatawa sa labas...sa sobrang dismaya ko eh lumabas ako at sabing, "pucha! wag nga tayo dito! hanap tayo ng iba!"............ tawa na kami ng tawa... tae talaga oh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6TH STOP:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pumunta kami doon sa kabilang dulo ng groundfloor patungo sa isa pang CR... YEHEY!!! mukha nanamang isolated.... kaso nangamba pa ako kasi ke dumi-dumi ng CR na yon... para bagang hindi pinapasukan ng tao... yung floor marumi... mejo may pagkamapanghi...at natakot talaga ako na baka walang tubig!! kasi naman si fhadz sabi ba naman, "HAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!!!! WALANG TUBIG!!!!".... Luckily, when i opened the faucet, voila!!! may tubig!!!! ang lababo ng pala eh nightmare din sa dumi... may mga namumugad na maliliit na ipis sa ilalim ng mga sementong nagkalat dito...may butas pa ang ceiling, parang dudungaw bigla si Sadako na nakaputi...katakut!!! ang ichura ng CR nato, parang ilang beses nang ginwang spot for murder.... but that won't stop me from doing my job... so habang si Fhadz ay on the look-out sa labas, ako nama'y nilock ang pinto, piuno ang tabo... naghubad ng skirt... at.... TADAAAAHHHHH!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEHEY!!!!!! SUCCESSFUL!!!!!! WLA NANG MAS SASARAP PA SA FEELING!!! WHOOOOO!!!!! PARANG ILANG LINGGO KONG KINIMKIM ANG NADARAMA, AT NGAYON LANG NAILABAS... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH WHAT JOY IS THIS THAT I'M FEELING?? WHAT HAPPY THOUGHTS AND COLORFUL VISIONS THAT GREET ME UPON MY VICTORY??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAAYYYYY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon, i am simply reliving that moment... ang adventure ko kanina lamang sa Tan Yan Kee to TARC.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta akong 7-Eleven para  bumili muli ng bagong stock ng TISSUE, ALCOHOL at WET ONES.... mahirap na... baka maulit muli....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-6745753963666568536?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/6745753963666568536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=6745753963666568536' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/6745753963666568536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/6745753963666568536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/09/shit-really-happens.html' title='SHIT REALLY HAPPENS....'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-2674678925569133064</id><published>2007-09-03T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T14:33:41.564+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Muni-muni...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ANG SAYA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKA-PERFECT AKO SA FILM PRELIM EXAM NAMIN...&lt;br /&gt;Proud ako dahil walang halong cheating yon ah... mahirap eh... literal na ako ang nakaupo sa pinakaharap... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap pala ng feeling na alam mong pinaghirapan mo ang isang bagay tapos worth it ang lahat in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAKARMA ATA KAMI...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumabog ang Computer namin sa bahay.. wala pa mandin si kuya (na may-ari ng pc).. edi hindi tuloy namin malaman kung anong gagawin dahil nasa Singapore siya with his ASAWA... tsk... tsk... ASAWA........ tsk.... Hawak ng babaeng yon ang apelido namin kaya wag na wag siyang mag-attitude jan ah... tsk! see?? kaya kami nakakarma eh.. wla tuloy kaming magamit na PC sa bahay... eh ang mahal magnet sa labas... haaayyy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY NAGPAPARAMDAM NANAMAN SA AKIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na sana eh..pero biglang may sumusulpot ng wala man lang akong kalaban-laban... badtrip... kahit anong iwas, siya namang lapit nitong tadhana... ayoko na.. pakshit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NABENGGA KAMI SA IMC REPORT NAMIN...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assumera kasi kami ng mga kagroup ko na hindi kami ang magrereport.. hala! nabengga tuloy kami..literal na hindi kami handa... natusta kami ng buhay sa tapat ng mga kaklase namin... kahiya-hiya talaga...oh well.. that's life.. may ups and downs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INAAWAY AKO NG BOYLET KO AMPOTA...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit kaliit na bagay eh binebengga ako... eh shempre, umatikabo nanaman ang PRIDE ko at hindi ko naman nais na matapakan na lang ang pagkatao ko kaya war kung warla ito! Putragis ka ha!!! wala akong inuurungan na away!!! Bugbugan na lang ano ha!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUM AKO SA BLOGGING WORLD....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil nga wala kaming PC sa bahay, at minsa'y hindi ko pa magawang magnet dito sa UST Library eh hindi ako nakakapagblog... ang dami ko na tuloy namimiss sa mga pangyayari.. maybe i should go back to writing on my journal? at least pag ganon, mas intimate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....nakakatamad lang talaga this past few days... i need a vacation from all these....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-2674678925569133064?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/2674678925569133064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=2674678925569133064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/2674678925569133064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/2674678925569133064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/09/muni-muni.html' title='Muni-muni...'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-7917673408501177398</id><published>2007-08-20T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T23:28:34.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JINX SA KASAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Noong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AUGUST 18, SATURDAY ay &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;CIVIL WEDDING&lt;/span&gt; ng aking ONLY BROTHER sa kanyang girlfriend for 6 years&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(the girl we all hate...i mean we're really not fond of her)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sa simula pa lamang ng araw eh sunud-sunod na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;JINX&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;na ang naganap. 11 am ang kasal. so naghahanda na ang lahat... maulan ulan pa dahil kay Bagyong Egay non kaya naman malamig lamig ang panahon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;para hindi maleyt sa may&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;JADE VALLEY sa Timog&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;inachieve naming umalis ng before 10 am man lang. nagawa naman naming magbihis at magpaganda and all that jazz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;malakas na ang ulan bago pa man kami makalabas ng gate. inilabas na ni butihing Ama ang FX namin. at ang puting Lancer ay ready to go na rin. ang mga nakasakay sa Lancer ay sina:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mami (ang mapanglait kong lola na ubod ng kulit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Nickie (ang binata naming pinsan na Baby pa rin sa aming mga mata)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Marie (ang syota ng ate kong panganay)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kuya (syempre ang groom...ang kuya kong kaisa-isa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;at ang mga supposedly namang nakasakay sa FX ay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO (the most beautiful one)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Papa (ang father kong parang si Garfield...cute!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mama (the Dragon Lady)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tita Glady (ang maldita kong tita na magaling magluto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Dahil lumabas na ng garahe si Papa, ang driver ng FX, eh sumunod na lamang akong sumakay. Pinayungan ako ni Wilma, ang aming katulong na makiri, pagkat malakas na ang ulan. NGUNIT!!! ng ako'y sasakay na sa koche.... unti-unting umaandar si Papa...edi sunod naman kami ni Wilma.. Basa na ang sandals ko ampota! nakadress pa mandin akey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hayan... akala ko malapit nakong makasakay... parang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;SLOW MOTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; ang lahat dahil ang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hirap maglakad sa umaagos na tubig sa kalsada... aba naman si Pudang!!! slow motion din ang pag-andar, ayaw pang tumigil gayong alam kong kitang kita niyang papasakay na ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hanggang sa halos nandoon na kami sa dulo ng street eh slow motion paring umaandar si pudang... tinatawag ko na siya!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;"PA!!! STOP!!! YOOOHOOOOO!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Para na kaming sira ni Wilma na sumusunod ke Papa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Finally! nang tumigil na ang koche, dun ko binuksan ang pinto ng FX.....at tinanong ke Popsy wats wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;AYAW PALA UMANDAR NG FX!!! SIRA SIYA...AS IN BROKEN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; kaya siya umaandar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ng slow motion eh dahil baka pag pinaandar niya ng kaunti eh biglang magstart ang makina..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;OH BUT NO! sumakay nako sa FX... we're still waiting for Mama and Tita na makasakay sana... pero kinontak na muna nila ang aming trusted MEKANIKO na si  Tito Danny (na mataas din ang posiyon sa Barangay (kagawad keme...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Pagdating nila Tito Danny, bitbit niya ang mga ALIPORES niya sakay ng &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;YELLOW JEEP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;may nakasulat na SB ng Bayan (or something like that...) basta yung Jeep ni Sonny Belmonte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Tinry nilang kemehin ang baterya oh kung anu ano pang anik anik sa mga wiring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;mukhang wala nang pag-asa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we decided na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;OON NA LANG SUMAKAY SA YELLOW SB JEEP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;... with all our porma...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;NAKA-AMERICANA, NAKADRESS and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Magpapahatid lang kami sa may labasan kung saan maraming Taxi at dun na kami gogora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;NGUNIT!!!!!! hindi pa man kami nakakalayo..... ay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;BIGLANG TUMIGIL ANG SB JEEP NA AMING SINASAKYAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;FOR THE 2ND TIME AROUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;..... sa gitna ng daan, tinry itulak ni Manong Drayber ang SB JEEP habang kami'y nakasakay....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;TULAK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;TULAK....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;AYAW MAGSTART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ANONG KAMALASAN ANG NANGYAYARI????!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;IS THIS A SIGN????!!! Nang sabihin kong,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Hano ba itong Jinx na nangyayari???"&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;bigla akong binengga ni Mudang... TSK! wag ko raw sabihin yon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;So naigilid na ang SB JEEP.... wala pa lang gasolina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Malamang sa lugar na tinigilan namin ay wala tlagang gasolinahan or watsoever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ngunit malapit naman kami sa may mga tricycles... may nag-utos ata na magtawag ng Taxi sa may labasan... pero hndi kami sure kung meron ngang gumawa... we were hoping na makapag-abang kami doon mismo sa place na tinigilan namin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ngunit tila lahat ng Taxi na dumaraan eh may mga sakay na pasahero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;BUTI NA LAMANG!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BLESSING IN DISGUISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;(nga ba?) na doon din nakatira malapit ang KUMPARE AT KUMARE nila mudang at pudang na siya ring magiging ninong at ninang ng soon-to-be-married-couple!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;COINCIDENCE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;na habang desperado kaming tumitingin sa paligid for a taxi eh nasilayan ni&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Mudang na dumaan ang VAN ng Kumpare at Kumare na aking sinasabi!!! (marahil ay papunta narin sila sa kasal nila kuya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;so tinawagan ni Mama sa Cellphone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;"MARE!! BALIKAN MO KAMI RITO SA MAY HONEYMART!! NASIRAAN KAMI NG KOCHE! NAKASAKAY KAMI NGAYON SA SB JEEP!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;VOILA!!!&lt;/span&gt; we have our saviors!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Doon na kami sumakay sa Van nila Tito at Tita..... whew!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lahat kami ayhindi makapaniwala sa mga kamalasang nangyari that morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ANO ANG IBIG SABIHIN NITO?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;ISA BA ITONG SENYALES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; isang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;repleksyon sa hindi namin pagkagusto sa BRIDE-TO-BE ni Kuya Kong Mahal???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;TSK! panay pa man din ang text sa akin ni Kuya kung ano nang ngyayari sa amin... kung gusto ba daw naming balikan niya kami.., shempre sabi namin wag na dahil we are saved na and all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;shempre kelangan maaga nga naman ang groom sa venue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;nakapagtataka lang talaga na sa lahat ba naman ng ora eh ngyon pa masisiraan ng dalwang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;beses ang mga kocheng nakakyan namin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;MOVING ON TO THE CIVIL WEDDING SCENE.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;nkarating na kami ng matiwasay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ayon kay Kuya Ko.... bawal daw maleyt dahil SUPER AGA DAW SI PASTOR/JUDGE NA MAGKAKASAL SA KANILA...well, wla namang naleyt sa side namin kahit pa ilang beses kaming nasiraan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;NGUNIT!!! si pasaway na Judge/Pastor... eh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;LATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;!!!! MGA 20 MINUTES LATE ata!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;tsk!!! pati yung SIDE NI HAHPI (yun yung name ng asawa ni kuya) eh late din!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HANO BA YAN................... TSK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;MOVING ON.... since ako ang may-ari ng BIDYO CAM... eh marahil ako ang naging CAMERA WOMAN sa buong proseso ng kasal nila...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;KAMUSTA NAMAN AT MAY KULANI NA ANG KILI-KILI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ko sa pagkuha ng bidyo nila.... wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;kasing tripod...mahirap gumamit non pag hinahabol ko lahat ng eksena ang all..... maliit lang kasi yung place.... exclusive ba....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;heto pa.... si&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;ATE KONG PANGANAY WALA SA EKSENA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;..... enemy number one kasi siya nung&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Bride.... I mean, hindi talaga masyadong boto si Ate Ko sa kanya.... that's too bad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;PERO! kaya naman wala siya sa eksena ay dahil galing daw siya sa work...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;dumating na lamang siya sa eksena nung malapit ng kumain....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;at bakas sa mukha niya ang pagkasuya sa pangyayari..... na ang kanyang kapatid ay ikinakasal sa hindi niya gusto..... TSK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Haaayyy... kung alam niyo lang.... parang TELESERYE talaga ang mga pangyayari sa bahay... days and weeks before that wedding... may mga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;AWAYAN, VIOLENCE, SUMBATAN, TARAYAN, BACKSTABBAN, IYAKAN, WALK-OUT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;etcetera ang nangyari.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;well, baka pag kinwento ko pa yan eh NOBELA na talaga itong blog ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;OK NAMAN ANG KASAL.... grabe magkwento si JUDGE/PASTOR..... GUTUMERA na ang lahat eh daldal parin siya ng daldal.....paulitulit niyang isinasalaysay lahat ng mga kakilala niya at mga experiences  nito during their marriage years......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Lahat ng mga ikinasal niya eh naichika na ata niya sa aming lahat....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Syempre ba hindi ko makalimutan ang mga leksyon niya kina kuya at the rest of us....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;lahat daw ng mag-asawa ay i-practice ang LRT....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;WHAT IS LRT???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;L - OVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;R - ESPECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;T- RUST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;sosyal diba... simple yet meaningful.... naaahhhkkss!! eh basta ke haba parin ng sermon niya ang all....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;pero nakakatawa talaga si ate kong panganay... bakas sa mukha niya at actions niya na hindi siya nasisiyahan sa mga pangyayari....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;nung nagpipikchuran na nga malapit sa may cake eh sabi ni Mama, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Oh Marivi halika dito!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;sabe naman ni Ate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"ANO KA, MA???!!!! OK KA LANG????!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HAHAHHAHAHA!!!!!! CRUEL SISTER......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;eh ang dami pang nakarinig....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;TSK! eto ang masama dito eh.... pag hindi pa magkakilala ang both sides eh talaga namang puno ng tensyon ang atmospera......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ni hindi nga namin chinichika ang side nila..... gayon din ang side nila sa amin.... pero syempre sina Mama at Papa eh mga friendly people kaya sila ang kumekeme sa kanilang lahat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;BUT I HAVE TO ADMIT.......&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;hindi ganon ka-pretty si Hahpi that time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hehehehehehe...... ang sama ko......... o baka dahil sa buntis siya or something?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;HAAAAYYYY....  i just can't believe kinasal na si kuya ko........ gggrrrrrr......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Yung pauwi na kami i felt something rising sa throat ko.... parang naiiyak factor.... buti na lang at hinde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;siguro kahit na ganyan si kuya.... na most of the time eh masungit... pero most of the time rin eh mabait lalo sa akin, na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;BUNSO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;, eh shempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt; I ONLY WANT THE BEST FOR HIM&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyways, ayos at nandon ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; LONG TIME CRUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; namin nila Hazel (my other&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;older-than-me-younger-than-ateTaba sister), at si Ate kong panganay.... haaayyyyyy ang gwapo talaga ng HAYSKUL FRIEND ng kuya ko...... si PJ....... Walang kupas ang kagwapuhan... buti at may picture kaming dalawa... mejo umeextra narin kasi ata siya sa showbiz eh.....kaya feeling ko i'm just a fan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Hindi ganon kasarap ang pagkain sa Jade Valley.... TSK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;At hindi ganon kasweet ang buong kasal nila.... parang hindi kasi sila gaanong sweet sa isa't isa... o baka nahihiya lang sila?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Anyways.... magkaiba nga pala sila ng relihiyon.... Christian si Hahpi... at Katoliko naman si kuya... kaya medyo complicated pag kinasal na sila sa church or something... they have to get married two times for the sake of each religion....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;OH WELL..... simula pa lang ito ng mala-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;TELESERYENG BUHAY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;nila... dahil dito na titira si Hahpi sa bahay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;CONGRATULATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;!!!! hahahahahahaha.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Ang dami pa manding kontrabida dito........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;it has been a joke here sa house na sasabihin namin sa isa't isa everytime we talk about the girl:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Oy, itago mo muna yang pangil mo...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"Yung sungay mo, lumalabas nanaman..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;"itago mo muna yang buntot mo sa likod..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;hahahha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;ganyan lang talaga ang buhay.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;OH WELL.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;more stories to come kapag nandito na siya nakatira...hhehehhehe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; 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color: rgb(102, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;i was right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;pagdating ko doon, agad nilang pinakita sa akin ang last sketch ko ng aming jacket... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;BALIKTAD ang logo&lt;/span&gt; na nakadrowing doon.... lapis ang ginamit ko doon...pero nang makita ko eh parang kinompyuterays na nila.... at ayon ke manang, ganon daw talaga ang pagkakadrowing ko....kaya nagtaka rin daw siya kung bakit naging baliktad eh ayon nga sa last sketch ko parang "letter T' ang nakaguhit doon.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mamatay man ako ngayon, i swear hindi baliktad ang logo na idinrowing ko noon.... naknang... apat na taon ko na atang ginuguhit ang logo na yon, tapos ngyon.... ganon ang kinilabasan.... but THAT WAS THEIR PROOF....parang lumabas na kaya naman baliktad ang pagkaembroidered sa logo eh dahil ako naman pala ang may fault.... this has been too much for me..... ayokong makipag-away whatsoever dahil hindi naman ako ganon, lalo pa at sobrang &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;MAAYOS SIYANG KAUSAP&lt;/span&gt;... it would be very unethical na magngangawa ako at kalmutin siya ng walang kalaban-laban...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;to make the long story short,..... mukhang ako ang sasagot ng karagdagang kabayaran para sa maling logo na inilagay nila.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;DALAWANG LIBO rin yon&lt;/span&gt;...saan ako tatae ng ganong halaga ng pera by Monday???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Oh well... may kapalit naman eh.... nope! hindi katawan ko ah.... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kapag nakapagparefer daw ako sa kanila ng mga magpapagawa din ng jackets, may babalik daw na komisyon sa akin......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;SO PLEASE HELP ME GUYS!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;so dahilan sa ayokong mangutang sa butihin naming ADO dahil ayokong lumabas na abusado, eh kukuha na lamng ako sa sarili kong bulsa ng dalwang libong yon... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i only have 4 days to make ipon.... mangholdap ng bangko or anything......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;at least we both learned our lessons.... it was all a matter of &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;MISCOMMUNICATION&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;ginawa ko naman ang lahat eh..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;marahil dapat ay magalit ako kay Jacket Man...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;NO.... hindi sa ganon.... ang maganda naman nito... we were both lucky at kami ang nagkausap, not anyone else.... kasi at least madali kaming kausap... no benggahan whatsoever... &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;LAHAT NADADAAN SA MAAYOS NA USAPAN....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;I should be thankful ke Mrs. J dahil nirefer niya ko kay Jacket Man... eh secret lang naten to ah........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;crush ko kasi si Jacket Man.... the moment i saw him, sabi ko ke Mrs. j, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ang kyut niya ah"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;pero purely business lang talaga ang mga texts at pagkikita namin sa pavillion... just jacket business...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;kaya nga hayon, napatagal pa lalo ang jacket business namin dahil sa mga mistakes naming dalawa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;which eventually lead to &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/span&gt;...well, i think for a short period of time eh may nabuo na kaming friendship somehow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;lalo pa kahapon, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;AUGUST 15, 2007&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matapos nga ng mga desisyon na napagkasunduan, pinauwi niya na si Manang Mananahi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JACKET MAN:&lt;/span&gt; "May pupuntahan ka pa ba after nito?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"wala na. bum lang. uwi na after."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "punta muna tayo sa may fields."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "o cge..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;so naglakad kami HAND IN HAND. PASWAY-SWAY PA.... chos!!! no holding hands xempre.. nu ka ba.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;infairla.... &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;ANG BANGO NIYA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; few inches lang ang layo namin sa isa't isa... haaaaaaaayyyy.... love his smell.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Nakablack pants nga pala xa... at sky blue polo... nagapply daw xa for work... haayyy... ain't that cute??? ahihihi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;tapos yun nga.... i'm not asking any questions kung bakit ba kami pupuntang fields or what.... basta nagkkwetuhan lang kami habang naglalakad..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "Katoliko ka ba? Daan muna tayong chapel ah."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "oo naman. ikaw katoliko ka ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "oo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AKO: &lt;/span&gt;"dati consistent akong nagpupunta jan eh. as in everyday of my life... pero ngayon hindi na..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;So we went inside.... we kneeled and prayed dun lang sa may likod... ipinagdasal ko kay God na pls sana makakuha ako ng limang libo for the jackets.... at nagpasalamat sa moment na yon... &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;alam ni God na kinikilig ako that time&lt;/span&gt;.... ahihihi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;paglabas namin ay may kinausap kaming dating kaklase niya... hi hello.... hmmm... siguro inisip nung girl na there's something going on sameng dalawa...hehehehhe.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;so nasa labas kami ng chapel... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "alam mo.......... (struggling for words...) ikaw na ata ang pinakacool na taong nakausap ko..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; (blushes)....(giggle)..."ha?? bakit mo nman nasabe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "eh kasi ok kang kausap. siguro kung iba yon...... basta... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-style: italic;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "(tawa)....bakit mo naman nasabi? dahil ba sa pagtetext ko? nakakatawa ba kong magtext?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keme....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keme......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "ganyan ka ba talaga? nag-alala kasi ako... na baka sabihin ng iba.. (umm...mejo di ko na maalala yung ibang conversation namin eh)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "naku pinagtatanggol nga kita sa mga co-officers ko.. na wag kang benggahin... "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;keme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;keme.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "....pasensya ka na.... kasi yung dad ko... alm mo na..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "naintindihan ko... business is business...ok lang yon..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "...kaya nga ok dahil maayos kang kausap... ayoko naman kasing mahirapan ka rin.... kaya...... (something... something...)....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "basta astig ka...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;pakshit! ito ang mahirap kapag hindi mo na maalala yung ibang conversation eh.... hindi ko tuloy ma-grasp yung moment na yon... parang nandito lang siya sa puso't isipan ko that i can't put into words.. naaakkksss!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;tapos naupo kami dun sa may mga pav na may bubong malapit sa fields..... magkatabi kami.... may mga kaunting tao pero tahimik ang buong UST dahil wala namang pasok....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; ".....ganyan ka ba sa aa??....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "...hindi naman ako ganito lagi... silent but deadly lang kasi ako... kung may problema, kinikimkim ko nga lang o inaako ko lang.... pero kapag sobra na, shempre nagagalit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;din... may mga bata rin na takot sa akin dahil masungit ako..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; ".....namumula ba ako?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "..(tawa) oo noh! nung dati nga diba mineet ka namin sa pav ng mga frends ko.. tapos sabi ng kasama ko 'hala.nung pagdating natin sa pav ang puti-puti niya, nung umalis na tayo, sobrang ang pula-pula niya na'....."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "....ganun lang talaga ako... namumula ako... ibig sabihin non, nag-iisip ako..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;keme....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;keme.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;keme...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM: &lt;/span&gt;"...o sige uwi na tayo baka gabihin ka... kaya lang naman kita kinausap dahil gusto lang kitang makilala.......... basta astig ka talaga... wala akong ibang maisip na term..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;*kilig*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;so naglakad kami sa tapat ng Main Building patungong Espanya.... still chatting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "may binigay si J sakin dati na tiket sa play niyo kaso hindi ako nakanood.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "sayang naman!... nood ka ngayong september ha... aarte ako... madramang role...hehehe.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "bukod sa aa at sa school... ano pang mga pinagkakaabalahan mo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "...wala.... boring akong tao eh... hindi ako magimik.... di ko hilig yung mga bars and all.. tambay lang kung saan saan... sa mga bahay... basta puro aa lang talaga ako..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM: &lt;/span&gt;"ganyan ba talaga kayo ka-bonded? gaano kayo ka-close sa isa't isa?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"as in walang hiyaan talaga.. kahit pa maghubad kami sa harap ng bawat isa ok lang... ganun...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "ikaw? anong pinagkakaabalahan mo nung nanjan ka pa nag-aaral?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; ".....mga orgs din....music... banda..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; (gulat) (tatawa).... "talaga???!!! ano ka sa banda??? gitarista? ano??... (tawa)..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "...kumakanta.....may mga gigs kami paminsan.... minsan invite ko kayo..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "(tawa some more).... talaga?....amazing!!!!!!!.....wow...... (tawa).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "ayos sa reaction ah.... (ngiti)..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "hinde..naamaze lang talaga ako.... di ko kasi akalaing isang INTELEHENTENG taong katulad mo eh sumasideline ng ganyan.... ang galing...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO: &lt;/span&gt;"......first impression ko kasi yun sayo eh... nung pinakilala ka ni J saken, binulong niya sa akin na ishake hands daw kita for formalities sake... so sa isip ko, napakapormal mo naman at mukhang INTELEHENTE..... kaya yun... (tawa)..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "........over compliment naman yan... (tawa)... ganyan ba talaga kalalim ang pananalita mo? INTELEHENTE?.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "...hehe...wala lang... gusto ko lang ginagamit ang mga terms na ganyan...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; "CA ka ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "oo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;JM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;"...may pinsan din akong CA, 1st year.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;AKO:&lt;/span&gt; "sana nga hindi na lang ako nag-CA... pakiramdam ko kasi wala akong natututunan dun kundi dumaldal lang.... mas marami pa akong natututunan sa aa... sana ginawa na lang nilang major subject ang aa... malay ko ba na may advertising pala... sna nag cfad na lang ako..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;JM: &lt;/span&gt;".....ako din nga eh....sana nag arki na lang ako....pero hinde eh..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;tapos pinag-usapan pa namin yung mga ginagawa niya sa engineering course niya non... at yung mga pwede niyang aplayan na job sa course niya.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;gusto ko pa sanang bagalan ang lakad ko para masmahaba pa ang oras na kasama ko siya.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;hanggang sa nakatawid na kami sa kabila.... lalakarin na lang niya yung pauwi sa kanila.... ako naman ay sumakay na....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;pakiramdam ko eh lumulutang ako sa saya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.... tinext ko agad si fhadz.... alam naman kasi niya yung hirap na dinaranas ko sa jackets na yan..... bilang TD at PD, siya ang lagi kong karamay sa mga ganitong trabaho.... so siya agad ang tinext ko sa kilig na nadarama ko at that moment....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;IT WAS LIKE PUPPY LOVE ALL OVER AGAIN&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;hindi ko malimot &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HOW ROMANTIC THE ATMOSPHERE WAS&lt;/span&gt;...nung kasama ko siya sa may fields.... gabi na... tahimik ang paligid.....and we were just talking.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;tapos we both went to the CHAPEL pa.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Haaayyyyy... gaya nga ng sinasabi ko ke J at fhadz, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;mamulubi man ako sa hirap....at least mayaman naman ako sa pag-ibig&lt;/span&gt; (nyayks! korni!).... basta... nararamdaman ko kasing ok na kaibigan si Jacket Man eh.... so keri na yon para sa akin......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Gaya ng sinabi sa amin minsan ni Goddess, &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;"everything happens for a reason..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;there must be a reason kung bakit nagkandaleche leche ang jackets na yan.... may kapalit naman siguro na maganda yan.... so i've found a new friend.... i've learned my lessons din... at gayon din daw siya.... at least for just a few minutes that night, nakasama ko siya.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:130%;" &gt;Haaaayyy.... that was one of the most romantic nights ever.....para sa akin, isa itong mini-date...hehehe..... hanggang dun na lang.... minsan lang to mangyari kaya pagbigyan na.... haaayyyyy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;*KILIG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;*KILIG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;*KILIG*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-3863893917924066342?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/3863893917924066342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=3863893917924066342' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/3863893917924066342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/3863893917924066342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/08/romantic-night-with-jacket-man.html' title='A Romantic Night With The Jacket Man'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-8229249018454564845</id><published>2007-08-10T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:05:38.164+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEEPNEY LOVER???.....PINOY KA!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 500px; height: 365px;" class="alignmiddle" src="http://p.vtourist.com/2153677-Jeepney-Philippines.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kanina, dahil wala akong masakyang FX, eh napagdesisyonan kong sumakay na lamang ng JEEP... habang nakasakay sari-saring kaisipan ang pumasok sa aking isip (redundant...). natuwa lang ako na tanging ang mahal kong Pilipinas lamang ang nagpauso ng sasakyang ito.... VERY PINOY!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Napagtanto ko kasi na kapag sumakay ka sa loob ng isang jeep eh madarama mo kung ano ang pakiramdam ng maging isang Pinoy... heto ang mga dahilan kung bakit ko ito naisip... BASAHIN MO KUNG FEELING MO EH PINOY KA... kung hindi naman.... basahin mo pa rin... aba nakaabot ka na ng ganito kalayo, hindi mo pa itutuloy... TSK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;Kapag nakasakay ka ng jeep, may mga iba't ibang &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DIFFERENT KINDS OF MANONG DRIVERS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ang makikilala mo... sila sina....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;KASKAS MO BEYBEH&lt;/span&gt; - ang mga daredevils ng daan. kinikilala nila ang kanilang sarili bilang HARI NG DAAN... walang pakielam kung beating the red light na ba sila oh ano..sila yun mga putragis na manong na hindi pa ako nakakababa eh umaandar na, o hindi pa nakakaupo eh bumarurot na sa bilis. Ang payo ko lang sa mga pasahero, huwag sumakay sa dulo malapit sa pinto kung ayaw niyong tumilapon at maging chunkee cornbeef...kung nagkataon na yun na lamang ang tanging upuan, hold on tight ka na lang ate at kuya, pagkat byaheng langit ang aabutin mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;LOLO, MATAGAL KA PA?&lt;/span&gt; - late ka na ba sa school? sa trabaho? at sa lahat ba naman ng oras eh nasakay ka pa sa jeep na oh "juicekopoplizlang" kay bagal naman!! heto ang mga drivers na UBOD NG KAY BAGAL sa pagmamaneho...tila ba may malupit na LSS (Last Song Syndrome) ni Frank Sinatra o Love Me Tender ni Elvis Presley sa kanyang utak kaya naman kung anong ikinabagal ng kanta sa utak niya eh gayon din ang bagal ng kanyang pagdrayb.. heto pa ang matindi, sa lahat ba naman ng oras eh NAGPAGASOLINA PA SI MANONG gayong 45 minutes late ka na sa klase, eh naging 50 minits na ito.... oh pleaze lolo, kamown mamown!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;HIHINTAYIN KITA HANGGANG SA DULO NG WALANG HANGGAN&lt;/span&gt; - im sure nakilala na nating lahat si manong na HAYOK SA PASAHERO. Kahit na alam niya, deep in his mind, heart and soul na mukha namang hindi sasakay si ate/kuya doon sa may kanto, eh pilit pa rin siyang titigil upang imbitahan silang sumakay. heto namang sina ate at kuya eh no reaction lang sa imbitasyon ni manong. pero si manong, hala sige!! mga sampung beses pa niyang iwawasiwas ang kanyang placard sa kanila gayong hindi nga sila sasakay!!!! nakapagtataka rin na hindi kaya ang mga manong na ito ay may THIRD EYE?? pagkat bigla mo na lang napapansing tumitigil siya sa mga lugar na wala namang katao-tao, ni walang pumapara.... pero hayon parin siya, mukhang naghihintay sa mga pasaherong wala naman talaga.. weird...at ang isa pa, heto rin ang mga manong na kahit alam nilang punung puno na nga ang jeep, hahakot parin ng pasahero yan. with matching lines na "oh! onting ipit lang ho...marami pa ho jan, sa kaliwa, sa kanan! pakiipit lang ho..maluwang pa yan!" TSK! ipit na ipit na ang betlogs ng katabi mong si kuya eh patuloy parin ang paghakot ni manong ng pasahero.. HAYOK!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PUTANGINAMOGAGOTARANTADO!!!!&lt;/span&gt; - heto ang mga manong na forever mainit ang ulo. nakakatawa talaga everytym nakakasakay ako sa ganito. kita mo sa front mirror niya na naka-unibrow na siya dahil sa sobrang kunot ng noo niya. Kanino kaya siya galit? marahil sa asawa niyang bungangera...o sa karu na nagoberteyk sa kanya..kay Gloria marahil? o sa katabi niyang may putok? anu man ang kanayang dahilan, matalas ang dila niya sa pagmumura. Kawawang mga bata, kapag nasakay sila sa ganitong atmospera, marahil eh kay manong nila marinig ang first ever mura nila..isang ehemplo nito eh yung kaninang nasakyan ko.. alam niyo yung mga batang pulubi na bigla na lamng sumasakay kapag nakatigil ang jip tapos walang kalaban-labang pupunasan yung mga sapatos niyo.. hayon si manong, nag-flare up bigla, "POTTTANG INA MO KA, NANJAN KA NANAMAN AH!!!!" (kay tigas ng mura niya)... so bumaba si kid, hindi pa man bumibilis ang sasakyan namin ay biglang...... *****KAPINGTAKTOGGG!!!!!!!******* yon ang tunog ng malaking batong ibinato ni Kid Punas na marahil ay nabadtrip kay manong... salamat sa Diyos at walang natamaang pasahero... wala narin nagawa si manong kundi ang sumimangot at magmura sa isipan niya (oo, narinig ko...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;I WILL NOT BREAK THE LAW!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- in fairness nman, may mga mababait din na manong na neutral lang sa lahat ng yan... bukod sa ma-PO at OPO sila sa kanilang mga mahal na pasahero, ay talaga namang sumusunod sila sa batas... katulad na lang ng pagbaba ng kanilang pasahero sa tamang babaan...at pagsakay din sa tamang sakayan.. kawawa nga lang minsan yung mga pasaherong napakalayo na sana ng binabaan nila eh, lalo pang inilayo ni manong dahil, "Sandali lang ho...bawal ho kasing magbaba jan... doon lang ho tayo..." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ilan lamang yan sa mga karakteristiks ng mga manong jipni draybers na ating nakikilala sa araw araw... ano man ang kanilang ugali ay talaga namang napamahal na sila sa atin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;heto naman ang mga &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PINOY KARAKTERISTIKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na naaoobserb ko kapag ako'y nasasakay sa jeep...na tanging Pilipins lang ata ang nakakagawa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;UNITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- saan ka makakakita ng mga strangers na nagkakaroon ng silent communication sa tuwing nag-aabot ng bayad kay manong. Dito ko rin napansin na dahil sa pagkakaisang ito ay nagkakaroon sila ng care sa kapwa nila dahil ayaw nilang mangawit ang kili-kili nito kaya naman kapag narinig mo ang mga salitang "Bayad Po..." ay haharap halos lahat sa iyo at sabay-sabay pa ngang kukunin ang bayad mo upang iabot ito kay manong.. gaano man kalayo ang pinanggalingan ay tiyak na makararating ito kay manong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HUNGRY FOR POWER&lt;/span&gt;- gaya nga ng sinabi ko, kung may katiyakan kang makararating kay manong ang bayad mo, dapat eh maging alerto ka rin kung iniaabot nga ang iyong bayad o sukli... dahil para sa mga gutom na Pinoy (simbolo ng kahirapan), tiyak na "PATI SUKLE, MADADALE.." totoo yan.. nakarinig na ako ng mga kasong ganyan.. na si ale eh hinihingi ke manong ang sukli... si manong naman sabi, "Aba'y naiabot ko na sa iyo ah!"... at doon na magssimula ang argumento nila... Tsk! maging alerto sa mga gutom na Pinoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ADIK SA TEXT&lt;/span&gt; - heto ang mga nakakasalamuha mo sa jeep na walang takot sa mga magnanakaw... teks galore to death pa rin sila na tila wala nang bukas pang masisilayan. latest man ang celpon o 5110 lang eh, tiyak na makikita mo ang pagiging "TEXT CAPITAL OF THE PHILIPPINES" sa tuwing makikita mo ang mga ganitong tao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ANTUKIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- wala ata akong jeep na nasakyan na wala nito. dito lang makikita kung either MASIPAG o TAMAD ang isang Pinoy. marahil kasi maiisip mo na kaya siguro siya nakakatulog ng walang kalaban-laban eh dahil pagod sa trabaho... kawawa naman xa.. pagbigyan na kung magkandauntug-untog na ang ulo niya sa balikat mo.. o marahil kaya siya natutulog eh dahil hobby niya lang ang matulog.. Juan Tamad ika nga.. ang mga antuking eto yung mga taong walang hiya (as in no shame) na natutulog kahit na muka na silang engot sa ichura nila. mukhang groggy... left and right, up and down ang ulo nila...hahawak sa railing (tama ba?), tapos mabibtawan rin naman mamaya... hahawak muli...bibitaw... left and right... up and down....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MANG DURUKOT, MANG DURUGAS&lt;/span&gt; - eto yung mga manong na kinatatakutan ng mga pasahero... ang mga magnanakaw sa jeep... oo, marami niyan sa Pinas... hindi lamang sa jeep.. pero dahil nga maxadong enclosed ang jeep eh madali lang ito gawin para sa kanila... may mga co-durugas at co-durukot sila na maaaring umupo sa harap, sa gitna o malapit sa may pinto para siguradong lagot na..TSK! Yan ang mukha ng mga Pinoy na hanggang ngayon ay walang pagbabagong nais na mangyari sa buhay nila kundi makaperwisyo lang ng iba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;HAPPY HOURS&lt;/span&gt; - ang mga Pinoy ay kilalang mga pinakamasayahing mga tao sa buong Asya...baka nga sa mundo pa... kaya naman hindi maiiwasang sa sobrang kakahappy hours eh may makakasabay ka na lang na amoy alak, pula ang mata at parang si Cookie Monster kung magsalita.. yan ang mga lasenggerong nakikilala natin lalo sa gabi....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MISS, PASILIP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- maraming mga magagandang Pinay dito sa Pinas... pero may mga iba na sa sobrang trying hard na magpapretty eh nakapagsusuot ng mga mahahalay na damit.. nais siguro nilang gayahin ang ang mga nakikita nila sa magasin o sa telebisyon kaya naman nakaMICRO-MINI-SKIRT o PLUNGING NECKLINE GALORE sila kapag nagkokomyut... well, dahil jan, magtiis ka na lang sa mga manong at kuyang malagkit ang tingin sa iyo... malantod ka kasi... buti sana kung marami kang kasama... tsk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;SI KUYA AY... ATE PALA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- uso na kasi sa Pilipinas ngayon ang mga BISEKSWAL at mga BADING... kaya naman minsan may makakasabay kang akala mo'y dream papa mo na... ayun pala'y hanap rin ay papa... ayyy!!! sayang.. eto pa man din usually yung mga mukhang GYM-BUFF tapos bigla mo na lang maririnig sa kasama mong pure bakla na "naaamoy kong bading siya".... sayang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MALAMBING&lt;/span&gt; - yan ang Pinoy... malambing sa kapwa..kaso talagang naiirita ako sa mga nasobrahan na ng lambing! mga magsyotang akala mo'y motel ang jeepney, naglalampungan na ang mga pepe!! Get a room, you two!! yan ang nais mong isigaw sa kanila.... kung makapulupot ay parang ahas...tsk! as if may aagaw sa boypren/gerlpren mong mukhang HIPON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MAHILIG KUMAIN&lt;/span&gt; - oo, very Pinoy yan..kaya naman hindi maiwasang magkaroon ng kasabay na sakop ang upuang kasya sana ay tatlo pa ngunit nakuha niya na lahat ng espasyo.. wala naman akong thing sa mga majujubis (cute nga nila eh... haroooOoOoOOO...) pero minsa'y hindi mo maiwasang mairita paminsan pagkat pag nagsiksikan na eh maririnig mo silang, "TSK!" ... aba ate!!! kaya naman kasi masikip dito eh dahil sa iyo!! wag mo akong i-TSK-TSK jan hano!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;MISTER/ MISS CONGENIALITY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- tanging dito lang talaga sa Pilipinas mo makikilala ang pinakfriendly na mga tao... kahit hindi kayo magkakilala, pag nagkataon.. say for example may banggaan kayong nadaanan.. hala! biglang magkkwentuhan na ang mga kuya at ate sa loob ng jeep na animo'y parang reunion lang nila!! "grabe yung nagbanggaan ano?" ...."oo nga, bagong bago pa mandin yung koche..".. "naku nung isang araw may ganyan din dito banda... patay yung drayber!"... "ganoon ho ba? ano ho bang pangalan niyo? may insurance na ba kayo??"..."tatlo ang anak ko, yung isa nakapagtapos na ng kolehiyo...".... "wanna meet sometime?"... SOSYAL.... mejo exaggerated ang iba.. pero may mga ganyan talaga... hindi mo man nalaman ang pangalan ng mga nakausap mo, at least for that moment eh para na kayong nakapagBONDING GALORE WITH A STRANGER.. yan ang Pinoy, friendly talaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;oh ayan... onte lang yan sa mga sandamakmak na karakteristiks ng mga Pinoy na nakikilala ko sa jeep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Masaya magjeep... kahit ba uso na ang FX ngayon, wala paring makapapantay sa pagsakay sa Jeepney.... With all that POLLUTION... VIOLENCE... FUN...RUSH HOURS.... SIKSIKAN...GITGITAN.... ang saya diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:6;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SURVIVAL THINGS TO DO PAG NAKASAKAY NA SA JEEP:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Kung paranoid ka sa mga magnanakaw, huwag na huwag matulog dahil kadalasa'y pinupunterya ang mga humuhilik sa jeep at paggising mo, may slash na ang bag mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Kung inaantok ka na talaga, THINK OF HAPPY THOUGHTS like having kinky sex with your crush... paniguradong gising ang ulirat mo nyan.. tataas pati ang libido mo.. edi gising na gising ka!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Kung gusto mong makaisa kay Manong Drayber, magbayad ka kapag mejo matagal ka nang nakasakay at isabay mo ito sa iba pang nagbabayad... para hindi na siya magtanong ng kung anuano like "saan? saan bababa? san galing? magkano ang binigay mo?".. sa ganitong paraan ay pwede mong bawasan ng piso o dalwang piso o limang piso ang bayad mo... he'll never notice.. wag ka narin magsalita, basta magbayad ka lang...hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Yakapin mo ang bag mo, at wag na wag ilagay sa likod mo, o sa gilid mo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Pag biglang bumulwak ang pagkatindi-tinding POLUSYON sa katabing sasakyan, make sure na magtakip ng ilong kung ayaw mong mangulangot mamaya ng singlaki ng Butterball sa ilong mo... eeewww...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Kung may cute na lalaki/ babae kang nakasabay, it won't hurt na magpakyut ng kaunti... minsan mo lang siya makasabay, mahihiya ka pa ba? You'll never cross paths agen (something like that..)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. Wag maging madamot... kandungin ang bag... idikit ang mga legs at ipitin ang mga bayag upang magkasya tayong lahat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. kumapit ng mabuti... you'll nverknow kung kelan magbebreak si manong.... nakakahiyang tumilapon ka sa dulo ng jeep kung nasaan nandoon ang trash can na may nakasulat na "shoot that kalat!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. iabot o kunin mo ang bayad ng katabi mo... wag mo nang hintayin ang ten years bago mapansin ng ibang walang nais mag-abot kay manong . DO UNTO OTHERS WHAT YOU WANT THEM TO DO UNTO YOU...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. Mahalin ang sariling atin.. Pinoy ka.. Pinoy ako... isipin mo lagi na tanging dito lang sa Pilipinas magkakaroon ng ganyang transportasyon... nakakainit man ng ulo minsan, nakakabagot man... don't worry, makararating ka rin sa iyong paroroonan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:6;" &gt;TRULI PINOY!!!! &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ATING JEEPNEY...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;IPAGMALAKI!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-8229249018454564845?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/8229249018454564845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=8229249018454564845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/8229249018454564845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/8229249018454564845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/08/jeepney-loverpinoy-ka.html' title='JEEPNEY LOVER???.....PINOY KA!!!!!'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-7187205977421890599</id><published>2007-08-08T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T14:36:08.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARA SA TAONG HINDI MAALIS SA ISIP KO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Naranasan mo na bang kahit ilang ulit mo nang patayin ang isang tao sa isip mo, hindi mo pa rin ito magawang limutin? Naging manhid na nga yata ako sa pakiramdam na ito. pero natatakot ako. parang nauubos na kasi ang oras ko. hanggang kailan ko dapat pahirapan ang sarili ko para lang pakawalan ang ganitong klaseng pakiramdam?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let Me Let Go"&lt;br /&gt;By: Faith Hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I thought it was over, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; We said our goodbyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; But I can't go a day without your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Goin' through my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; In fact, not a single minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Passes without you in it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Your voice, your touch, memories of your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Are with me all of the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Let me let go, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Let me let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; If this is for the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Why are you still in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Are you still in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Let me let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I talked to you the other day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Looks like you make your escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You put us behind, no matter how I try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I can't do the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Let me let go, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Let me let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; It just isn't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I've been two thousand miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Down a dead-end road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Let me let go, darlin', won't you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I just gotta know, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; If this is for the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Why are you still in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Are you still in my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Let me let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; The lights of this strange city are shinin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; But they don't hold no fascination for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I try to find the bright side, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; But everywhere I look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Everywhere I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; You're all I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Let me, let me let go, baby, won't you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Let me let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; It just isn't right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I've been two thousand miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Down a dead-end road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Oh, let me let go, darlin', won't you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I just gotta know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; If this is for the best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Why are you still in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Yeah, you're still in my soul, let me let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt; Let me let go, let me let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-7187205977421890599?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/7187205977421890599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=7187205977421890599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/7187205977421890599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/7187205977421890599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/08/para-sa-taong-hindi-maalis-sa-isip-ko.html' title='PARA SA TAONG HINDI MAALIS SA ISIP KO'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-2708101159055654500</id><published>2007-08-05T16:09:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T16:09:29.921+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='80' width='300'&gt;&lt;param value='http://media.imeem.com/m/VXzhY7JWRW/aus=false/' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;param value='transparent' name='wmode'/&gt;&lt;embed wmode='transparent' height='80' width='300' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://media.imeem.com/m/VXzhY7JWRW/aus=false/'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;hindi naman masamang umiyak paminsan. masarap lumuha. lalo pag alam mong, mamaya, o paggising mo... ngingiti ka na ulit..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;						&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-2708101159055654500?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/2708101159055654500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=2708101159055654500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/2708101159055654500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/2708101159055654500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-3031457669185530908</id><published>2007-08-05T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T09:03:15.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;It's 8:30 in the morning. I just got home from my close friend's house... Aalis na kasi siya... despidida party niya last night.... up-to-sawa kaming umiinom at tumatagay ng san mig light, extra joss, Boone's wine (na nakailang bote ako)... nag LUCKY 9 kaming laro sa cards... kung sinong matalo, tatagay.... nung una  lagi akong lucky... nung mejo huli na, tumatagay naren ako... may dumadaya ata sa akin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;nandoon ang mga high school kaberks ko... hindi man kumpleto, napakasaya ko at nakita ko silang muli... aalis na kasi si monica for good.... nandon ang buo niyang pamilya sa ibang bansa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;pero hindi yan ang pinakadahilan kung bakit ako nagbblog.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;maga ang mata ko sa kakaiyak minutes ago.... i had one of the biggest fights with someone.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;NAGKAMALI NANAMAN AKO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;SAWANG SAWA NA AKO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mali nga ba ako? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;pakiramdam ko, masyado ko na talagang pinaniwalaang masama nga talaga akong tao....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I AM JUST A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT WHEN I AM AROUND THIS CERTAIN PERSON....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ang bigat ng pakiramdam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ayan.... habang nagtatayp eh nagpupumilit nanamang tumulo ang luha ko.... tama na please..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i've humiliated myself enough in front of that person....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;the biggest TANTRUM i've ever had... i never had any tantrums when i was a kid.... i was always the good girl... the quiet one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;dala lang ba ng alcohol sa katawan ko???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;HINDE... maayos pa ko mag-isip.... i know exactly the words i said kanina......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Pwede ba... kahit minsan sa buhay mo.... kahit minsan lang.... wag mo namang tingnan yung masamang side ko.... alam mo, OK naman ako eh.... ang panget ng term noh? "OKEY" lang ako... magaling nako sa ibang bagay, pero alam ko dito hinde... pero please.... the next time na magkita tayo... itry mo lang... nagmamakaawa ako.... mabuti naman akong tao.... mabait naman ako.... "OK" naman akong tao.... try mo lang tingnan.... kahit minsan, wag mo namang isiping mali ako, kahit minsan lang... wag naman puro kamalian ko ang makita mo...nagmamakaawa ako..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I want to let go.... why am i in this damned situation??? i'll never be good enough.... i am never good enough....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i am the worst that you will ever have....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;no one can have me... ever again... if i'm this bad.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i believe that i am not worthy of any love from the opposite sex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ang sabi nila, MANHID daw ako....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;is this the image na pinanghahawakan ko since noon pa? since highschool.... people call me that because i never cry.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I NEVER SHOW MY TEARS TO ANYONE... then they'd say i'm MANHID...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i grew up believing that i'm MANHID to your feelings.... to your needs....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;bakit? IS IT ME? Or dahil yun yung paniniwala mo sa akin, kaya yun narin ang kinalakihan ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;OK naman ako ah..... Kilalanin mo ako, you'll see that i can be sweet.... i can do the things na ineexpect mo sa akin....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;What's wrong with me? Ako ba talaga ang may mali....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Mukha na akong tanga sa pagtatantrums ko kanina.....  sumisigaw ng parang bata... binabato lahat ng gamit na hawak ko sa kanya.... sinasaktan... kinakalmot.... violence... pure violence....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ALCOHOL lang ba ito?? may tama na ba ako? hinde.... nasa tamang pag-iisip pa ako.... nagbblog ako eh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Can't you see that i can be who you want me to be? pinangungunahan mo lang ng kakaenumerate ng mga mali ko evrytime na magkikita tayo.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;because of my PRIDE, i always think that i'm right, i'm the boss.... wag mo kong didiktahan.... ayoko ng ganun eh..... gagawin ko ang gusto ko..... just let me do what i want to do.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;wag mo naman akong maliitin at sabihin na wala akong kwenta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wala ka kasing kwenta!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ilang beses ko  nang naririnig yan sa isang tao.... sinabi niya yan with full conviction as if it's the most proper thing to say at that moment...or for all eternity... as if that person will never be wrong again for saying such cruel words.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ngayon, pati tuloy ako napaniwalang wala nga akong kwenta.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;hindi ko naren maintindihan... saan na ba ako lulugar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i feel that i'll never be happy again....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;nandito parin yung luha ko.... nagpupumilit na bumagsak......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;mga masasakit na salita, hanggang ngayon naririnig ko pa rin sa tenga ko....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;wla nga ba akong kwenta???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ALAK lang ba to?? kailangan ko lang ibuhos yung bigat na nararamdaman ko ngayon....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;bakit ba kailangan mapunta ako sa kumplikadong sitwasyon? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ano bang humahadlang sa akin para hindi raw makinig??? para hindi raw sumunod man lang.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;natatakot ako sa sagot.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;nagbago na nga ba ako???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;o sinasabi niyo lang yan???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;maski ako naguguluhan....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;putek. ang hirap ng walang masabihan ng ganito eh.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;it's so not me to share these kind of things to someone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;See?? PRIDE nanaman pinapairal ko......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Alam ko, mamaya OK na ako....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;kinailangan ko lang ilabas to..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I almost gave up.... one part of me wished that i could've let it happen... another part said "no you won't".....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ASO'T PUSA.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;hanggang kelan ba to???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;napapagod ka na ba??? pagod naren ako... pls lang....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;ano bang gagawin ko???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;stop blaming me for everything.... maybe then, i'll stop blaming myself too....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;shet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new; font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-3031457669185530908?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/3031457669185530908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=3031457669185530908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/3031457669185530908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/3031457669185530908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/08/alak.html' title='ALAK'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-4210104401705642451</id><published>2007-08-02T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:34:58.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BABIES EVERYWHERE...!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;HAPPY BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No. I'm not writing about a "happy" baby talaga. Kaya ganyan ay dahil sa kuya ko at ang girlfriend niyang nagngangalang: HAPI. magkakaroon na sila ng baby. PFFT. Bitter pa rin ako. Di pa siguro talaga tanggap na magkakaroon na ng ASAWA ang kuya ko. Lalo na at si HAPI yon. OK naman siya as a person. pero.... basta..... there are some issues na next time ko na ieexplain. Kung may next time pa.  Baby Happy. Kuya Happy. Hapi Happy. Everyone Happy. Me Happy?Ewan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*******************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CIELO AND NEIL'S BABY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Si Cielo Timbol at Neil Perez ang dalawa kong prof dito sa UST. Well, you know the story... they fell inlove under one roof of our Faculty. Then They got married. Then may BABY na!! Yey!!! we visited them last Tuesday sa &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;MCU sa may MONUMENTO&lt;/span&gt;, during our thesis blues galore... Masaya at kakaiba ang feeling ng pagbisita namin sa kanya. Ngayon lang ata ako nakaexperience ng talagang nalapitan ko ang isang bagong kapanganak na baby. At hindi lang yon, they let us watch yung whole process ng &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;GIVING BIRTH OF MA'AM CIELO (sa LAPTOP nila)&lt;/span&gt;. wow!!! I've never seen anything like it!!! nakikita ko lang sa TV at movies ang mga ganon eh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We saw the whole process talaga. Yung nakahiga si Ma'am, unconscious dahil sa anesthesia (tama ba spelin?) at may mga doctor at mga nurses na nakapalibot sa kanya. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;CEASARIAN&lt;/span&gt; si ma'am by the way. Nakakatakot talaga. With all the blood and all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hanggang ngayon pag naaalala ko eh parang sumasakit din ang BIKINI LINE ko... hehe... yun yung hinihiwa sa mga ceasarian diba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero i was really amazed. While i was watching yung video wala akong ibang sinabi kundi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"SOSYAL!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"AMAZING!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"WOW....ANG GALING..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;habang si nikki manlulo ay halos hindi makatingin... hehehe... kasama ko nga pala sina EJ, JOHN at NIKKI.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang cute ni &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;BABY AYESHA&lt;/span&gt;.... sosyal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**********************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HOT BABY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eto naman ay baby nila &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATE MATET PERDICES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Alumni ng Artistang Artlets...tama ba? Alumni? Alumna?tever..) at ang kanyang uber hot na husband na si &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUYA CARLO/ CALOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kaya naman HOT BABY. coz they are both hot, that couple. combination ba naman ng isnag napakagandang babae katulad ni Ate Matet at isang lalaking ubod ng guapo eh.... pambihira.... &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;KE GUAPO NG ANAK NILA GRABEH&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kanina lang namin nakita dito sa may &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UST HOSPITAL&lt;/span&gt;. mestiso ang baby nila. ABA! magulat tayong lahat kung hindi mestiso yun... eh ang puti ni Ate Matet at Kuya Carlo hano....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Grabeh... Baby pa lang may future na... pwedeng mag artista. kitang kita mo talagang nagmana sa guapong tatay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pasenxa. hindi talaga ako makaget over kay baby nila. I forgot the name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sosyal. parang kailan lang ay nakakasama namin lagi si ate matet sa AA. ngayon, isa na siyang &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;MOTHERHOOD&lt;/span&gt;. I'm so proud of her, na hanggang ngayon ay &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;IDOLO ko sa AA&lt;/span&gt;. Sa pag-arte and all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*****************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Oh diba.. ang daming babies ngayon. cute naman. Ahihihihi.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-4210104401705642451?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/4210104401705642451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=4210104401705642451' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/4210104401705642451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/4210104401705642451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/08/babies-everywhere.html' title='BABIES EVERYWHERE...!!!'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-4030086391423334855</id><published>2007-08-02T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T15:04:35.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THESIS BLUES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ewan kung anong meron sa aming grupo pero bakit kaya up to now eh hindi kami gaanong umuusad patungong kaunlaran. ano nga bang meron sa amin? TAMAD ba kami? ENGOTS ba kami? Oh sadyang wala talaga ang puso namin sa aming mga ginagawa? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;nabigyan kami ng isang ADVISER na kinaiinggitan ng karamihan... Si &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;SIR KANE CHOA&lt;/span&gt;. magaling siya. mahusay na propesor. metikoloso sa mga bagay bagay. kaya naman laking frustration nang aming nalamang we have to change/ revise our thesis na tungkol sa POLITICAL ADS. i don't wanna go into details na kung tungkol saan ang aming thesis. basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Noong tuesday, July 31, wala kaming pasok so my group (Ako, Nicole Manlulo at EJ Mallari) ay nagdesisyong dito namin gagawin ang aming thesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Should we...or should we not  change our thesis?... That is the question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero ateng, isang buong araw na ata kaming nakatunganga sa kawalan (sa library) pero parang walang nangyayari... I feel stupid and worthless  tuloy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Buti na lang at mag-oovernyt kami that night kina Nicole. Only to find out na wala rin pala halos kaming nagawang productive. So much for the effort na mag overnight and all. At least masarap ang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;SINIGANG NA BABOY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sa kanilang bahay. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh Diyos ko, ano po bang gagawin namin? Hindi ako mapakali sa tuwing iniisip kong baka wala kaming magawang thesis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eh eto pa man din ang GATEWAY to our GRADUATION.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bakit nga kaya? pwede bang wla na lang thesis? Maaari nga bang daanan mo yung apat o limang taon sa kolehiyo na hindi pagdadaanan ang thesis? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ano bang meron sa thesis na yan? Lintek. edi sana lahat na lang ng LEKSYON ay ginawang PRACTICAL lahat. Pano ba naman kasi, sinasabi nilang "Yan ang application ng lahat ng mga natutunan mo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Aba! PAKSHET! Magagamit ko ba ang &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"MARRIAGE and FAMILY"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na subject namin ngayon jan sa sinasabing THESIS na yan? Marahil magagamit ko pa sya sa totoong buhay, 5-10 years from now. Pero hindi naman siya applicable sa Thesis namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ang &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;TV PRODUCTION&lt;/span&gt; ba (na paborito kong subject noong ako'y 3rd yr) ay magagamit namin per se dito sa thesis namin? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ang basehan ba ay ang pagkuha mo ng &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sa defense niyo on FEBRUARY/ MARCH next year, 2008? Eh kung naibagsak mo ang thesis pero OK ka naman sa ibang mga subjects, does it mean na hindi mo naiapply ang lahat ng mga napag-aralan mo? Like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;WORLD LITERATURE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;SCRIPTWRITING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;RADIO PRODUCTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;PHILIPPINE GOVERNMENT CONSTITUTION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;SPEECH (something...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;PHOTOGRAPHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;INTEGRATED MARKETING COMMUNICATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PUBLIC RELATIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333399;"&gt;ETHICS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;LOGIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;PHILOSOPHY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;ART APPRECIATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.....marami pa... hindi ko na matandaan ang iba....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;at shempre,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;SPANISH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! paborito kong subject dahil crush ko yung professor (Senyor Fernando Ramos... Haaaayyyyy...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ayun na nga. pambihira. kaya ko lang siguro sinasabi to dahil tae-tae ang aming thesis ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, wala akong magagawa. ako'y isnag hamak na estudyante lamang na sumusunod sa mga nakatataas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pag sinabing: &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"GET 1 WHOLE SHEET OF YELLOW PAD, MAY SURPRISE QUIZ!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ako naman itong si diligent student na puro reklamo pero manghihingi ng papel sa kabilang dulo ng classroom at walang magagwa kundi ang sumunod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TSK. TSK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;BUHAY ESTUDYANTE. THESIS BLUES. SCHOOL BLUES. BLUES CLUES. EKLAVUS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-4030086391423334855?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/4030086391423334855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=4030086391423334855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/4030086391423334855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/4030086391423334855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/08/thesis-blues.html' title='THESIS BLUES'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-959570519461806150</id><published>2007-07-30T12:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T12:15:21.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mind-Haunters, Fuck-off!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have this thought in my mind na hindi ko matanggal. It's a forbidden thought. Na noo'y naiisip ko madalas. Tapos I strived hard to forget, then succeded... Then it came back and haunted me again. How do i tell that "thing" to fuck off! Ayoko nang matorture all over again. i've had my dilemmas before. Ayoko nang bumalik muli doon sa kulungang minsa'y natakasan ko na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Stop coming back to me. I don't need things that i really don't need at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm glad i'm still sane. This sanity would keep my feet on the ground, my brain in my head and my soul in my body.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kasi kapag hinde, i'd wander around like a lost soul nanaman na hindi alam ang gagawin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRUSTRATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; all over again. Please Lord, I don't wanna get back to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-959570519461806150?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/959570519461806150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=959570519461806150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/959570519461806150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/959570519461806150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/07/mind-haunters-fuck-off.html' title='Mind-Haunters, Fuck-off!'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-5515285665125846157</id><published>2007-07-30T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T12:02:37.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Bash of Jaymarie.... Ratatouille later on..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Nagkaroon ng birthday bash ang isa sa pinakamalapit kong gay friends sa &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;BackChickBoys&lt;/span&gt;, si &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;JAYMAR CASTRO&lt;/span&gt; noong HULYO 28, 2007. also known as Jaymarie, Jaymariebelle, Jaymaru, Jaymaruja, Jaymaricon, Jaymarieton. nag saya niya talaga. Effort pa ang pagpunta ko doon dahil nakacommit na ako sa ibang bagay. Labag man sa kalooban ko'y hinindian ko si ate jaymar. Pero sa pagkakataon nga naman'y biglang nakapunta ako. ipinilit ko talaga sa schedule ko yon. Ganon ko siya kamahal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;First time niyang magpapunta ng friends sa kanyang pad (sosyal). pero i feel very privileged pagkat ako ang kaunaunahang nakapunta sa kanyang apartment noon pa. ang ganda ate. may roof top siya. isa siyang malaking building na may I-bank sa ibaba. Pinakataas ang humble abode ni ate. ang lamig nga doon eh. at maganda rin ang floor, marmol, parang pangmayaman. ok din ang CR, malaki, pwede kang magballroom sa loob. Nung naligo nga ko, nag ballet ako eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Overnight itey kaya naman ultimate bonding experience ang drama naming lahat. Inuman. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Gilbey's Vodka at Red Horse&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;1:00 am, LOVE TALKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;2:00 am,   SEX TALKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;3:00 am, KISSING GAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;4:00am, DO YOUR OWN GAME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;o diba may schedule pa. pero nakaabot lang ako sa love and sex talks dahil natulog nako ng mga 3:30 am. ewan kung natuloy pa ang kissing and do ur own games. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;hayon, napakwento isa-isa ng kanikanilang mga buhay pag-ibig at buhay keme. Bawal ang tumanggi pag ikaw ang nasa hot-seat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;shempre ba, nagtanong nanaman sila ng century-years-old na &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"John Moran Issue"&lt;/span&gt; all over again. pambihira. Since 1st year college, dito sa prestihiyosong Artistang Artlets, ay lagi na lamang kaming naiissue niyang mokong na yan. yun siguro ang dahilan kung bakit naging sobrang close kaming dalawa. kung anumang mga issues ang ibinibintang sa amin, ay sa amin na lamang yon... sa aming dalawa lang...naks very showbuzz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yah. and the sex talks too. Shempre nasabi ko ang mga pantasya ko sa buhay. Sex in the Library. In the jungle with the animals. In the terminal ng airport. Public CR. any Public place. nakalimutan ko pa atang banggitin na pantasya ko ang sex and violence ba. Yung tipong may bugbugan muna bago pleasure. yung tipong may mga leather, blindfolds and latigo effect pa. hahahahaha! sadista at masochista ako eh. Pero shempre, ang lahat ng yan ay pantasya lamang. someday, baka mailathala ko yang mga storyang yan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;pero as of now, hanggang pantasya na lang. pft. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Napag-usapan din ang long time boyfriend na si aj. napunta ang topic sa &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;"Find or Wait for Love?"&lt;/span&gt; Sosyal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Well, next time na ang kumplikadong lovestory ng buhay ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Chichirya galore kami that night. ambagan ng pera shempre. Buti nga at nagdala si Mimi Chu ng yellow cab pizza. siya lang naman ang pinakamayaman sa aming UBE. chinese eh. Si Mimi &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Chu pa&lt;/span&gt;!! BastooooOOOoooOOoossss.... (isipin niyo kung bakit).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;*************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;That day ay nanood din ako ng &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"RATATOUILLE"&lt;/span&gt; (pronounced as: rat-a-too-ee)  sa Eastwood noong sunday with aj. Grabe itong movie nato. One of the best!!! walang humpay kang tatawa talaga. This is my next favorite movie sa Finding Nemo (na ilang beses ko nang napanood ay naiiyak parin ako). Pero para sa mga takot at nandidiri sa daga katulad ng kaibigan kong miyembro din ng BackChickBoys sa Artistang Artlets na si Edgar Joseph Mallari, baka hindi niya makayanan. although super kukyut ng mga daga doon sa movie, eh baka hindi na muna siya makakain ng mabuti ng ilang araw dahil may mga eksena doon kung saan eh daan daang daga ang nagmistulang mga chef at nagluluto sa isang high end restoran sa France. Kung ikaw ba naman eh, pag nalaman mong yung dish na pagkasarap sarap eh luto pala ng sandamakmak na daga, hindi ka ba naman masusuka ng buo-buo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Pero it was really a great movie. Pang pamilya talaga. bibili nga ako ng dibidi sa quiapo niyan eh. at papanoorin ko ng paulit ulit. pipti peysos lang naman eh. yes to piracy talaga ako!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-5515285665125846157?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/5515285665125846157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=5515285665125846157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/5515285665125846157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/5515285665125846157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday-bash-of-jaymarie-ratatouille.html' title='Birthday Bash of Jaymarie.... Ratatouille later on..'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-2357662760794146166</id><published>2007-07-29T21:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T21:27:42.568+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paghihintay. Paghahanap. Pakshet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bakit kapag nakuha mo na ang isang bagay, ang dami mo pang hinihiling? You really can't please everyone noh? Parang i have everything that i'll ever need na... ano pa bang hinahanap ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat hindi na ako naghahanap pa ng iba. Mali yon. Alam ko, at this point, mali siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May dumating sa buhay ko noon na hindi ko inakalang mangyayari. parang fairy tale lang. Edi ang saya saya diba. Parang smooth sailing ang lahat. Sa mahigit apat na pahina ng storya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang korning love song lang ba. Pero may kilig. May kiliti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unti-unti na atang may ibang nagsusulat sa pahina ng storyang binabasa ko pa lang. Para bang nagvavandal ng walang kalaban-laban.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakshet. Eh hindi ko namamalayang, napupuno na ng mga doodles yung librong yun. Hinayaan ko lang na madumihan. Pero nasiyahan naman ako kasi para bang naentertain ako ng lubos sa mga pa-kyut na drawings and sketches. Sa tuwing binabasa ko, nagiging masaya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh ang kaso nga... mali... mali yon kasi hindi naman yon ang original na istorya. Pampagulo lang. Kaya dapat nang burahin ang mga doodles na nakasulat. Hindi naman kailangan kasi yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasayo na nga ang lahat, humihiling ka pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng prof ko sa Art Appreciation ata yon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-size: 130%;"&gt;"DESIRE ends in POSSESSION."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Sosyal. OO nakuha ko na dati ang gustong-gusto ko. Pero ganun pala ata yun noh. When you desire something at alam mong hindi mo ito makukuha, para bang sorta highest form of loving that something na rin yon. kasi you're not asking anything in return. you are simply desiring that thing na halos para sayo ay wala nang makapapantay pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pero, pag nakuha mo na, oh edi ang saya saya diba. Pero since that is no longer a DESIRE, wala na. parang nag-fade na yung great feeling of desiring something because you already POSSESSED that desire. Actually nagkaroon ka pa ng great sense of frustration kasi sa mga expectations na hindi naman pala nameet ng dati mong desire. lungkot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Naalala ko tuloy tong kantang itey:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 0); font-family: verdana;"&gt; JUST MY IMAGINATION&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; Gwyneth Paltrow &amp; Babyface&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Each day through my window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I watch him as he passes by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;I say to myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; I'm so lucky he's so fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To have a boy like him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt; Is truly a dream come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;Out of all the girlies in the world  He belongs to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Yan ang paborito kong stanza sa kantang yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anong koneksyon? Eh yun na nga. Why can't people just settle down. kailangan ba talagang laging maghanap at maghanap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Bakit ako? May dumating na dilemma sa storya ko, edi yun nga, ang gulo-gulo tuloy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Paano mo buburahin ang mga pangyayaring pilit na isinulat na ng tadhana sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Tadhana nga ba ang dumidikta ng lahat ng mga yan. O excuse ko lang ba ito para wala akong sisihin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Ewan. tanong mo sa buwan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-2357662760794146166?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/2357662760794146166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=2357662760794146166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/2357662760794146166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/2357662760794146166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/07/paghihintay-paghahanap-pakshet.html' title='Paghihintay. Paghahanap. Pakshet.'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-3048410396469296915</id><published>2007-07-19T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T13:20:12.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FROM GAY DREAMS AND ROMANCE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;GAY DREAMS AND SEX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I had the weirdest dream last night... i dreamt about one of my closest gay friends...having sex with one of my closest girl friends... It gives me the creeps just thinkin' about it... they we're doing it on the bed with me beside them!!!! i was just observing them while they're doing their thing... what the f*ck does that mean???!!!  My gay friend is so gay, the thought of "pe*p*k" would make him shiver with disgust. For him, the opposite sex is nothing but an equal to him, his girly girl friends. Then this girl friend of mine is on top of gay friends as if enjoying every bit of the task. Gay friend, as i can remember, seems to be liking the feeling too. Uuuuggghhh. But i definitely don't like the scene....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;********************** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;THE MOST ROMANTIC OLD COUPLE I'VE EVER KNOWN&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had this professor when i was in 1st year (or was it 2nd?) in college. She was really, really old..... recently (like just last year, i think), i found out that she has a husband, dito rin sa faculty namin... I became fond of observing them. You see, nakita kong sinasamahan lagi ni Grandpa si professor Grandma sa class na tuturuan ni Granny. He would make sure na nakapasok na si Granny sa classroom and all. But that's not all, hindi pa aalis si Granpa sa labas ng classroom. He would just wait there until Granny and her class would say their prayer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In the name of the Father..... and of the Son....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang weird! si Grandpa, nakikidasal sa labas ng classroom! nakikisign of the cross din siya... then pray as if kasama siya sa loob ng classroom...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and of the Holy Spirit... Amen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amen narin si lolo. Tapos narin siya magdasal katulad nila.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;After few seconds of being assured that Grandma is OK, he'll leave na.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then one time, I saw Granpa again, with full efforts (iika-ika na kasing maglakad), slowly walked at the corridors, as if surveying all the classrooms. He'd peek at each classroom as if he's searching for someone. Buong corridor nilakad niya. Then at the end of the hall, sa last classroom, pagkasilip niya, i saw he was relieved, nandon pala ang hinahanap niya. After that, he didn't even knock on the door, 'cause i thought he was looking for someone nga. Instead, he just left then went back to where he came from, sa kabilang dulo ulit ng corridor. Nagtaka ako. i went to the classroom na pinuntahan niya, and there she was! Si Grandma! So.... was Grandpa just checking if Granny was OK? or did he miss her so much that he went there to take a quick peek at her loving wife? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also saw them walking towards the elevator just now. Like a gentleman he was, pinauna niya si Granny maglakad (lagi yun.... pinapauna niya laging maglakad si Grandma). Nung pasakay na sila sa elevator, inalalayan pa ni Grandpa si Granny sumakay (yung parang hinawakan niya yung likod for assurance na nandito lang ako...). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ilang beses ko nang nakikitang nangyayari yun. They're the sweetest old couple i know. Well, besides my parents, of course. But they're not that old (baka benggahin ako ng mga yun..). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayun. I just wanna share. Haayy. Would i ever have a husband like that? Even if i get crinkly and shrinkly old, he'd still be madly inlove with me? That everyday is *kilig* day for us even if uugud-ugod na kami... wow. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Takte. May magtatagal kaya na lalaking mamahalin ako ng ganun sa ugali kong ito? parang Dragon. Nakakatakot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-3048410396469296915?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/3048410396469296915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=3048410396469296915' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/3048410396469296915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/3048410396469296915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/07/from-gay-dreams-and-romance.html' title='FROM GAY DREAMS AND ROMANCE'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-97519238413185319</id><published>2007-07-18T09:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T09:55:47.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Baby in the House</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    Yep. You got that right. Magkakaroon na kami ng bagong baby!!!! I don't think i should put any smileys in this blog entry.  Sino bang magkaka-baby? Who else but my dearest &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;ONLY BROTHER&lt;/span&gt; in the family. With whom? Kanino pa... edi sa &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;GIRLFRIEND&lt;/span&gt; niya for 6 years... Then why do i sound so rude? Coz i really don't like his girlfriend, that's a fact. Ask my other two sisters, they'd probably answer the same way. Well, in all fairness, she's OK as a person, i think. but as THE Girlfriend, nah, i don't think so. She's got this air of bitchiness (as if i'm not a bitch..hehe) that i really don't like at all. We call her different names... which i bother not to write... masyadong masama... oh what the heck, we sometimes call her: "pango", "malandi", "sarat", "bisaklat"... the list would go on and on.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Why do i feel so bitter? I knew this would happen from the start.. it's inevitable... was it an accident? i dunno... was it planned? maybe... or maybe, just maybe &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"PINIKOT NIYA ANG KUYA KO" &lt;/span&gt;to get what she wants... maybe it really was her intention to get herself pregnant with my brother so she could finally tie her slimy rope on my bro's neck...  Boo-hooo... That was so not right. Maybe i'm just being all PROTECTIVE with my brother and all that. Well, that's me. I may look like the girl who doesn't give a damn, but no, i do care. He's my brother after all. and i love him to death.... I grew up listening to him play his guitar, asking me "Ok ba? maganda ba? ayos ba yung tunog?" what should i know? i'm just a kid back then... shempre tuwang tuwa naman akong sasabihing "OO, ayos, kuya! Galing!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    that's the reason why i like guys who can play the guitar, because of my bro's influence on me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    going back to pango...este...The Girl... There has been so many issues here in the house... we talk about "The Issue" as if it was taboo. But being a happy family and all, we sometimes (or most of the time) just laugh it off. That's us. Mga pinoy talaga, pag may problema, tinatawanan na lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    It was Ok with my parents (sorta..). They can't do anything about it naman eh. alangan namang ibalik nila ang panahon.. at pigilan nila yung dalawa na gawin yun... haha... Shempre ba, my mother, being a DRAGON and all, pinagalitan niya rin si kuya because of the "Wedding Issues"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    About the wedding, ang prinsipyo ko nga, &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"HINDI SOLUSYON ANG PAGPAPAKASAL PAG NABUNTIS ANG BABAE"&lt;/span&gt;... paano kung hindi naman pala sila handa? Edi san din patungo yun? sa hiwalayan! Haaaayyyyyyyyyyy.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;    I better stop this muna.... I'm going to school.... i don't wanna think about this baby, this wedding issue..... Later, dude....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-97519238413185319?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/97519238413185319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=97519238413185319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/97519238413185319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/97519238413185319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-baby-in-house.html' title='New Baby in the House'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-6196641520407597087</id><published>2007-07-17T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T18:40:01.929+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='art appreciation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='philosophy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='logic'/><title type='text'>WHERE AM I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here's my homework for one of our subjects, Art Appreciation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;WHERE AM I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;    If I’m going to answer that question to myself, I’d probably say “you’re right here in your brother’s room, using his PC, surfing the net, and doing this homework for tomorrow”. But I’d probably irritate my professor with such a silly answer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What’s weird is that how come I reacted with such exaggeration when our professor gave us this question, “where am I?” Isn’t it simple and short that once asked, you could easily answer it? No, not really. I reacted rather violently because when our professor gave us the question, wheels in my head started turning. Asking follow-up questions such as, “What does he mean by that? Does he mean where we are literally? Where we live, what we do? Does he mean where we are in the most philosophical, logical way?” But he said it’s up to us to answer the question.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where am I, really? Why is this so hard for me to answer? Maybe I really don’t know where I am. Am I just a small being in this vast universe I am part of? Would anyone even care if I exist or not even exist in the first place? I guess I’m here in this world as a human being, as a girl, or as a woman 20 years of age. I’ve been here all my life, in my country, the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Philippines&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, for as long as I’ve known how to say “mama” and “papa”. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ah! Maybe the reason why I’m having a difficult time to write this, is that the question may be related to other questions such as “WHO AM I?” or “WHAT AM I?”. When I think of answering the question “where am I?”, I can’t help but answer in such a way that I have to tell you my nature as a person. I think that’s the only way for me to answer where I really am. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Would my status in life affect where I am right now? Yes, I think it would. Right now I can tell you that besides being a 4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; year Communication Arts student in the Pontifical and Royal Catholic University of Santo Tomas, I am also a lover of the arts. Theater, that is. If I haven’t been in this school, I would not be included in this prestigious organization, Artistang Artlets, of our Faculty. If I hadn’t been studying, I’d probably be at home or somewhere else doing the things that would make me happy, but not permanently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I belong to a near-perfect-but-not-too-perfect family so I was brought up to be a good girl (yes, how true…). My parents taught all the values I need like saying “po” and “opo” to my elders and so on. They entered me in an exclusive-for-girls school run by nuns, which again bombarded me with values such as simplicity, humility and austerity. Then came college life. And here I am, faced with home works such as these. So, again, does that imply where I am right now? Slightly yes, but not quite clearly again. You see, I told you I can’t help but write all the things about me, when in fact; the question is just “where am I?”! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;“Hindi ko na alam kung saan ako lulugar!”&lt;/i&gt; I’ve said that so many times after having a fight with someone significant in my life. I’ve never given any thought about the line, but as I am typing this, I realized that I can put so much meaning in it. A person is not certain where he would place himself in some situation that would arise. As for me, this line signifies that kind of situation. In times of confusions, most of the time, I only rely on myself believing that I can stand on my own, without the help of other people. But I was wrong. There are times that I have to confide in others so that they could bring me out of my misery. Now I can finally find myself again with other people’s help. If in any case, I’ve let myself gloom over my life or in any situation, then I’d be lost. I won’t be able to find myself, not unless I help myself or let others lend their assistance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Confusion often arises when we can’t understand or decide what we really want. Because of this, we let others intentionally or unintentionally get involved in this condition. The problem that usually occurs is asking whose fault is it. By trying desperately to please yourself, you’ve in turn, done worse for the others. Because some people just can’t think straight. I think I’m one of them…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If life is just a straight line during the course of its cycle, then maybe people would know exactly where they are. But no, life is not a straight line. It’s a series of loops that you won’t know where it will lead you in the end. And for that, there’s no certainty where you stand, where you really are. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;If I ask God where I am, maybe finally I can concretely, precisely, accurately and specifically answer the question. Being a religious girl and all, I do believe that only God knows the answer of where we really are. Maybe he’ll answer, &lt;i style=""&gt;“You are my child, you are Marchella, and you are there because I created you. You will finish your college there in UST, then have a great career, a family, then get really old, die in your sleep, then go here in heaven. This is where you’ll be, but right now, be happy that I’ve placed you right where you should be&lt;/i&gt;.” Hmmm… That would be nice. But what if, without being blasphemous, God isn’t there to answer my questions, then what exactly would I answer?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.5in; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Where am I? I am exactly where I should be. I am here for a purpose, and that purpose is to live. Not just live, but to live my life to its fullest. Why do I live? I live because a Higher Being made it possible for me to live. I’ll live my life not with myself, but with other people. Living with other people puts meaning in my life. I’d have to deal with challenges that I have to face alone or with the people I trust most. These experiences will make me stronger as a person. My quest in life, of finding meaning in life, would be a continuous journey until the day I die and move on to the next one.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;You see, after asking my self the question “where am I”, I’ve let you in, to peek a little of my life. To see who I am. I guess those two questions: “who am I” and “where am I” are both related. I simply can’t answer the other without answering the other also. Confusing. But true…on my side, that is.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&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/3352332450679521801-6196641520407597087?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/6196641520407597087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=6196641520407597087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/6196641520407597087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/6196641520407597087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-am-i.html' title='WHERE AM I?'/><author><name>mUnChKiNs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14818272530481504506</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/72/99/6539927/429190869m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352332450679521801.post-5003107971096315351</id><published>2007-07-17T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:46:33.599+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artistang artlets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First Time Blogger!!! Yipeeee....!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow. Astig. It's my first time to write in a blog. I'm so excited. Is this goodbye to my old journals? Huhuhuhu.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just realized that I have to keep up with our techy world. I just can't write everyday in my journals anymore. You know naman... Busy sa college... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you know what, I used to imagine what if i've written all my thoughts in my blogs and then there would come a time that all technology, computers would get corrupted or whatever. Then all files would be lost... just like what happened in Die Hard 4 (have u watched that movie? it's great!)... Then i'd be so frustrated... I'd get old not having all those memories written down or recorded somewhere. That's one of my fears actually. Fear of forgetting. Don't you have that feeling too? That you want to remember the exact feeling, the exact situation, the exact words said, the exact actions done... But you can't, because it's not that clear anymore. You haven't recorded any of it... You're getting old... without remembering...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways,  I'm in my 4th year college now. Ang bilis ng panahon sobra!!! One minute i was just on my 1st day in college, then another minute I'm busy doing thesis with my group! How could that be? Haaaayyyy.... I'm gonna miss college for sure... I'll miss my professors (yeah sure)... my classmates... the bitch girls i hate... my crushes.... my org.... especially my org! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ARTISTANG ARTLETS!!! if it wasn't for this organization, i'd probably be a dead kid... bahay, school... bahay, school... bahay, school... would i find that fun? definitely not!!! I'm not used to being that dull... Haaayyyy AA, my dear AA!!!! This is our last year na!!! Huhuhuhu....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey... enough about this... this is just a trial anyways... i gotta do my homework pa... o diba... buhay estudiante nga naman oh... saya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352332450679521801-5003107971096315351?l=diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/feeds/5003107971096315351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3352332450679521801&amp;postID=5003107971096315351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/5003107971096315351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352332450679521801/posts/default/5003107971096315351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwatanglalahon.blogspot.com/2007/07/first-time-blogger-yipeeee.html' title='First Time Blogger!!! 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