<?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-7609450</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:15:20.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jose did this</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-115686327411870059</id><published>2006-08-29T06:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T07:54:34.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;BRING THE BEAT BACK. TUNTUNTUNUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so im starting to get impolite and i dont know why, i know its not good but i still do it and that gives me the very bad impression of being an ass. i only care about nothing and what am i talking about right now is whimsical and get out. NOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i totally feel annoyed of what he did. and eventhough it wasnt me who he is talking about, im still annoyed. but im pretty sure he is referring to me so yeah you suck. ghhad. i hate you. &lt;strong&gt;pambihira &lt;/strong&gt;- an overused term which i want to describe how fucking sucker he is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PRELIMS WEEK. ive got some dose of the bitch yesterday. i hate my professor in histo so does in my phy ana lab. they look like a bitch and trying to teach some real shit lessons and both of them are not worth of my time. &lt;em&gt;as if may&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;connection.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what every single thing happened last friday is so moron not until we got to ice monster. pizzzass and tooth-aching-diabetes activating-brain freezing-hyperventilating brownie fudges, mango ice and some monster names i cant fucking remember. we left around 8:30pm and some loser stole sam's umbrella. &lt;em&gt;kakatangal lang kaya ng plastic nun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 230px" height="283" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/25zmjhw.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and also last sunday, when i saw him even in that short span of time-- chris tiu is still sooo hot in those 3 points shot, defense [his weakness], and oh my god smile. i can still remember when my as if hot guys classmate in high school always tell me "chris tiu nanaman! cheer mo naman school natin". eh xavier siya dba?&lt;em&gt; san juan interschool basketball days.&lt;/em&gt; cute din kapatid nya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh shit, he's so ugly. i swear to death.&lt;/span&gt; i mean it.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;he's so jologs and seriously, he needs some fixing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's this two fugly girls in school. they're panget and they're not sexy but they think of themselves as the latter and i dont get it. why? what i only know is the color of their hair which is not natural as usual. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="283" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/25zmt6v.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="283" src="http://i6.tinypic.com/25zmtjp.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="283" src="http://i7.tinypic.com/25znifb.jpg" width="301" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="283" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/25znjhj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 349px; HEIGHT: 252px" height="283" src="http://i5.tinypic.com/25znl95.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shitman.multiply.com/photos/album/88"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my sister's birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;for more, click the link.&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/7609450-115686327411870059?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115686327411870059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115686327411870059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115686327411870059' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i7.tinypic.com/25zmjhw_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-115599053364803309</id><published>2006-08-19T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T05:32:07.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES NO YES NO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 249px;" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/24z9oqf.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;first it was yes, then it was no, then it was yes again. im starting to get dizzy.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive been thinking about a lot lately. damn that biostat, the nmat review im planning to get this sembreak, and some pathetic problem that got into me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the things that happened yesterday was sooo good. my teacher is mad at me because my phone rang and she wants me to go out but i didnt and that made me scared  seriously. i have a terrible grade in my histology lab. and ive got the worst feelings for my biostat. and and, ive waited for 2 hours just so i could take a cab. got home around 9pm. whats up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 279px;" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/24zadyw.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you think something's wrong with me? raarr. i dont wanna even talk about it. okay so i was introduced to this guy, a cute guy but an inch smaller than me, a cute guy with a nice smile and good and oh so good voice, had the most terrible line i ever heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..: oh kilala mo na sila dba? si... si.. si..&lt;br /&gt;him: ah oo. pero teka.. ano na nga ulit name mo? angel?&lt;br /&gt;..: hala.. anong angel? sirangulo ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;him: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nde, mukha kasi syang angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;me: ang baduy mo ah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh sino naman ngayon ang hindi matutuwa sa sinasabi ng taong ito sayo? hahaha. seriosuly, ive got the hots for him. seriously....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 373px; height: 249px;" src="http://i8.tinypic.com/24zahaa.jpg" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-115599053364803309?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115599053364803309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115599053364803309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115599053364803309' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i8.tinypic.com/24z9oqf_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-115410339662267895</id><published>2006-07-28T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T10:03:07.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IM SO SORRY.. HAHA NDE KO LANG TALAGA MAPIGILAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy 1:&lt;/span&gt; hahaha....hindi kaya ng normal na shade yon noh...luluwa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl 1:&lt;/span&gt; ano ba? ang panget nyan ah? yung backpack sa mata nagpapa-hablot na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ehem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;sobra naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl 1: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;isara na nga at sayang sa space ng computer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy 1:&lt;/span&gt; long hair, ugly face, big shades, negra, and color kalawang hair, parang squatter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; probinsyanong squatter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;boy 1: &lt;/span&gt;eh ano ba sya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; mumu. hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl 2: &lt;/span&gt;nkakatakot naman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;sobra ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl 2:&lt;/span&gt; natakot kya ko, iclose na at bka sbhin ng nanay ko kung cnung multo.. no joke..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;: naman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 2: kahit nde  kita friend jose, mas pupuriin kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 3: muka namang mas maputi at mas sexy ka jan! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;: nde.. aminado na ko na nde ako sexy pero yung puti.. korek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl 3:  may bigote pa nga oh!at ang eyebags.  haha parang wala akong eyebags eh noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ehem&lt;/span&gt;: girl, kahit meron ka.. sling bag palang yan.. eh naman ang kanya, "BACKPACK". ano ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;haha! mas maganda ka sa kanya friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close ko na, naalibadbaran aku. haha [nde ko ilalagay yung joke.. ayaw ko nga]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ehem:&lt;/span&gt;  ako din!&lt;br /&gt;girl, nde naman questionable yun dba?&lt;br /&gt;makinis lang sya..&lt;br /&gt;kahit naman nde yung aken, eh kung ang panget nya.. wala rin yung kinis nya dba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl 3:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;hndi naman sha makinis?!&lt;br /&gt;makinis ba?!&lt;br /&gt;eh maitim naman. so parang hindi na rin makinis un kung makinis man nga sha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥♥♥♥♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;girl 3:&lt;/span&gt; wag mo na patulan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;ehem:&lt;/span&gt; mag-aaral nalang ako ng phy ana! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the names have been kept for total privacy. bwahahaha. kung gusto malaman, pwes itanong nalang ng pa-pribado din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITOY PAWANG KATOTOHANAN AT WALANG HALONG BIRO. HINDI ITO IMBENTO AT HINDI ITO GINAWA PARA MANGGULO NG BUHAY NG TAO. ITOY AKING KINOLEKTA SA NGALAN NG AKING MGA KAIBIGANG TOTOO AT MGA TAONG AKING MAPAGKAKATIWALAAN, SADYA NG SIRKUMSTANSYA, GUMANA ANG BITCH POWERS NG MGA TAONG ITO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASENSYA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SA MGA&lt;/span&gt; MATATAMAAN, at PASENSYA &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SA &lt;/span&gt;MATATAMAAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BWAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;let the game begin&lt;/span&gt;... AGAIN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-115410339662267895?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115410339662267895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115410339662267895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115410339662267895' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-115372786464003986</id><published>2006-07-24T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T00:57:44.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OH SYA SYA.. BASTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the stars in the sky will never be the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-115372786464003986?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115372786464003986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115372786464003986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115372786464003986' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-115310719364719011</id><published>2006-07-16T20:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:33:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP ISNT ABOUT...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whom you have known the longest,&lt;br /&gt;who came first,&lt;br /&gt;or who cares the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about &lt;em&gt;who came and never left.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday People. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-115310719364719011?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115310719364719011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115310719364719011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115310719364719011' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-115208203264918732</id><published>2006-07-04T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T23:50:32.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T DO POWER PLAYS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;my lola was admitted in the hospital. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hindi ako mapakali&lt;/span&gt;.  i dont want to see people whom i dearly love lying on a bed with those damn dextrose, oxygen and for all i care, doctors and nurses who are so bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like mr. aquino's way of teaching SCL 9:  Marriage and Family. yeah, with his sound effects and body movements who acts like mr. bean compared to the others who are so shit, blah blah blah! but one thing i dont like about is his rule when you're late for one minute!! he'll make you sing any song infront of your classmates before he will start with his gaddamn discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now tell me, what song will i sing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. sa likod ng mga ngiti mo, mga tawang mapagpanggap.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naiintindihan ko, naman, ang lungkot na nararamdaman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;malas mo!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako pala ang malas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-115208203264918732?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115208203264918732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115208203264918732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115208203264918732' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-115150906212785227</id><published>2006-06-28T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T08:37:42.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AFTER SO MUCH CONTEMPLATION...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i like people&lt;/u&gt; who has this "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;angas looks&lt;/span&gt;" when you see it for the first time but still has a good attitude towards people like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gerald from PBB,&lt;/span&gt; i never liked him before but when i saw his good and kilig traits with his housemates for 40 days, gaah i was like  "man you're a knight with sparkling teeth", whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bryan&lt;/span&gt; who is&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; not popular&lt;/span&gt; but with his angas looks and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;cute smile,&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; neither nice nor kind attitude will not affect our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may effect pang dedma, tsk, if  i know gusto naman nya lumapit at mag-sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor kid.&lt;br /&gt;jeerah and i, are rich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bet you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-115150906212785227?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115150906212785227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/115150906212785227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115150906212785227' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114972996600949885</id><published>2006-06-07T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:27:39.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT I DONT KNOW HOW TO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stop my being soooo sad right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother, who is so very close and dear to me will leave manila tomorrow with our dad going to cebu. remember when i said in a previous post that dad got appointed as an associate justice? yeah, associate justice in cebu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was fixing my brother's luggage, tears fell in my eyes. i couldnt believe that these, the leaving stuff is possible to us. i mean, who will be now the angelo who i always get angry on whenever i dont see him eating large amount of food, when his clothes were messed up in our room? he sleeps beside me and tomorrow, none of it will help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know he needs me somehow. thats why im so sad because i know he's not yet ready to be alone, alone with our dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its different without him. its different without angelo in our house. and its very different when angelo will not hear anything from my mouth anymore when he's already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dang shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114972996600949885?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114972996600949885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114972996600949885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114972996600949885' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114963683044967804</id><published>2006-06-06T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:56:45.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;666 DAW.. MGA PAUSO NG MGA TAO TALAGA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 243px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/6abac9f7.jpg" alt=" :) " border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 365px; height: 243px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/cc7a9604.jpg" alt=" =) " border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7609450-114963683044967804?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114963683044967804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114963683044967804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114963683044967804' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114946981476091033</id><published>2006-06-04T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:10:14.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;JUST A THOUGHT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they always have someone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114946981476091033?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114946981476091033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114946981476091033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#114946981476091033' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114855965182086961</id><published>2006-05-25T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T05:20:51.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MMDA, MY DAD, and NONSENSE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bayani fernando and his wife should be the role model of our country. they do everything to make philippines a clean/good country. from the pink urinals, to the pink fences, to the kadena de amors everywhere, to the overpasses, to the repainting of walls, removal of unfortunate people and transferring them to a nice place, the free deodorants and cologne, are things a normal politician/president would not and cannot do. now i dont see any point of people getting mad because what they can do will not just benefit them or their names but for our own future as well. people should learn to change. we all should. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti nga at pinapakelaman pa nila ang pilipinas, magtaka tayo kung wala itong ginagawa at naka-upo lang sila at nagpapalaki ng kanilang sariling puwet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;second.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dad was appointed associate justice together with 4 of his friends i think some last week. he already swore infront of the chief justice and this end of may to the president. he will soon leave our house because of his appointment at cebu and to tell you exactly and honestly, im saddened by the fact that its not a good situation for me. ewan basta hindi ito magandang simula ng magandang kabuhayan para saken. yun nga lang, there are two sides of it. mas sosyal na ang trabaho nya, panget na ang bahay ng wala sya. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;third.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer is nearly over. i cant wait to see my classmates again and again. oh god, i miss having classes with them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114855965182086961?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114855965182086961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114855965182086961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114855965182086961' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114666766102368145</id><published>2006-05-03T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T07:49:19.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TSK TSK TSK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 393px; HEIGHT: 295px" height="350" alt="jansen, gago, jocine, ally" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/PICT0876.jpg" width="450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if things were meant to be.. let it be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the place bigtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114666766102368145?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114666766102368145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114666766102368145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114666766102368145' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114519438635920580</id><published>2006-04-16T06:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T06:33:06.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HATE TO ADMIT IT..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but im a bit excited, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SUMMER CLASSES na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114519438635920580?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114519438635920580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114519438635920580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114519438635920580' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114477784881548951</id><published>2006-04-11T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T18:11:43.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUERTO GALERA..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;soo nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;check my multiply account some other time for the pics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hot people are everywhere plus nice and cool people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one-damn-summer break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114477784881548951?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114477784881548951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114477784881548951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114477784881548951' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114356311350800024</id><published>2006-03-28T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T16:23:56.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHEMISTRY: 3 DOWN, 4 MORE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i told you, i can finish 3 majors in one semester. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kaso nga lang, i dont think i deserve a grade of 2.75 in my physics and botany. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i did good, sayang pala ang effort kung ganun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im going to swim on friday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enchanted kingdom next week with jansen and allyson. (geesh, weird name but he's from up-d and so cute)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;beach on the 6th of april,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tagaytay, baguio, and subic is still on hold for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tsk tsk tsk, ive been to enchanted kingdom, eurostar, and some carnivals but ive never been to star city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;enough for the sooo hot climate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a bit excited for my summer class with karl and peter. yehey! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;peter's my classmate in trigo last summer and karl's a transferee from plm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;which brings me to tell you that some of my niice classmates will be taking up comparative anatomy for nmat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sana ako rin. :) haha. pero, nde pa pwede. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;btw, dj tiesto and channing tatum is so hohuuum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and if i were my brother angelo, i would go for csb and take multimedia arts rather than the home of the jologs ust for hell non-sense course in the whole world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114356311350800024?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114356311350800024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114356311350800024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114356311350800024' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114304757602479430</id><published>2006-03-22T09:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:12:56.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OF ALL.. ITS &lt;em&gt;HELL WEEK&lt;/em&gt; AGAIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FINALS na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2 majors to go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;CHEMISTRY at PHYSICS pa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leche. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;never-ending. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114304757602479430?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114304757602479430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114304757602479430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114304757602479430' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114234427548437514</id><published>2006-03-14T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T05:51:15.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IT WAS MONDAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since then, everything falls into its right place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114234427548437514?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114234427548437514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114234427548437514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114234427548437514' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114200258727689061</id><published>2006-03-10T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T06:56:27.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MONGOLOIDS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/IMG_0018.jpg" length="450" width="275" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/99068acb.jpg" length="450" width="275" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/46d406bc.jpg" length="450" width="275" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/9.jpg" length="450" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114200258727689061?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114200258727689061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114200258727689061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114200258727689061' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-114074278980443771</id><published>2006-02-23T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T16:59:49.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;EDSA day.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-114074278980443771?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114074278980443771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/114074278980443771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114074278980443771' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-113872011562795791</id><published>2006-01-31T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:08:35.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEXT PLEASE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;with boys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;should be:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( x ) tall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( x ) light-colored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( x ) handsome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( x ) nice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( x ) has a sensible and corny (this sometimes work for me) humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;( x ) rich&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i never take the handsome part or one of the six god knows what that is for granted when it comes to boys so you jeerah and bryan should leave me when i say "nakakadiri" is the term for _________. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;botany, physics, chemistry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;prelims is congruent to torture as well as agony and misery and so on and so on.  &lt;em&gt;literal na&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;matinding kamustahan toh&lt;/em&gt;.  im going to have three straight days of pure major exams next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;u&gt;people&lt;/u&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;some are pathetic, some are bullshit, some are bitch faces, while some are shit faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they do useless and say the most corny cliche's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whats up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-113872011562795791?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113872011562795791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113872011562795791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113872011562795791' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-113690297784316060</id><published>2006-01-10T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T06:22:57.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRUST ME WHEN I SAY: IT DOESNT MAKE ANY SENSE AT ALL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im getting jaded, help me..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I SO HATE IT WHEN:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people sings only the chorus part like they really know the whole song. the na-na-na-na is &lt;em&gt;panget&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people wears the "baggy stuffs". wearing &lt;em&gt;laylay &lt;/em&gt;maong pants and rubber shoes is like wearing a garbage bag.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;girls wear the sporty thing. going to the mall wearing cap, plain shirt, sporty pants, and rubber shoes is so &lt;em&gt;nakakadiri. may kasama pang shades!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;F.C.'s - feeling close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people spits everywhere. so &lt;em&gt;kadiri.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people who dont know how to flush toilet. how can one label the CR a comfort room when its all so &lt;em&gt;mabaho&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people doesnt know how to wash their hands after peeing. &lt;em&gt;kadiri tapos hahawakan ka?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people talks so loud inside the movie house. &lt;em&gt;batukan ko kaya kayo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;using the me-you language. its so irritating in case you dont know. questions like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; where na you, kamusta na you, mabuti lang me are so irritating to the ears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;typing LiKe tHiS iS sO &lt;strong&gt;SHiT&lt;/strong&gt; and putting "H" in every word. &lt;em&gt;mish na kita, kamustah kah nah, opoh. &lt;strong&gt;eeee, ang sarap itapon nalang yung cellphone eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HOT GUYS HAVE UGLY GIRLFRIENDS. whats t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;he point?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;strangers stare at you. &lt;em&gt;kulang nalang kainin ka.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people posing in pictures &lt;em&gt;na kala mo sikat or astig.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the list isnt over. i can go on and on and who cares?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;start the year RIGHT people.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-113690297784316060?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113690297784316060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113690297784316060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113690297784316060' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-113568744519700851</id><published>2005-12-27T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T04:48:08.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE BEST PART WAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i had a pre-christmas dinner with my high school bitches. then we went to the according to my vocabulary: the club for all ages- ipanema, and dance like mongoloids when there's this african-dark-indian-ugly looking guy told me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you dance good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at least i dont have to ask everyone if i dance stupidly. (huh?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;happy new year everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-113568744519700851?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113568744519700851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113568744519700851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113568744519700851' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-113419185107232194</id><published>2005-12-09T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:23:51.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;TACKLE DRUNK BITCHES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;december is the month where many persons celebrate their birthdays. and that includes mine, to Jesus, and so to my &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt;. if i didnt/cant greet you (this doesnt apply to Jesus) on the date it was supposed to be then so sorry. i have a bunch of crap things thats running in my mind right now and even i, cant fix it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pharmacy week was so gay eversince it started. you go to class at 8, getting there by means of walking really fast and so like a stupid moron, only to see those classmates getting out of that fucking classroom and telling you "wala ng klase, uwi ka na.." god, i wish you were here when i did that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then since classes started this second semester, i didnt have the time to pamper myself. and so im looking forward to the christmas break that's coming 7 days from now. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's this guy from ab, he's so hot, he goes to gym, he has a nice body, he is the vice president of their society (jason told me, im not a stalker), has a good face, he teaches math in our nstp, he knew i was so into him, and geez, so much from the nice words. :) and i tell you, he doesnt have a nice name. &lt;strong&gt;and so?&lt;/strong&gt; by the way, people from lts (based on my section) are so nice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as im watching &lt;strong&gt;pinoy big brother's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;my big kapamilya hero&lt;/em&gt; wherein students, artistas, or anyone whose willing to help, should be given a warm round of applause (nyeh). i was so touched with what they're doing. how many times did i plan on having christmas or birthday celebration on an orphanage. how many times did i plan to give (based on my age) 17 or 18 sets of toiletries to the needy persons. i cant make it happen because of my laziness. shit.. and as i finish this entry, i so sympathize myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;last week, temple bar doesnt appeal good to me, and so does the metro dj club bar. i havent been to government and embassy. so yeah, wait for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;exams coming up next week. :) &lt;strong&gt;goodluck&lt;/strong&gt; to everyone. and then, to ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Merry Christmas. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-113419185107232194?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113419185107232194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113419185107232194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113419185107232194' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-113356610721285525</id><published>2005-12-02T15:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T15:28:27.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WHERE IS HE, WHERE IS HE, WHERE IS THIS BEAUTIFUL GUY?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dream on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;attending my saranggani class during saturday makes me a very weird person. i know i dont do good when i hear the terrible and so scary word "&lt;strong&gt;MATH&lt;/strong&gt;", but i pathetically sympathize with those people who cant even add 2 plus 2 or multiply 1 by 1. i hope the government should take an action to this because when they grow up, filipino children will going to be an idiot like me someday. and so, will you second me when i say  "&lt;em&gt;the children is the future of our nation&lt;/em&gt;" is &lt;strong&gt;sooo unbelievable&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hopping from one bar to the another bar and to the another bar is so crazy. you get the picture? whatever. i also didnt get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-113356610721285525?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113356610721285525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113356610721285525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113356610721285525' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-113154737395691673</id><published>2005-11-09T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T06:42:54.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BECAUSE OF BIOTECHNOLOGY, TOMATOES BECOME FRENCH FRIES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a quote which i will be going to live with forever. and since i am talking about baloneys, im betting like they do in jai alai far from the &lt;em&gt;fine&lt;/em&gt; grades on my three majors this semester. and i should because its not easy to earn thirty seven thousand and something something nowadays. fucking evat. i dropped PE. i have two sections. i have good friends. i was the successor of the "&lt;em&gt;key to success&lt;/em&gt;" by my bitches. i saw nicholas when i enrolled last week and he is so cute and so tall and so aarrrgh. i am so laughing real hard when my technical writing professor once said "i&lt;em&gt;n our &lt;strong&gt;monthly period&lt;/strong&gt;, this is what we will going to do.... this goes for boys also&lt;/em&gt;".  i miss my some friends whose in the US, in different colleges, in different universities, and i dont know. im always seeing this shit. im looking forward for the christmas party i am arranging. i am demanding for a &lt;em&gt;baon&lt;/em&gt; increase. i demand for another swedish massage. my birthday will be whatever days from now. our high school graduation song is playing in my mom's player. im going to develop tomorrow our pictures. and im going to rest as in right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-113154737395691673?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113154737395691673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113154737395691673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113154737395691673' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-113128392823224093</id><published>2005-11-06T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T05:32:08.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WE HAD...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;swedish massage and it is soooo good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-113128392823224093?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113128392823224093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113128392823224093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113128392823224093' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-113085567606882408</id><published>2005-11-01T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T06:42:16.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE FIRST 20 PEOPLE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. tetet&lt;br /&gt;2. teppie&lt;br /&gt;3. jen-whore&lt;br /&gt;4. vince&lt;br /&gt;5. meech&lt;br /&gt;6. erica&lt;br /&gt;7. alexis&lt;br /&gt;8. dony&lt;br /&gt;9. topher&lt;br /&gt;10. roxanne&lt;br /&gt;11. malou&lt;br /&gt;12. joyce&lt;br /&gt;13. louie&lt;br /&gt;14. angelo&lt;br /&gt;15. timmy&lt;br /&gt;16. francez&lt;br /&gt;17. caroline&lt;br /&gt;18. nikki&lt;br /&gt;19. ladie&lt;br /&gt;20. rhea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you meet ..13?&lt;br /&gt;blockmate, school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you honestly think of 10?&lt;br /&gt;flirty bitch. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever liked 3?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, we're both the drunk bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 2 and 11 make a good couple?&lt;br /&gt;they're both girls :) sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think 12 is hot?&lt;br /&gt;so hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is 8 going out with?&lt;br /&gt;bed guys. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 9 a boy or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the last time you talked to 5?&lt;br /&gt;evaluation day in school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is 1's favorite band?&lt;br /&gt;i dont know. duhh.. it depends on his mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does 2 have any siblings?&lt;br /&gt;yes, 4 brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 6?&lt;br /&gt;why not? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you ever date 7?&lt;br /&gt;sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 single?&lt;br /&gt;no, she's currently dating the hot guy from college of science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is 19's last name?&lt;br /&gt;teh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does 17 look like?&lt;br /&gt;dark, fat, ugly bitch. kidding..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is 10's fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;find the right man i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would 14 and 19 ever get together?&lt;br /&gt;my brother and my classmate? whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does 16 go to?&lt;br /&gt;ust-medical technology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What school does 1 go to?&lt;br /&gt;ust-nursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where does 9 live?&lt;br /&gt;somewhere in sta mesa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you make out with 13?&lt;br /&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are 5 and 6 best friends?&lt;br /&gt;they dont even know each other, so how come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 20 older than you?&lt;br /&gt;no. im older than her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is 4 the sexiest person alive?&lt;br /&gt;zanjoe narudo is the sexiest person alive, you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you like number 9?&lt;br /&gt;yeah, once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you honestly think of 10?&lt;br /&gt;weird, craaazy, fine ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-113085567606882408?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113085567606882408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/113085567606882408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113085567606882408' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112948767890531123</id><published>2005-10-16T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T21:25:20.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BREAK.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me sleeeeeeeep.&lt;br /&gt;2 stabs down, 5 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;leche yan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112948767890531123?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112948767890531123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112948767890531123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112948767890531123' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112899840281315458</id><published>2005-10-10T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T18:21:38.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LOSERS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because you are so whoooah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;daming drama.. nakakainis naman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i can stand stupidity&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;trust me&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;because i am&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112899840281315458?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112899840281315458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112899840281315458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112899840281315458' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112769788023572762</id><published>2005-09-25T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:24:40.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PLEASE DO NOT LEAVE YOUR THINGS UNATTENDED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were about to leave the place when his mother came.&lt;br /&gt;he was like "mom, this is jose.. this is this.. this is that.. and blah blah blah"&lt;br /&gt;and then his mom was like "oh, so you're jose. &lt;em&gt;parati ka nya nga binabangit sakin eh. mabait ka daw kasi&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to admit it. &lt;br /&gt;sometimes, im having the "goosebumps" when  saying &lt;em&gt;i was so touched with that&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;thank you for the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112769788023572762?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112769788023572762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112769788023572762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112769788023572762' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112737021179125897</id><published>2005-09-21T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T00:05:04.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH GREAT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that no matter how hard i try to keep everything to myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;people&lt;/strong&gt; always tend to know each and every juicy detail about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dang shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you have over 300 pictures stucked up in your computer, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;advise me on what to do with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; HEIGHT: 109px" height="109" src="http://static.flickr.com/28/45512601_9269e620e5_m.jpg" width="160" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 125px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="125" src="http://static.flickr.com/26/45512597_3494a8ba50_m.jpg" width="174" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 111px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="93" src="http://static.flickr.com/29/45512602_bb40dd3117_m.jpg" width="104" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 119px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="181" src="http://static.flickr.com/32/45507977_a0c89a2bf7_m.jpg" width="121" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 109px" height="98" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/45507978_3ca0956ac1_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 116px; HEIGHT: 110px" height="110" src="http://static.flickr.com/31/45508386_67b1951e84_m.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112737021179125897?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112737021179125897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112737021179125897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112737021179125897' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112671819042866379</id><published>2005-09-14T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T10:39:53.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LESSON:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NEVER USE THE WORD &lt;em&gt;MAGNANAKAW&lt;/em&gt; AS A JOKE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if you dont mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;joke&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;you're just&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;joking&lt;/strong&gt; was never a different thing in my vocabulary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you better watch those words coming out from your fucking pussy-like crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its not funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i can do it to the person i used to value most then, its my honor and pride to do the same with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's old but im still into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im still into it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dang like crazy motherfucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112671819042866379?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112671819042866379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112671819042866379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112671819042866379' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112634577478002988</id><published>2005-09-10T02:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T02:49:34.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOW I KNOW..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;girls are never a good company when you go to tutuban/divisoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wheew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my feet hurts like hell yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tsk tsk tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112634577478002988?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112634577478002988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112634577478002988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112634577478002988' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112622277259052687</id><published>2005-09-08T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T16:39:32.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;PSSST..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we had BURGERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after we watched the volleyball game of pharmacy vs. ab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[we won!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after the boring day yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;motherfucker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112622277259052687?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112622277259052687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112622277259052687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112622277259052687' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112341751555044389</id><published>2005-08-07T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T05:25:16.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OUR PRINCE, BABY, LONGGANISA, MARTYN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was the eve of the New Year 2005 when I saw my elder sister crying in front of my mom and my grandmother. Two nagging suspicions of she being pregnant or she breaking up with her boyfriend, for I’m hearing my two other sisters’ comments saying “that guy is gago/stupid”. 3 days after, my mom confirmed to me that my sister was pregnant. And then I cried. I barely heard what she was talking about because I was crying hard. I could not even answer and tell her clearly the words, “I don’t want to see any of my sisters suffer pains”. At that time I didn’t know any better, I even asked my mom if we can abort the baby so dad won’t get mad at my sister or asked the people around if they can bang my head against the wall to tell this isn’t real and that this was a nightmare. It all felt so surreal because I couldn’t believe it was happening to our family the things I just see on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 9 months, It was quite overwhelming for me. It dawned on me that there was a much greater responsibility ahead of me as a brother to my sister and as an uncle to my nephew. There’s this little baby whom we needed to take care of-bathe, feed, clothe, and love because my sister and my nephew’s father is currently studying for their board exams in nursing and in physical therapy. They’re not married and so the baby lives in the house of our grandmother. He often visits the baby when his time allows. I also visit the kid often and he provides me relief from. It requires a lot of adjustments because I do not want to be the typical uncle, I want to see him grow, hear his first word, watch him while he’s doing his first walk, see him smile, see him cry, etcetera etcetera. My emotions are indescribable until this time. I can still remember how I held him into my arms as he opened his eyes for the first time. Why? Because I care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I realized, there can’t be any regret. Life just got a little bit more difficult, and it’s just something I/we all have to deal with. I hope all of you can help me in praying for my family and for my nephew longganisa.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this was the piece i delivered during our speech communication subject and oh boy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; i insist everybody should call him "martyn longganisa" because he is so big, fat, just like a longganisa. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112341751555044389?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112341751555044389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112341751555044389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112341751555044389' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112311637968470572</id><published>2005-08-03T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:46:19.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAY NGA NAMAN. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/100_2080.jpg" width="350" height="350" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and what's worse is the fact that i still dont get it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bullshit&lt;/strong&gt; cunanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112311637968470572?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112311637968470572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112311637968470572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112311637968470572' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112255624174768271</id><published>2005-07-27T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T06:10:41.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GREETINGS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have a present for you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;since im afraid i might be snobbed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ill just do it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;owkay owkay, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you take care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112255624174768271?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112255624174768271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112255624174768271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112255624174768271' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112229741418964490</id><published>2005-07-25T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T06:16:54.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT CUNANAN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wwhoo jen&lt;em&gt;nipart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eventhough we didnt go clubbing, we still had fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, who would think that we can ever fit in that accord again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we're six fat bastards. &lt;em&gt;ay kayo lang pala. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the hell with that shiyettt man, cesar is ssooooo HOT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;half mexican / half french. shhit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tell your brother to bring that fucking man next year again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did i just agree with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so you better post our peekchoors now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;peekchoor ng peekchoor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bullshit cunanan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and next time, its not just an overnight stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it will be, weeks then months till my mother wont accept me anymore at my house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then next time, you tell your mother about dr. olalia's damn HOT son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;nakuh, nursing nanaman&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;owkay, i am so paking tired now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112229741418964490?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112229741418964490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112229741418964490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112229741418964490' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112162138283279987</id><published>2005-07-17T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T10:29:42.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;YOU WILL REMEMBER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by &lt;em&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will remember that leaping stream&lt;br /&gt;where sweet aromas rose and trembled,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and sometimes a bird, wearing water&lt;br /&gt;and slowness, its winter feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will remember those gifts from the earth:&lt;br /&gt;indelible scents, gold clay,&lt;br /&gt;weeds in the thicket and crazy roots,&lt;br /&gt;magical thorns like swords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll remember the bouquet you picked,&lt;br /&gt;shadows and silent water,&lt;br /&gt;bouquet like a foam-covered stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That time was like never, and like always.&lt;br /&gt;So we go there, where nothing is waiting;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we find everything waiting there.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go read the 100 love sonnets by pablo neruda. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112162138283279987?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112162138283279987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112162138283279987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112162138283279987' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112073114245872156</id><published>2005-07-07T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T06:59:28.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIYA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the truth of the matter is.. DAN is one helluva hot guy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he smiles just the way you/i like it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PUCHA TALAGA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kung pwede lang na isulat ang emosyon, eh di ginawa ko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kung pwede lang gawin ang mali sa mata ng iba, ginawa ko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh sa hindi eh, ano ba meron?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;P3.50 nalang kasi ang isang sachet ng shampoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;patayin mo nalang kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nde pwede eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its martyn's first month today. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sharing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there are some people you can read in one look, some can be befriended in one smile, others can be aquainted in one hour...and still there are others who require not only interest and time but affection to open themselves up. to know me, it requires "&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the last process&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112073114245872156?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112073114245872156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112073114245872156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112073114245872156' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-112015316274928929</id><published>2005-06-30T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T10:39:22.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;OLA OLA OLA. OLA OLA OLA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;reminds me of someone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..dont bother asking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-112015316274928929?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112015316274928929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/112015316274928929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112015316274928929' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111883967007466785</id><published>2005-06-15T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:37:21.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FIRST DAY FUNK... THE SHIT.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIRST CLASS&lt;/em&gt;: the 9-11 PE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first and foremost&lt;/strong&gt;, darn it for i have to endure with the fuckin' heat again. &lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt;, i dont know why am i taking sepak takraw. there's only two hot guys in my PE class. haha. :) no girls, no competition. so let the attention all be mine! haha. so far so good. after pe class, i dropped by at the guidance office and then boom, i know i know, people are happy to see me again. sapphire is so shit, her boyfriend is eddie mendez and she told him i have a crush on him. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then people came, one of them is a hot guy from cfad. &lt;em&gt;ang kulit,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sabi ng&lt;/em&gt; he can call me "sweety" or "honey". &lt;em&gt;ang kulit daw kasi ng name na jose&lt;/em&gt;. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to talk with my "missible" persons. and then i saw this hot guy from my pe class. whhew, i can know his name by next week. bet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. CHEM 200, LIT 101, PGCART --- are fine.&lt;br /&gt;dear chem, please dont fail me in this one. :)&lt;br /&gt;2. teppie gave me something from victoria's secret.&lt;br /&gt;3. the cakes got screwed up by the ants.&lt;br /&gt;4. reg didnt like it when i said, "&lt;strong&gt;tara pictures tayo! first day funk eh&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;5. cena got a new hair-do just like erica. (the girl from memories in bali)&lt;br /&gt;6. i miss my pamangkin. haha uncle will see you next week. :)&lt;br /&gt;7. and him. &lt;em&gt;totoo noh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. FRANKIE J is the donn. minus the bling blings and all that shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first day is a funk one--seriously.&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/7609450-111883967007466785?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111883967007466785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111883967007466785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111883967007466785' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111855956671873978</id><published>2005-06-11T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T08:34:58.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;em&gt;PAMANGKIN &lt;/em&gt;IS...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 211px; HEIGHT: 303px" height="508" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/06c393f6.jpg" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;view his &lt;a href="http://shitman.multiply.com/photos/album/20"&gt;album&lt;/a&gt; if you want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111855956671873978?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111855956671873978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111855956671873978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111855956671873978' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111824591807132855</id><published>2005-06-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T08:51:58.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THE LAW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;states that &lt;em&gt;illegitimate children&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;shall use the surname of their mother&lt;/strong&gt; and are under their mother's parental authority. &lt;strong&gt;They have no right to use their father's surname&lt;/strong&gt; unless the latter acquiesced in the use thereof or were duly acknowledged by him as his illegitimate children or unless they were adopted by their father. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blah blah blah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do i have to elaborate that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dude, my dad works as a judge--the one who makes decisions. remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yeah, he studied law for four years and he became a lawyer because he passed the bar exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you won't agree with the law, then you better change our president and make your own SOB law. gotdamnit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even I, with no intentions in studying the law, knows that freakin family code blah blah law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ive got the worst patheticism for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111824591807132855?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111824591807132855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111824591807132855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111824591807132855' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111808497732718893</id><published>2005-06-06T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T12:10:06.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I PREFER...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be called UNCLE than TITO in the future. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para sosyal ng konti maski hindi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111808497732718893?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111808497732718893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111808497732718893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111808497732718893' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111773159940576239</id><published>2005-06-02T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:59:59.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SHOOT THE HELL OUT OF ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Host: &lt;em&gt;May Asawa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Participant: &lt;em&gt;Meron po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;H: &lt;em&gt;Anong trabaho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;P: &lt;em&gt;Wala po eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: &lt;em&gt;Ilan ang anak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;P: &lt;em&gt;Anim po.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;(and the 7th is in her womb &lt;i&gt;pa.&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;H: &lt;em&gt;Ilan araw ka pumila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;P: &lt;em&gt;Mga tatlong linggo po.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jobless father, with 6 children and counting, with a mother who exerted all her effort in joining a noontime show. What a common picture in most Filipinos nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just by getting in, (not even bothering the heat of the sun) gives them the way of not working hard for the money they will get. Yes, they worked hard in answering the obvious questions. Which in reality, you will not get a twenty thousand or a million pesos just by answering yes or no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kung sino pa yung kapos sa pera, siya pa yung higit sa isa ang anak, na kulang nalang ay gumawa ng isang team ng basketball. kumpara sa mga may kaya na kakaunti lang ang anak. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A line which our Filipino professor for two semesters always tell us whenever boredom kills her. Its a line which I always quote whenever I'm watching those noontime shows who do plain bullshits with the people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stupid.&lt;br /&gt;It really is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111773159940576239?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111773159940576239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111773159940576239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111773159940576239' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111730983387870281</id><published>2005-05-28T12:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T13:04:27.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SO ELEMENTARY.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the testimonial my friend gave to my-super-so-hot-love-&lt;strong&gt;kim arthur marcelo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dated March 30, 2004: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ive known him since like im still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;in my 6th grade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kase crush zia nun ka-barx ko before…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;newcomer zia nun taz sobwang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;obsessed siya kay kym…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;obsession ba yun? o love na?&lt;/strong&gt; haha..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;biglang may ganyan akong nabasa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nagulat tuloy ako.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not knowing that he's just studying near the school i graduated high school. &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/7609450-111730983387870281?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111730983387870281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111730983387870281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111730983387870281' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111716285557870966</id><published>2005-05-26T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T20:00:55.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NOT NOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can somebody please explain to me why does the only picture of him is missing since qwpeiopfjas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nag-iisa na nga lang eh&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;check my section's friendster page.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:onehmt@hotmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;onehmt@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its cool---like the fucking weather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;how i wish someone will thank me for doing that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111716285557870966?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111716285557870966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111716285557870966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111716285557870966' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111695865774560255</id><published>2005-05-24T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T19:18:40.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIS SHIT IS BANANAS. B-A-N-A-N-A-S.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there are..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;times i have been lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;times i have no one to cry on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;times i needed someone to be there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;times i need to surpass this lonely road, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i have to stand up just to face my fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there are times that i have to be deserted &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..to know the meaning of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;times that i have to be isolated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..to know my purpose in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and times that i have to be secluded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;..to know the sense of life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one would dare bump me and ask me,&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;you're freak. what's wrong with you? tell me..&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111695865774560255?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111695865774560255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111695865774560255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111695865774560255' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111656967680006652</id><published>2005-05-19T22:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T14:11:36.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CALLATE!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember when we we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we used to do things in our own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we used to laugh till our stomach aches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not until he came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remember what you said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that you will not do anything to mess one thing you treasure the most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well guess what, you did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when he came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now im all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thinking what could have gone wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;longing for your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;missing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wishing i was there for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yearning to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know it would be one of the great things in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not until he came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i shrink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when i see you and him together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when you chose being with him instead of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i strive to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just to disregard you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so i wont be disappointed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;with the horrible times of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i guess it just doesn't and shouldn't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sick of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;every one does---i guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111656967680006652?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111656967680006652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111656967680006652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111656967680006652' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111630835105327512</id><published>2005-05-16T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T22:43:36.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NOW MY LOYALTY WILL ALWAYS BE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he asked me again for my number and i gave it this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we had this beer drinking yesterday and he's beside me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and he turned red because he told the other girl to drink the beer straight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he lost and i told him, "do you have younger brothers?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kase pag meron, bad influence ka.. umiinom ka&lt;/em&gt;. haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i get &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; coz he's looking into my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;READ: &lt;em&gt;hindi siya lasing...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh kung lasing siya, eh ano naman? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baka seryoso talaga. haha. :/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do you remember the secret deodorant commercial when there's this certain girl standing at the rails of an supposed-to-be airport waiting for his brother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go, read this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jose&lt;/strong&gt;: jen, late ka nanaman. ano ba yan? hinintay mo nanaman ba brother mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alexis&lt;/strong&gt;: oo eh, hindi pa kasi sya dumadating eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jose&lt;/strong&gt;: ano? May na ah? ang tagal naman na flight yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alexis&lt;/strong&gt;: eh sa nde pa dumadating eh. ano magagawa ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. its so funny. we both end up laughing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;she told me yesterday that her boyfriend invited me to her surprise party last week &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i dont answer his calls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry jen. hahaha. ill make you libre na nga lang din pag nagkita tayo eh. haha. :) ill miss you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ill go to pampanga next week for my blockmate's debut on the 28th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to our house in davao after that week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(cousins, beach, inaanaks, get ready!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to visit our farm in batangas again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have a GREAT summer everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im sure i will.&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/7609450-111630835105327512?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111630835105327512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111630835105327512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111630835105327512' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111589054820299037</id><published>2005-05-12T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:35:48.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YEAH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;few minutes after the test, our hungry stomachs cant decide as where to eat and so we stopped by at the stairs. after a few minutes, someone tapped me and said hi. after talking and exchanging some non-sense thoughts, he asked for my number just in case. and as i was about to say the zero, someone said "wont you ask me for my number?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shitman. WTF are you trying to do? force him to like you? haha. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then i said, "im hungry now, let's eat somewhere outside."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then they barged in and said, "whoo... gusto mo lang siya makasama eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's why he said, "nde na din. kumain na ko eh."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so, the next time i will see him--i'll make sure im all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;JUST IN CASE. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111589054820299037?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111589054820299037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111589054820299037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111589054820299037' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111540850847144025</id><published>2005-05-06T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T14:34:29.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;DOMO ARIGATO, ROBOTO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;summer's heat is killing me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;melodramatic bitches&lt;/span&gt; are starting to annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;both of them.&lt;br /&gt;they sound so gay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHOUT-OUTS TO&lt;/strong&gt;: (nyeh)&lt;br /&gt;brian - haha, alam ko na kelan bday mo. :) yabang mo ah.&lt;br /&gt;teppie - shet, namimiss na kita. umuwi ka na..&lt;br /&gt;erica - haha, fine. nde na ko galit kay macky (escalona) mo.&lt;br /&gt;joyce - pasalubong ko? :)&lt;br /&gt;tetet - hintayin mo ko bukas ah.&lt;br /&gt;jayme - thanks ah. sabi ko sayo chinese guy na lang eh.&lt;br /&gt;jansen - haha, sorry. i wasnt able to come with you to that bambang.&lt;br /&gt;eya - nakita ko si &lt;em&gt;vain&lt;/em&gt; kanina. as usual, feeling again. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;macky (glorioso) - shet crush kaya kita nung high school. haha.&lt;br /&gt;alexis - you'll make me libre pa. you told me yesterday noh.&lt;br /&gt;michael - hmmp. mikko pala ah. ang arte.&lt;br /&gt;jec - miss ko na kaya si allan pati na rin si anton. :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;jam - happy birthday. nagglow yung cake mo sa friendster eh.&lt;br /&gt;david - nasan na kaya toh? haha. miss na kita.&lt;br /&gt;marion - yehey! napalitan nya na yung pic nya.. haha.&lt;br /&gt;roxanne - haha. i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;christopher - haha. nde na kita nakkta sa ym ah?&lt;br /&gt;andrew - haha, wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jb - =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;i spit cuss&lt;br /&gt;i puke profanity&lt;br /&gt;but i'm really &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;u&gt;down to earth&lt;/u&gt; as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you bet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111540850847144025?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111540850847144025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111540850847144025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111540850847144025' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111502580031022521</id><published>2005-05-02T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T02:23:20.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUTOMATIC, SUPERSONIC, HYPNOTIC, FUNKY FRESH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Nonsense&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your name?&lt;br /&gt;- Jose Rommel C. Barza&lt;br /&gt;When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;- December 15.&lt;br /&gt;What is your favorite song?&lt;br /&gt;- let me go by 3 doors down.&lt;br /&gt;Are you close to your cousins?&lt;br /&gt;- i suppose.&lt;br /&gt;How are you?&lt;br /&gt;- im doing great. what about you?&lt;br /&gt;Are you weird?&lt;br /&gt;- yes i am.&lt;br /&gt;Can you whistle?&lt;br /&gt;- i cant. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;Are you happy?&lt;br /&gt;- if being happy means being around with him, then im guilty.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite fairy tale?&lt;br /&gt;- sleeping beauty.&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite TV show?&lt;br /&gt;- the OC, one tree hill, and joey. &lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;br /&gt;- a medical technologist slash pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how to speak spanish? french? tagalog?&lt;br /&gt;- tagalog is our language right? then a little spanish.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to say to the person you hate most?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;go to hell or it would be better if you will just DIE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is LOVE? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- love is everywhere. &lt;strong&gt;so dont seek one, let it seek you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who's yor first crush? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- christopher. when we we're in high 2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What did you like about him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- his built. his looks. everything in between.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;Ideal Guy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Suplado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- not a problem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Muscled?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- a bit. but please, not the 6 packs. i hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gives flowers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- oh my guh. that would be sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hiphop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- then get out of my sight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Has earrings?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- that's for girls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Long Hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- no way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Torpe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- haha. i dont care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Basketball player?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- as long as he has what it takes to be one then let him be. (he's a varsity player in high school by the way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mr. Count-my-ex's-till-you-drop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- hah! ill kick your balls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guys who sings well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i dont know if he can sing well, so yeah, count him in. i want to hear him singing infront of our house----kidding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quiet/Tame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- he should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Soccer Hottie?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- he's not a player, still he's hot. so next question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Guitarist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- yes yes, definitely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loves you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- my gosh. i suppose so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;get a life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111502580031022521?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111502580031022521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111502580031022521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111502580031022521' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111460300376492428</id><published>2005-04-27T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T04:56:43.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IM THE MEANEST PERSON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;according to &lt;u&gt;someone.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i could be nice when i have to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and that's not with you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but hey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;after knowing him made me stop from being one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and probably end it right at this very moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i assure you. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's really HOOTTT. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's moreno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's tall. (5'11 to be exact)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's machooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he's not singkit. (and that's why tetet told me, i am IMPROVING.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i cant stop myself from drooling over him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he talks with me straight into my eyes and i cant help myself from melting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yaaww, &lt;em&gt;nde tayo sabay kanina.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tomorrow.. im sure of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, i wont ask for more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did i ask anything by the way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blessings come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;when you &lt;strong&gt;deserve&lt;/strong&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, &lt;strong&gt;keep the blessings coming&lt;/strong&gt;. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111460300376492428?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111460300376492428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111460300376492428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111460300376492428' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111424144963217994</id><published>2005-04-22T23:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T19:57:32.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;AS I CAN SEE, HAPPINESS IS PRICELESS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't pay for it.&lt;br /&gt;i swear :/&lt;br /&gt;so basically, being happy is &lt;u&gt;FREE. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;nice&lt;/strong&gt; guy.  &lt;33&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;hottt&lt;/strong&gt; guy.&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;tall &lt;/strong&gt;guy. &lt;br /&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;helpful&lt;/strong&gt; guy.&lt;br /&gt;he's &lt;strong&gt;kind&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;drives&lt;/strong&gt; a Pajero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;all in one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ill see you on monday, ok?&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait either. (&lt;em&gt;diba kristine&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:/&lt;br /&gt;go on and &lt;strong&gt;be happy&lt;/strong&gt; everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111424144963217994?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111424144963217994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111424144963217994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111424144963217994' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111359102621123744</id><published>2005-04-15T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T23:36:04.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TO DO TWO THINGS AT THE SAME TIME IS TO DO NEITHER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when I found you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my eyes opened to &lt;strong&gt;my wants&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my desires&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;my needs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know for once in my entire life what I really want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've never felt this sure of anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've never had anyone like this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've never had someone out of my league.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've never loved someone for no valid reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i've never loved someone because i just do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i can't imagine me without you now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and if I can't have you, then I couldn't ever be happy again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's it all worth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's my life worth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;went (again) to tetet's house (as i always do) last wednesday and caught him red-handed sleeping (&lt;em&gt;yuck ang panget&lt;/em&gt;) in his parent's room. :/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his mom&lt;/strong&gt;: jose, pasok ka. ayan si tetet oh, natutulog pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his sister&lt;/strong&gt;: ayan siya oh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: hoy! gumising ka nga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was never a bore talking to his family. free food, 2 spoiled playful kids, and tetet himself. laughed the entire afternoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then yesterday, dench, together with his friends, and i had a good laugh while waiting for our teacher. and may you know who is beside me? of all, a &lt;strong&gt;cute&lt;/strong&gt; guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, it was amazing (really?). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;walked along espanya with andrew. hay kulit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and would you please stop making rumors? once and for all, who said i liked him? my god. im sticking to my good 'ol preferences. not with YOURS. im just so sorry if you've got a preference as corny as your &lt;s&gt;pretty&lt;/s&gt; face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pathetic&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kapal ng mukha mo&lt;/em&gt;. in the first place, who said i liked him? &lt;em&gt;kayo lang ang nagpipilit na sabihin gusto ko siya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i believe i know myself more than anyone does.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont need to reaffirm myself if im gay or not. i guess it just shows. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i dont have to tell everyone neither anyone if i am gay or not. you just have to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello, everyone knows i am. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my gosh, for guts glory someone said, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i was trying hard to be one&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sorry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET YOUR FACTS FIRST, AND THEN YOU CAN DISTORT THEM AS MUCH AS YOU PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jen and his so-hot brother (who are both excited to come in the philippines) will finally be here this summer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so its all baywalk till morning, jelly beans, trying hard to fit in a corolla with 6 of us, singing with i-pod, food fest, and a lot more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;excited.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now teach me how to levitate. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;blessings come in their own way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;keep it up! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111359102621123744?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111359102621123744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111359102621123744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111359102621123744' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111316464851834728</id><published>2005-04-10T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T13:24:08.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVERS AND FRIENDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometime wanna be your lover,&lt;br /&gt;Sometime wanna be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Sometime wanna hug ya,&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands, slow-dance while the record spins,&lt;br /&gt;Opened up your heart 'cause you said I made you feel so comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;Used to play back then,and now you all grown-up like Rudy Huxtable,&lt;br /&gt;I could be your bud, you could beat me up.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no more no less.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who cares anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;boredom is killing me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i need a relief. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;God loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my father loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my mother loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my brothers and sisters loves me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;true&lt;/strong&gt; friends loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in short, people i know loves me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what the?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what more will i ask for? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sshhh.. gaw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111316464851834728?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111316464851834728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111316464851834728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111316464851834728' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111255112205464463</id><published>2005-04-03T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T11:23:26.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN ANY FORM, YOU SUCK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is it really hot in here, or is it just vin diesel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because i saw his new movie, the pacifier&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i swear, you'll be in a comatose. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yeah, WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;go and see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Last places I've been:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Greenbelt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Graduation of my other best friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Mark's [a highschool friend] place wherein we drank beers or the least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lessons learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I'm weak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Don't make the most out of it, because if you do, &lt;strong&gt;you'll end up regretting it&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I love black eyeliner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I love my grandmother. For she's always been there when i'm down, without even asking for it. [&lt;em&gt;See how &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; people treats me well&lt;/em&gt;.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-I love my family. That includes you, you, &lt;strong&gt;uhhh not you&lt;/strong&gt;, you, you, you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Im not really into beers. In fact, i hate people who &lt;s&gt;smokes 3 pack of cigarettes in a day and&lt;/s&gt; drinks beer until they're bloated. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Enchanted Kingdom this erdasmwq day. *&lt;em&gt;tthhuudd&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shoot, i ain't too proud to beg. :\ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;is it love that makes my male friends suffer insanity? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever, or just so i thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;julienne and i talked this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whhoot! a melodramatic talk to start the day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i also hate it when my friends get hurt. that's why &lt;em&gt;cursing&lt;/em&gt; people would be a great help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in any way, people would react. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;people would ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im just protecting my friends to people who do bullshits.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's not a crime. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it's just a sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[crime and sin is not the same, equally related.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so, who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just so HATE it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what you do now is not to hurt my friends in any manner or in any form. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you don’t know what you’re getting into.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the last time tetet and i talked was when he told me "&lt;em&gt;oohh, nagbago ka na lang nung nakilala mo si *****.&lt;/em&gt;" then as discreetly i would answer him with "&lt;em&gt;oy, nde noh.. mabait lang talaga ako.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that was long before..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, during jec's graduation, CHRISTOPHER was there. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then saturday night while walking along the street of mandaluyong, andre told me "jose, im proud of you. nde ka ganyan before. dati, pag may crush yung crush mo sasabihin mo mas maganda ka dun or magtatanong ka baket siya napili nun. grabe nagbago ka na." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i told him "&lt;em&gt;ganyan talaga, dahil kung nde ka magiging masaya para sakanya ano pa ang kwenta ng pagiging &lt;strong&gt;magkaibigan&lt;/strong&gt; namin?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111255112205464463?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111255112205464463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111255112205464463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111255112205464463' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111238227261716611</id><published>2005-04-01T10:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T11:11:11.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU BORE ME WITH YOUR WAR STORIES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, you're corny and you really are... &lt;strong&gt;CORNY&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you do things, pathetically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and, why am i so loving the word pathetic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;maybe, &lt;em&gt;that's the way some people live&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ugh, that's &lt;strong&gt;social suicide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EXACTLY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and many people should agree with me. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111238227261716611?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111238227261716611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111238227261716611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111238227261716611' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111220733005470459</id><published>2005-03-30T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T10:33:20.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KINDER THAN KIND.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I declare that today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;we must thank everyone and anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Therefore ... &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a week of not seeing &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;is like a lifetime&lt;/em&gt;. lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;seems a bit pathetic.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;obviously its &lt;strong&gt;really &lt;/strong&gt;pathetic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111220733005470459?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111220733005470459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111220733005470459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111220733005470459' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111206816231346701</id><published>2005-03-28T19:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:03:19.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WITH JETS AND SILVER HAMMERIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's okay if you have to go away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just remember the telephone works both ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and if I never ever hear it ring,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if nothing else I'll think the bells insid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have finally found you someone else and that's okay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause I'll remember everything you sang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You and I Both - Jason Mraz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is being &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt; a fad now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. i dont know either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if this is what karma means for me then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol. stick to my company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;belated happy easter. &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/7609450-111206816231346701?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111206816231346701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111206816231346701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206816231346701' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111177291718825085</id><published>2005-03-25T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T09:48:37.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NON-SENSE. (i know)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hay nakoh&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it seems like everyone is carelessly being nicer nowadays. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[&lt;u&gt;everyone&lt;/u&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;singular&lt;/strong&gt;, so it should be followed by a singular verb. whatever!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will i still care?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol. im breathing normally again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let it be that way. haha. :\&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;panda eyes.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;rajiv. rajiv. rajiv. rajiv. rajiv. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a crush seems to drive me nuts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it makes me go insane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WTF?! haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so yesterday, roxanne was on the verge of giving up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when suddenly, her &lt;s&gt;fuckin&lt;/s&gt; jez texted her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;roxanne dear, &lt;em&gt;let him be aware of what's happening&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so you won't be like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;holybeegeezus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there's no catch, you're just making that stupid catch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pa-awa ka rin eh noh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;haha advise advise! ako nga nahihiya ako pag andyan si rajiv. haha.&lt;/em&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im a person &lt;s&gt;who has a self-contentment too. &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111177291718825085?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111177291718825085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111177291718825085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111177291718825085' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111168611382138077</id><published>2005-03-24T09:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T09:41:53.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wacky is getting hotter... (what's up?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/57/67/15927675/9158482135793l.jpg" width="350" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; [&lt;em&gt;the guy at the center&lt;/em&gt;] &lt;em&gt;with his brothers&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...way hotter than before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111168611382138077?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111168611382138077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111168611382138077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111168611382138077' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111123454463460055</id><published>2005-03-19T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T04:20:13.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;MY SOURCE OF &lt;u&gt;TRUE HAPPINESS.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey people. im pleased to announce that tetet made the nursing cut-off. &lt;strong&gt;aquinian&lt;/strong&gt; eh! haha. &lt;em&gt;ang galing galing.. wala lang.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img height="430" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/dfadas.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saturday afternoon in galleria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha tet, gift ko na sayo sa pagka-pasok mo sa cut-off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;il shut my being a real writer starting now.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111123454463460055?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111123454463460055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111123454463460055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111123454463460055' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111099386934177690</id><published>2005-03-16T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T00:55:23.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACTION SPEAKS LOUDER THAN WORDS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its when you promise things and mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its when you give your words and do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its when you swear things and execute it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and its when you see to it that in any amount, you should &lt;strong&gt;do things&lt;/strong&gt; rather than &lt;strong&gt;say things&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im confident with that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;confident that doing things weighs more than the talking itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello, i speak alot and im proud of that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to hell with the consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i do things and i wont give care if it would take my time, my pride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[it also comes in saying &lt;s&gt;sorry.&lt;/s&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i guess so..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;bahala na lang si batman..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at ito na lang.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont despise anyone as much as some people do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wont do what my &lt;strong&gt;real &lt;/strong&gt;friends are doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's not me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im just bothered, who started this again?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and pathetically speaking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wont hide and name myself as &lt;em&gt;anonymous&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i will not do what you, Mr. ROMIR FRANCIS did &lt;em&gt;para lang dumami ang kaaway niyo at kakampi ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dumadami sila&lt;/em&gt; in a nature's way.. not in my own way. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dig that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wont do things &lt;em&gt;that would make myself obvious&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now, i so pity you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yan ang ewww.. maawa ka naman sa sarili mo!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anonymous [the one who wrote in spanish], unbaptized and the recent anonymous -&lt;/strong&gt; gosh myrrh.. humor me, tickle me! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look ah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from my chatterbox:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;anonymous&gt;anonymous: lol. had enough? you deserve it butthead! next time you mess with my friend, think a hundred times okay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;unbaptized&gt;unbaptized: eeew! kawawa ka naman. ang dami nang nag-aaway sayo. umayos ka kasi! wakekekekek...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;anonymous&gt;anonymous: ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;anonymous&gt;anonymous: haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;anonymous&gt;anonymous: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;anonymous&gt;anonymous: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;anonymous&gt;anonymous: happy summer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from kate's chatterbox:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;myrrh&gt;Myrrh: Hainku! wag monalang pansinin.. hehe,, lam m bang inaaway n namn ako! ksyo ako dw ung ngttag.. sh*t, pero okay lang.. it goes to show na iniisip nya ako lagi! oh diba?! nadagdagan tuloy FANS ko.. hehehe.. muah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it all goes down to you ROMIR! correct me if im wrong.. 222.126.48.* is your IP address. and in regards to my chatterbox and kate's.. isnt it funny that it comes from that address? THAT's SO PATHETIC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wag kang paawa myrrh! fans?! sino? ako? fucking NO myrrh! i will never be your fan. dumadami ang kaaway? pano dadami eh iisa lang yan. ano ka may clone? yuck naman.. for christ's sake! dont say bad words.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inaaway ka dyan.. kesyo kesyo mo mukha mo! huling-huli ka na.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you want proof then tell me.. ill show it to you.. kahit anong name pa ang ilagay mo dyan sa chatterbox.. lumalabas galing din sayo eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get a LIFE, man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're not just pissing me.. you're pissing yourself the hell out of this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i right or i am absolutely RIGHT? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kung gusto mo sayo ang huling halakhak, iyo na noh.. kainin mo pa hanggang gusto mo.. hinding hindi ko siya aagawin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now i should be spending my time for a sensible act.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;have a good day everyone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111099386934177690?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111099386934177690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111099386934177690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111099386934177690' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111089257277648049</id><published>2005-03-15T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T05:24:23.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IT'S CALLED &lt;u&gt;SCOURING RUSHES&lt;/u&gt; BECAUSE IT HAS SILICA DIOXIDE.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha kapal ng face nun ah. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"nung nagiintay ako, tumabi sya sakin eh.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nyek.. haha kelan yun? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala na ata ako maalala na nangyari yun ah?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lunch with ** &amp; ******.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ayus lang yun!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;love hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and love will not be called love when it doesnt hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmmppfftt.. grabe init kaninang hapon. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teppie&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;don't wori abt it.. hayaan mo cla.. kc pag pinatulan mo.. anung pinagkaiba mo sa kanila?! k lang yan..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wag ka na masad ayt?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ur still a great friend para sa akin.. kahit ano pa man ang sabihin ng iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay.. kahit na nde mo inaamin sa sarili mo.. alam ko naman na kahit ideny mo pa ng 1 million times eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AFFECTED ka!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[&lt;em&gt;oo nga noh? astig ah.. weh.. i am indeeed.. and i dont have to show it. you just have to feel that i am to see the real me. at anong affected? haha.. since when? :/&lt;/em&gt; ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y48/teppie/uste/th_P2210734.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y48/teppie/uste/th_P2210733.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y48/teppie/uste/th_P2210728.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y48/teppie/uste/th_P2210727.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y48/teppie/uste/th_3e1f4dbf.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y48/teppie/uste/th_4eee9ebf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y48/teppie/uste/th_Beh.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y48/teppie/uste/th_Image16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y48/teppie/uste/th_AnOto.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photobucket.com/albums/y48/teppie/uste/th_AbnOrmal.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;huirhyejklhdfjbhuierkbdjkfh61424u8917@#)(!@!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111089257277648049?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111089257277648049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111089257277648049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111089257277648049' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111082490129071271</id><published>2005-03-14T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T10:28:21.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WELCOME TO MY LIFE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;haha.. siguro masaya&lt;/em&gt; if &lt;em&gt;yung movie na panonoorin&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;eh nde mo pa napapanood.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero ayos lang.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a great time laughing with the movie "&lt;strong&gt;constantine&lt;/strong&gt;" again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[constantine, john constantine, &lt;strong&gt;you asshole&lt;/strong&gt;!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sino kaya yung mga kasama ko?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;jose ang ingay mo.. [oo nga ang ingay ko..]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ok lang yun eh wala naman tao ah.. tsaka napanood ko na yan noh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kame nde pa eh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;alam ko.. kaya kkwento ko nalang sa inyo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wag wag wag please.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gusto ko.. dahil.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;TRIP KO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tsaka nga pala dahil sabi ni &lt;u&gt;[********]&lt;/u&gt;  non-sense daw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh di wag na lang! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lets just say, people loves me for being like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they want me for im true, &lt;em&gt;pranka, at walang pakialam sa nararamdaman ng iba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hello.. baket ko pakekealaman ang feelings ng ibang tao kung sarili ko ngang feelings eh nde nila pinapakelaman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ano toh? sayangan ng oras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;di bale ng wag na lang kesa naman magkasisihan pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as i would say, i have my own beliefs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have my own principles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and perhaps, &lt;strong&gt;i have my right to have my own rights.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do i have to change?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or better, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do i need to change for a certain/particular person just to accept me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hell N-O. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and i dont have to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;why would i? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am ME. and &lt;strong&gt;i will be accepted this way&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or else &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;'ll not get to be in my LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you just have to accept what's real underneath with that sarcastic shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good morning everyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111082490129071271?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111082490129071271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111082490129071271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111082490129071271' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111074466859442448</id><published>2005-03-13T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T12:59:56.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PIHIKAN?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at kelan naging?&lt;br /&gt;haha..&lt;br /&gt;baka mabait lang talaga ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pheww..&lt;br /&gt;at least i can breathe now&lt;br /&gt;regardless of the past events&lt;br /&gt;ewan ko lang ah, pero sa pagkaka-alam ko, mas masaya ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;"iba ka sakanila nuh"&lt;br /&gt;[iba naman talaga ko noh. and you dont have to be a real woman to be beautiful, you just need to know you're beautiful, to be beautiful]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"its ok jose, you aint losing anything"&lt;br /&gt;[since when did i lose with/to claptraps? haha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"usted no esta en terminos buenos con ese hombre alegre?"&lt;br /&gt;[hay tet, obviously we are..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"todos le adoran"&lt;br /&gt;[definitely. haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ellos estan apenas celosos para usted puede mezclar con otras personas"&lt;br /&gt;[hello.. obvious naman noh.. sociable is what the name JOSE stands for.. haha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ano nangyari sa black mo na bracelet? nawalan ka ng kaibigan?"&lt;br /&gt;[ewan, kasi naputol siya nung.. ah basta. siguro totoo toh.. kaya nag-iisa nalang cya.. haha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jkjsdlkfjakjriueifjskadjlajiqyueteoq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111074466859442448?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111074466859442448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111074466859442448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111074466859442448' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111054015524980668</id><published>2005-03-11T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T03:22:35.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AHORA YO LE ME COMPADEZCO MAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yo me puse el cuidado si todos seran enemigos de amigo de su/su.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ademas, usted empezo esto. el derecho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y tan. el dios solo sabe quien el infierno anonimo es! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y solo El sabe quien le odia mas que hago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pare preguntar mí que el infierno anonimo es. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;porque yo no tengo ninguna idea tambien!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;estupido! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;digamos apenas, las personas que comentan en su blog no le quieren. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y oye,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;diga a sus amigos para cerrar el jode arriba o mas...&lt;em&gt; ako na ang mag-uumpisa ng gulo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;veamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yo no he obtenido nada decir ya ahora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yo todavía le me compadezco, mi &lt;strong&gt;(anterior)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;u&gt;gemelo!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111054015524980668?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111054015524980668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111054015524980668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111054015524980668' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-111028175444878856</id><published>2005-03-08T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T03:41:34.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YO LE ME COMPADEZCO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yo le me compadezco para llorar en su ex. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yo le me compadezco para usted no merece mi amistad con usted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yo le me compadezco para usted no es apenas un asshole pero un dolor en el asno en mi vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;usted sabe que cuan aguda la lengua es. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y pienso su apropiado que usted merece lo que he dicho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quien cuida si im no bienvenida ya en su blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;joda lejos que usted caga a hombre! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y les lo dice a todos sus amigos, "MUERE a RAMERA MUERE!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yo le dije.. yo no parare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hahahahaha....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y a usted mi querido amigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yo no quiero verle ya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he estado diciendo que a todos sus amigos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y si usted querria habla conmigo entonces no personalmente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"naiilang ako.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y si usted acaba de hablar conmigo acerca de su amigo que lloro a usted sintiendose &lt;em&gt;mo kasalanan ko&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im que dice usted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yo no le lo tengo que explicar a usted. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;y si tengo a, usted creera en mi? No, el &lt;strong&gt;DERECHO&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por supuesto, usted estara en su ex el lado! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;quien es yo a usted &lt;em&gt;ba&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sin embargo, un asshole tambien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;suficiente de esto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-111028175444878856?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111028175444878856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/111028175444878856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111028175444878856' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110985294630888537</id><published>2005-03-03T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T04:36:58.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;WEH, WEH, WEH at isa pang WEH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was never your puppet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you are not my boss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're not even my parents nor my only superior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so, dont ask me to stop coz i will never stop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mr spongebob is right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one is perfect. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and if you're perfect, &lt;strong&gt;you're a monster&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did i made sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yehey.. i did... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and its &lt;strong&gt;an information for you to know that you are&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and hey, tetet and i are laughing when he saw your &lt;u&gt;movie&lt;/u&gt; which is a total trash. hahahahaha... *sarcastically laughing*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lastly, im not scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lalo pa sa mga taong AYAW KONG MAKILALA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wag ngang mag-feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lalo pa't its irritating kung mag-feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sus. maka-panakot kala naman nakakatakot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh to tell you honestly, im not scared with the things you told me.. why naman? may nakakatakot ba? im scared lang naman with the way you look eh. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to be so over with this non-sense bullshits...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;today, it just so happens that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i saw michael when i was on my way to my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- we had a practice for our finals in PE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- teppie laughed when she saw me dancing with a girl. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- teppie and i played 2 players of snake 2 during lunch time. &lt;em&gt;sayang nde namin makuha ang 5 yung big food ng snake.&lt;/em&gt; haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;na-sense ng guidance counselor namin&lt;/em&gt; that my hyperactive mode was on for the past few days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her: jose, anong problem? baket masyado kang masaya ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on a coniotic shit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: mam no mam. actually it started last monday pa eh and maybe its because im getting prettier everyday? what do you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her: heh! ano nga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: eh kase, remember may kaaway ako? well today, not just one.. but three.. and the fact na magkaka-klase pa sila..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her: masaya ka dahil may kaaway ka? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: of course, its not everyday i get the chance to have a kaaway.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her: naghahanap ka ng away? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: no! they are in search for it. and besides, im not scared if may kaaway ako.. hay nakoh naman. ako pa ang aawayin ng mga tao??&lt;strong&gt; mag-isip nga&lt;/strong&gt; sila for a change.. tsaka masama na pala ang magsabi ng totoo ngayon noh? hehe.. kaya pala maraming pinapatay na totoong manunulat.. eh pano yan? gusto ko lang naman din isulat kung ano nilalaman ng utak ko.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;her: oh i see.. but be careful ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: yes mam.. i will.. and dont worry.. after 10 years pa naman ako papatayin ng mga tao eh.. haha.. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- p. noval with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- had our psychology test and got a fucking 34 with over 55 items. tsktsktsk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- i didnt saw raymund today.. pero yesterday.. haha. :/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- ewan na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not just happy, im OVER-JOYED, OVERWHELMED, lahat na ng over!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, we were in jayme's debut somewhere at roxas boulevard. haha. madaming singkit nakakainis. shempre pamilya ng mga intsik eh. haha. yung ibang pics nasa phone eh shempre kelangan ko pa cya i-upload. haha. ito nalang muna.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photos courtesy of jansen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 389px; HEIGHT: 318px" height="400" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/DSC00793.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in cena's dorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 387px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="400" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/DSC00798.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cena's dorm part 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 306px" height="400" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/DSC00811.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yuck.. mga walang magawa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 388px; HEIGHT: 316px" height="400" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/DSC00823.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ohmigats!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 391px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="400" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/DSC00831.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;w/ glecy, eya, and frances. look at my candle.. haha. pang 18 wishes yan eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas maganda yung mga pictures sa phone ko.. haha. :) excited na ko i-post dito.. pero kelangan ko pa ng IR. maghahanap nga ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;done for today.. ill try to post some of our pics tomorrow..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110985294630888537?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110985294630888537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110985294630888537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110985294630888537' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110958808721063029</id><published>2005-02-28T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T02:54:47.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TIRAHAN PALA DITO AH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src ="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/02/11392079/882426982835l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear &lt;u&gt;MYRRH&lt;/u&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh cge. entrada my ass. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nde na ko magpapaka-plastic..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kung ayaw mo tanggapin ang sorry ko wala akong pakialam sayo!&lt;br /&gt;eh di wag.. the hell with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ang naalala ko tinanong ko lang naman kung bakit mo ko tinatanong ng ganun..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;badtrip ako nun at in-explain ko yun sayo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kung badtrip ka naman iniintindi kita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh kung nagalit ka..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EH DI MAGALIT KA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dahil napapa-plastikan ako sa post mo.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let's see.. *excited mode: ON!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendship is one of the thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;s I really treasure in my term in this world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[totoo? eh baket ka nagbibigay ng idea ng away na toh?]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inevitably, I won't waste precious time for this to be given to a no-no deserving one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[dont worry, you certainly never became a deserving one to me also!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Moi keepin' you company doesn't compell you to give back what I've given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[whatever you say gay man!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I need is RESPECT, that's if you know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[i know what R-E-S-P-E-C-T means.. and to tell you honestly? you dont deserve my respect!]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please be firm with your words the next time you want a fight with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont like it to be done in/with this non-sense way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;chaka ayaw ko na rin na after mo matauhan, kakausapin mo nalang ako ng biglaan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remember the last time we fought? grabe nagulat ako kinausap mo nalang ako bigla.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ano magagawa ko? eh sadyang mabait ata ako eh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;proof&lt;/strong&gt; that eventhough you hated me before, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eventhough i recieved many hate words from you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you were never a lost! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dig that into your fucking head!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to your previous post,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i never acted "&lt;em&gt;as if i know everything&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in fact, i dont know anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i admit bobo ako. eh ano ngayon?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to tell you&lt;strong&gt; frankly&lt;/strong&gt; without hesitations, the reason why im asking a question is because i dont know the answer&lt;em&gt;..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAGTANONG KA NGA AT SAGUTIN MO SA SARILI MO! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;naka-droga ka ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at sana pag magsasabi ka ng&lt;/em&gt; "i will never do anything to mess our friendship.." &lt;em&gt;next time sa mga friends mo eh..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;totohanin mo pwede? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kaya alam mo ng binasa ko yung comment mo before, hehe.. natawa ko.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;walang kwenta eh.. paulit-ulit nalang..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kaka-sawa.. kaya tignan mo at alalahanin mo, kelan ko sinabi yun sayo? dba never.. eh kase alam ko&lt;/em&gt; im not a perfect person.. besides, NO ONE IS. i know someday, somehow, i will going to mess up with my friends &lt;em&gt;kasi tao ako.. madalas din ako magkamali.. at sa pagkakamaling yun nde mo maiiwasan ang makipag-away dahil nde ka tao pag wala ka pang naka-away.. oh well, na-paranoid ka eh and&lt;/em&gt; i had enough of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you are an indeed friend, WALA KANG PAKIALAM SA MOOD SWINGS NG FRIEND MO DAHIL NEVER NAGING REQUIREMENT SA PAGKAKAIBIGAN ANG PAKELAMAN ANG MOOD SWINGS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to wrap this fucking up, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in this blog-- im ending our friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sinimulan mo eh di ako tatapos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you being a friend is all just a BULLSHIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;magalit ka na kung magalit ka, besides, iisa lang ang parati kong sinasabi and ill let it remind to you again, &lt;strong&gt;I WONT CARE&lt;/strong&gt;!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;magmama-tigas ako, dahil nag-sorry na ko ayaw mo pa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough with you also!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;FRIENDSHIP WITH MYRRH... *with a sarcastic smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;THE END.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;THANKS FOR BEING ONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;phewww... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;REMEMBER: &lt;strong&gt;YOU ARE NOT A LOST&lt;/strong&gt;. if i am to you also, hehe, i still wont care..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110958808721063029?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110958808721063029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110958808721063029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110958808721063029' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110916526945311095</id><published>2005-02-23T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T05:27:49.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I DO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fault.&lt;br /&gt;my bad.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;and its eating me up the hell out of it.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. and i mean it.&lt;br /&gt;i do.&lt;br /&gt;dont ever think i changed the way i look towards you.&lt;br /&gt;thats not what i know.&lt;br /&gt;and thats not what will going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;i know, i get mad and sometimes fear you.&lt;br /&gt;its not appropriate but i think its my way of saying i care for you.&lt;br /&gt;of course, i dont want to see you suffering nor in pain.&lt;br /&gt;gahh, who wants?&lt;br /&gt;ive seen enough of it and i think that's enough.&lt;br /&gt;i believe in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;BE GOOD!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;hey hey hey.&lt;br /&gt;Alguien me toma gravemente.&lt;br /&gt;Alguien me trata como uno de sus amigos verdaderos.&lt;br /&gt;Y pienso que eso es suficiente para mí decir orgullosamente "hey, tengo todavía el uso aquí en esta tierra, usted sabe?".&lt;br /&gt;alguien verdadero, alguien quién necesidad de doesnt que mí esconder debajo de una máscara&lt;br /&gt;Alguien que me aceptará para que soy.&lt;br /&gt;Dé gracias a dios, ella no es apenas alguien. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ella es VERDADERA.&lt;br /&gt;Da las gracias para el hombre de ayuda! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Yo le debo mucho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tome el cuidado todos..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110916526945311095?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110916526945311095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110916526945311095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110916526945311095' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110846061914270041</id><published>2005-02-15T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T14:14:33.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HEART's DAY HAPPENINGS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hearts get hurt, hearts get wound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hearts can be crushed, hearts can be ruined&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hearts can love, hearts can hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hearts can let go, hearts can injure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hearts insist, hearts resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hearts can forgive, but never a heart can regret. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was louie who started to be it,&lt;strong&gt; a memorable day&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he swept off my feet by serenading my friend infront of the class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;big flowers, bunch of chocolates, with matching &lt;em&gt;pa-awa&lt;/em&gt; script. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gaahh, i told you, if you just did that to me, i'll answer you right away. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not all men can do that and have the guts to say what's really IT in a man's heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;good thing, im around with the so-called male species who knows how to deal with what i call LIFE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hanging-out slash sharing my super corny jokes slash with his friend after break time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala lang: someone scared the hell out of us. (super scary shit man!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. &lt;em&gt;buti nalang may party yung faculty kaya &lt;/em&gt;my break is up to 2pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ill tell you more when we see each other again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yeah, the book i wanted you to read is still with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and wait wait wait, i didnt said too that its her fault. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it aint gonna be her's. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its just you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahahaha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dinner with my family in the &lt;u&gt;over-rated-in-my-ear&lt;/u&gt; market market! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but then thank god its not in the same restaurant we always chow-in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;henrica dear: haha. kalimutan mo na yung nangyari pwede? maraming lalake dyan. hahanap tayo! hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;baket ba? eh &lt;strong&gt;masaya lang naman ako&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coz for me, this is what real wonderful day of hearts really means!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;remember: i stopped saying shits on you! (eventhough i dont). but still, you should stop it also. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and guess what the hell didnt made my day? seeing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the people i just dont like to see.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know its bullshit. &lt;strong&gt;pero mas bullshit ang nag-ffeeling heartthrob! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leche. &lt;u&gt;NAKAKAIRITA KA!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take care and good day, everyone... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110846061914270041?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110846061914270041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110846061914270041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110846061914270041' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110805269714704130</id><published>2005-02-10T07:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T20:36:18.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;STRANGE THINGS ARE OCCURRING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know what's not fair? &lt;em&gt;It's when you're thinking about someone and want to let them know but "aren't supposed to" because of some "rule" that dictates "appropriate behavior" after someone "acts strangely" again. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm learning that there's a difference between "missing someone" and "pining for them". So, while it's all great and good to get swept up in a whirlwind romance, it makes things far too complicated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;heard mass for ash wednesday with tetet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M&amp;M's. Melts in your mouth, not in your hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i told you this na eh and you know i did because im just being a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you're an angel in disguise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;look how far he change when he met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he doesnt smoke anymore. (he sometimes do pala ah. haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he doesnt drink anymore. (social drinking pa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sinungaling na lalake yan!&lt;/em&gt; haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;social ba yung 5 na ng umaga umiinom pa? hahahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh yung ayaw magpapigil mag yosi? sometimes pa ba yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you take care of him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if i see him again with an emotional wound, im going to kill you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i swear, i will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;he told me he'll do something for you this valentine's day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(spills!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whoo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and to you dear friend, sorry! &lt;em&gt;maski nde mo toh mabasa sorry pa rin. nde naman lahat nasabi ko eh.. may&lt;/em&gt; 90 percent &lt;em&gt;pa naman na natitira.&lt;/em&gt; haha. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, you're &lt;u&gt;getting&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ewww, shit man! you are HOT!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, you're always in my prayers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will always be here for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't give a shit &lt;em&gt;mawala man ang ibang tao. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;naman! sino ba naman sila diba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and remember: we're doing things to feel a satisfaction in ourselves, and not to be praised by anyone! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;gah, &lt;u&gt;this is killing me. &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hearsays are shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it really does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;fuck to &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt; who made my life miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because of you i can't look straight into his eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;wait lang.. eh ano ngayon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know. maybe its because most of his friends are also my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shit man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sana hindi na siya magtanong ulit. hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks dony. &lt;em&gt;haha. buti nalang matalino ka, dahil kung hindi. nakuh! baka now palang&lt;/em&gt; you're visiting me &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; on my death bed. gaahhh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;don't make me feel you are important! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you did it to &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;, and guess what? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm gonna do it to you also. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you know how it saddens me when i see my friends in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just wait, you silly shit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy hearts day, everyone. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110805269714704130?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110805269714704130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110805269714704130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110805269714704130' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110734502241730137</id><published>2005-02-02T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T04:03:33.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a STUPID CHAIN.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.midwest-croatians.org/stjoseph/chain.gif" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it comes in different style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in a different manner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in a different fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in a different approach.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in any way you want it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its still a stupid chain. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it was just made to make a money out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its just a metal plated with gold or silver or in any color the maker wants it to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you wont call this chain a chain anymore if you put a meaning into it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it could be a sign of friendship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or maybe a token.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now, the chain is now your symbol of whatsoever. ( i guess so..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it won't be stupid if no one would break it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;into pieces. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and if no one would eradicate the essence of the one wearing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mine is fragile, if you ask me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and if it broke into pieces, then i cant pick it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;am i right? .... or .... am i wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;----&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now im thinking if these people is putting me down or just playing tricks on me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first is myrrh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;hey, thanks for understanding. its not you i swear&lt;/em&gt;. and i wil tell you naman if its you. naalala mo yung kantang rainbow na sinabi ko for you? totoo yun!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then erica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;pano ka naman nadamay dito?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lately this afternoon, kate texted me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;im telling you.. if you wont believe in me, then dont&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and just now, its ralph.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(&lt;em&gt;ikaw din! bahala ka sa buhay mo..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;KUNG AYAW NYO MANIWALA, EH DI WAG. HINDING HINDI KO KAYO PIPILITIN NOH. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at isa pa, &lt;strong&gt;friendship &lt;em&gt;will never be&lt;/em&gt; called a friendship &lt;u&gt;when you don't trust.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pinag-tutulungan nyo ba ko o nang-gagago lang kayo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or siguro may kasalanan kayo saken kaya parang armalite kayo na sabay-sabay kung mag-react. (armalite eh noh?) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pwes, kung totoo &lt;strong&gt;nde ako natutuwa&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're not only my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and not all in this blog pertains just to the four of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it can be to everybody!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it can be to me, myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it can be to our dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;or to my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;high school classmate&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nde naman siguro masama maglabas ng galit dito noh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not reasoning out the previous entry shit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im just doing what i know is correct. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and its in my previous profile in friendster thing that being my friend entails a lot of exertion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if you can't take my attitudes, then go find another JOSE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wont be my lost.&lt;br /&gt;and its not gonna be a lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it doesnt matter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it wont matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's what i will always know&lt;/strong&gt;, as far as I am is the concern.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;take care everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110734502241730137?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110734502241730137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110734502241730137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110734502241730137' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110702054214770789</id><published>2005-01-29T08:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T19:59:11.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;VISITING MY ALMA MATER (again), MALL HOPPING, BOY HUNTING, WATCHING SCQ BACKSTAGE, SEEING MY LONG-TIME CRUSH, and the &lt;em&gt;two of&lt;/em&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha, visiting my high school alma mater for the field demo is a blast. its the school's 40th anniversary and im glad i dont have any regrets in waking up at 6:30 in the morning for it. :) field demo is one of the activities in school that shouldn't be missed watching. whhoo, i miss dancing in front of the parents, the outsiders, the teachers, the nuns, the administration, and to our schoolmates. it happened in less than an hour or so but i know the preparation of it is not easy. lets look, it takes the student to dance in a never-ending rehearsals, enduring the heat of the sun if the schedule of practice is in the afternoon, the boredom, the screams and shouts of the teacher and the people around you. yes its corny but it feels good in the end. looking back at the senior's dance last year, why did they ask us to dance it again? or why did they seek one of my classmates to teach the teachers our dance for the teacher's day? haha, maybe &lt;u&gt;we are so great and made a remarkable impression.&lt;/u&gt; right batchmates? *grins* that our batch cant be compared to anyone and just simply the best. enough..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;galleria with jay, anthony, and babs to eat lunch. and megastrip without babs. he has to attend an important(?) thing which is so rude. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;SCQ! nyeh. &lt;strong&gt;i was forced&lt;/strong&gt; (overrated line) &lt;strong&gt;to watch&lt;/strong&gt;. (NOTE: before you read this entire shit, just please leave your bullshits somewhere. i dont want to hear(?) you nor getting into your mind the "&lt;em&gt;Yuck ang jologs naman nito nagpunta ng scq&lt;/em&gt;" shit. besides, this is mine! and i'll write here the things i want to write and you cant stop me from writing it.) :\ back into my &lt;em&gt;ka-cornihan,&lt;/em&gt; i got excited too because we'll get there free and in the backstage (&lt;em&gt;yes! with the privilege of seeing the artistas and have some signs and pictures and full time screaming faggots that's so irritating&lt;/em&gt;) which you can see people around screaming and complete with banners and balloons saying "i love you (&lt;em&gt;insert the questor's name&lt;/em&gt;)!!! you'll win" shit. i saw robby carmona, marc acueza, aj dee(&lt;em&gt;check my spelling&lt;/em&gt;.), piolo pascual, bea alonzo, the first batch of fab 5, carlos agassi, diether ocampo, kristine hermosa, many more, and of course, the second batch of fab 5. yah call me whatever and i wont care. i was star-strucked but guess how i became excited? ok, someone screamed "&lt;em&gt;ayan na si jericho&lt;/em&gt;". then i replied, "WHAT??? &lt;em&gt;grabe&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;makikita ko na yung long-time crush ko..&lt;/em&gt;shit!!" hay.. &lt;strong&gt;you made my day&lt;/strong&gt; honey. too bad, i need to leave and i'll stay if you wanted me to. sad thing is, you have work and i get jealous whenever other girls are screaming your name so i left. (NYEH!!!!) whatever it is, he is my crush and only kim-&lt;s&gt;bies&lt;/s&gt; knows from the start that i crush jericho. harhar. (&lt;em&gt;ngayon alam mo na! may pake ka&lt;/em&gt;?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yehey! jay told me he'll going to invite me with a backstage access in the next cosmopolitan's 100 bachelors on september! and he promised me he'll going to give me a picture of jericho from his office. haha. excited&lt;em&gt; na ko..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i wont believe in you anymore. you're just making excuses and it sucks! its obvious if you didnt know. &lt;em&gt;ay nga pala&lt;/em&gt;, you wont know. coz i guess you're such a great shit. its awfully obvious! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;im miserable that you just dont care, do you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;stop asking me about how it was, how it is. not even a bit about it. it keeps on reminding me bullshit things and worrying about it is killing me. things are getting fine now. so stop the shit. i dont want to see you in a long face again. :) of course, i dont breathe seeing my (READ!)best friends in all the world setting apart. (oy, nga pala may kasalanan ka pa sakin ah? haha. :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it would be a fool to let you go. (&lt;em&gt;you know what i mean..&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110702054214770789?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110702054214770789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110702054214770789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110702054214770789' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110597628743256882</id><published>2005-01-17T06:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T04:49:47.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;IN THIS LIFE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life goes around. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life has many circumstances.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life is a blast of mysteries.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;life is whatever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it is, certainly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in any reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in any time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and in any day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it will go round and round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even without your permission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and im thankful for it is moving like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that's just it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, so after our intro to medtech and filipino prelims, stayed in school until 2pm. &lt;em&gt;wala lang.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i overheard someone saying "&lt;em&gt;gusto ko yung ugali ni jose!&lt;/em&gt;" hahaha. as far as you &lt;u&gt;dont know&lt;/u&gt;, my ears are still clapping up to now with what you said. &lt;em&gt;crush nga kita before eh. pero singkit ka eh im trying to avoid to have a crush with singkits na nga eh. sorry ka. haha. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll be the one&lt;/strong&gt; who will replace the string for my brother's guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;not unless there will be someone who has some pity and will help me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero wait lang, its not my fault ah? (oo noh. naalala ko nakkpag-daldalan ako kay migs nun eh)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pero sige pag nagka-pera ko angelo panget ka. bibilhan na kita. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kasi eh noh, alam mo naman nag-iipon ako para sa house and lot ko tapos iisipin ko pa yang string mo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;angelo&lt;/b&gt; (my brother) : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoy! sabihan mo nga sa magaling mong kaibigan yung string ng gitara ko. baka gusto nila atang paabutin ng isang taon yun ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;paki-ulit nga yun? anong hoy ka dyan! i have a name and its jose. tsaka eh di ikaw ang magsabi. string mo yun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;angelo &lt;/b&gt;: &lt;em&gt;eh mga kaibigan mo yung nag-sira ng string ko eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;: ano ngayon? eh dba tinawagan mo na sila nung christmas at ano sabi? dba OO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angelo&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oo nga eh ano na ngayon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;january na!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hay nakoh! nde ko nga maintindihan eh. kung tawagan mo na lang sila ulit noh baka magkaintindihan pa kayo. tinatamad ako makipag-usap ngayon. bahala ka sa buhay mo.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(...at may gana pa ko magalit nyan.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;picture picture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(this afternoon) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v240/j0se_barza/pictures.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hey, being your friend, i can say, is one of the best things that happened to me next to being alive. yes it is! we've been through a lot of ups and downs and i dont regret that i get to experience it with you. i know i don't have the right to get mad or to get jealous or to feel whatever not right because its not appropriate and besides, im just a friend. i wont base &lt;strong&gt;this feeling&lt;/strong&gt; in any angle i can see. not on how long we talk, not on how often we talk, nor how many times we do text each other. i've learned a lot from you. i am what i am because you've helped me grown into something i wont regret for the rest of my life. dont get me wrong, im doing things i know for myself will make you happy. but im not blowing my own horn for it and you know that. let's just say, i'm gonna do everything for you, everything i dont normally do, things which i wont do to anyone. why? coz you're my &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; you know that! your worth the things im doing. every time i hear your name i feel this misery and &lt;em&gt;no one can help me except you.&lt;/em&gt; just to hear your voice , just to see you smiling, just to let you know  that i'm always here for you puts me in a total bliss. im leaving you to them. it sucks but it will be alright. its rude but its true. just take care of yourself.  im missing you.. terribly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i will always be here for you no matter what happens.. ( ü you know my number)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;to the other people&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;this i tell you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;treasure all those things you have &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt; and not those things you will have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;coz the moment the things you have now is lost, you're going to realize its worth when it's already gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;whatever man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;did i make some fucking sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'll study now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110597628743256882?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110597628743256882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110597628743256882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110597628743256882' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110535431315366187</id><published>2005-01-10T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T02:55:07.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;JOYRIDE. THE WEEK THAT WAS.&lt;br /&gt;TET, sino nga pala yung basted? :)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the monday of last week when my &lt;i&gt;forty winks&lt;/i&gt; had disturbed my life.&lt;br /&gt;haha. but then i wont regret it.&lt;br /&gt;why will i regret it when it is not always i can get to hang-out with my far-away friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday. my class will start at 8.&lt;br /&gt;the night of sunday. from kamuning we headed straight to baywalk with jeekho, their tito mark, gelo, bryan, and jen. it was fun. yeah! we're walking while we're listening to the freaky bands there, then to blue wave in pasay's starbucks. and to emjie's house in paranaque. pheww.. &lt;i&gt;layo!&lt;/i&gt; got home at around 2:00 in the morning. and i have to get up by 4:30.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday. my PE class starts at 7.&lt;br /&gt;the night of monday. i went to their house in kamuning. poooff!! jeekho asked me if i wanted to go with them again. i said why not? so baywalk, pasay, paranaque, then pasig again! got home at 2:30 and i have to be awake by 4am. haha. saw &lt;b&gt;demon&lt;/b&gt; after PE. (hey tet, you know who he is!) shit man! lunch in sm manila with myrrh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday. class starts at 8.&lt;br /&gt;hay ewan. aarrrgghh. wake up time: &lt;b&gt;4:30.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thursday. class starts at 10:30.&lt;br /&gt;but the hell with my PE. i have to go to school by 7 so that we can able to practice our freakin' practicals in social dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday. class starts at 7.&lt;br /&gt;nothing unusual. dismissed by 11. lunch with joseph and his classmates. saw tetet and the three of us ended up laughing very hard. 3 in the afternoon when i got home. &lt;strong&gt;bonded with dad at galleria and watched ocean's twelve&lt;/strong&gt;. and starbuck's tazo tea. yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. class starts at 9.&lt;br /&gt;math time when glecy texted me, "&lt;em&gt;jose namiss na kita, antagal na natin nde nag-talk&lt;/em&gt;.." haha. &lt;em&gt;napa-iyak ako&lt;/em&gt;.. then lunch with john and henrica. and that afternoon, we practiced for our PE shit. henrica taught me how to drive and reverse. hahaha!! &lt;strong&gt;sa susunod, iikot na tayo ng ust!&lt;/strong&gt; haha. &lt;strong&gt;humanda ka!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;strong&gt;driving me insane and i dont know why&lt;/strong&gt;. probably, for the fact that im terribly missing my prince charming. (and who the hell he is?) FIGURE IT OUT!! haha. :) i dont even know who he is. ohmigats! then &lt;strong&gt;sterotype&lt;/strong&gt; in one of my friends vocabulary means &lt;strong&gt;usual&lt;/strong&gt;. yeah! that's so fuuny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok... so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sino nga uli yung na-basted?&lt;/b&gt; hahahahaha... &lt;i&gt;ang yabang kasi ng itsura. pangit naman. basted tuloy. &lt;/i&gt;yeah! coz ur a total freak, dear! and that's what you can get for being a bastard shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im done!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110535431315366187?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110535431315366187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110535431315366187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110535431315366187' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110484745407822253</id><published>2005-01-04T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T06:04:14.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREAKIN LIES, DEVASTATED, TIRED, and FIGHTIN' BACK WITH THE DEMON.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are certain things that needs to be taken away from your memory.&lt;br /&gt;memories that drains your certainty.&lt;br /&gt;things that draws away even your identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;im in pain. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and im sure of that.&lt;br /&gt;i heard something about you.&lt;br /&gt;but you could just imagine how my heart felt when i heard it.&lt;br /&gt;it was like pinning needles into it.&lt;br /&gt;and was a little thwarted to find myself hiding from you.&lt;br /&gt;hiding from you the things that should be existing in reality.&lt;br /&gt;im up for the challenge!!!&lt;br /&gt;all those things are happening to crash into me at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;why? &lt;s&gt;coz i said so! &lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i will be over with this phase soon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please help me.. anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110484745407822253?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110484745407822253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110484745407822253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110484745407822253' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110428576541892250</id><published>2004-12-28T17:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T18:02:45.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;POLICARPIO STREET, SHIT BUT USEFUL TALKS, and BONDING SESSIONS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, when i was about to get up from my sleep, i told myself "ah shit, wala nanaman magagawa dito sa bahay. kelangan kong umalis. haha.." so i called tetet, i asked him if i can go to their house but the hell with going home at friggin 5 in the morning from a bar. &lt;em&gt;sana pala nde na ko nagpa-alam. pumunta nalang ako dyan.. at least, wala na cyang magagawa. parati namang ganun ah? first time kong magpaalam.&lt;/em&gt; haha. aarrrgghh, of course he's tired! so, forgiven.. hahaha! then i called my other friend, "&lt;em&gt;hoy! kelangan kong umalis ngayon! pucha nakaka-pagod nang magpaka-gago dito sa bahay noh.. aalis ba tayo?&lt;/em&gt;" then he answered, "&lt;em&gt;oo. ikaw na nga lang hinihintay ko eh. ano sasama ka?&lt;/em&gt;" well of course im so touched, for the fact that someone is waiting for me. &lt;strong&gt;:evil laugh:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now i know that in his vocabulary, 5 minutes is the same as one hour. at ang 1:00 eh 3:00 kay nicko. hahahaha! &lt;em&gt;joke lang.&lt;/em&gt; hayy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ramon called me on our way to the badminton center. then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;when the time jasper carlo and i decided to walk going to the center &lt;em&gt;dahil sa kadayaan nila nicko with his ate, mark, and james,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;aba nagiinarte nanaman tong carlo na toh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;him:&lt;em&gt; alam nyo ba dinaya kame ni villaga! (&lt;/em&gt;did i spelled that right?) &lt;em&gt;eh di sana kame panalo sa intrams nun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:&lt;em&gt; hay.. ayan nanaman. kinuwento na yan ni jeco eh. nde na dapat inaalala yan eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;him:&lt;em&gt; oo noh! dinaya kame..sinumbong nga namin siya kay mengullo eh pero wala rin nangyari.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:&lt;em&gt; oh seee. walang nangyare.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sus! nde nyo na nga dapat ginawa yun eh kase alam nyo sa sarili nyo na&lt;/em&gt; you fought right. you fought fair and square. and that's good enough. only God knows the truth. hayaan mo cya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;jasper: &lt;em&gt;oo nga! tsaka nde naman kayo malakas kay mengullo eh. nde naman kayo tulad ng batch namin na pag gusto namin ang isang bagay pipilitin hanggang sa makuha lang yun.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me:&lt;em&gt; ah basta. yun na yun. lumaban kayo ng patas. sapat na yun.. &lt;strong&gt;for me kayo ang panalo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh yun, after wasting our time playing. we ate at [wait lang! james ano ba tawag dun?] ah basta, something na eatery. haha. at last, i ate tapsilog again. naman, when was the last time i ate that scrumptious dish ba? tell me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then on our way home, mark told me "ayan yung policarpio oh." i hurriedly answered him, "oh?? nde nga.. halika punta tayo..wala nang maraming tanong.." haha, it was my first time going there. kung nuon nakikita ko lang cya sa tv. ngayon in reality na! haha. :) but he told me na last year's design was better than this year. sabi ko, "hay, i dont give a damn. maganda pa rin noh.." wow ako ng wow nun eh noh. parang &lt;strong&gt;timang.&lt;/strong&gt; (eh baket nde ba?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it may not be the best night, but i can say bonding with them and having a nice laugh with them.. was so great! simple.. pero masaya! oh ano ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;you cant always get what you want. be thankful for the things you have... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110428576541892250?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110428576541892250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110428576541892250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110428576541892250' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110384281447402738</id><published>2004-12-23T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-23T15:36:42.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17 MORE HOURS TILL CHRISTMAS NIGHTMARES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its 7 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;and if you will ask me what could i have been possibly doing with this wicked time of the 24th..&lt;br /&gt;i dont even know&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be resting.&lt;br /&gt;to keep me awake on the dawn of 25th.&lt;br /&gt;but then,&lt;br /&gt;haha, you'll figure out the answer later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;glorietta with tetet together with his family last wednesday. supposedly we'll be going to galleria to catch a movie that time but his mom forced us to go with them. &lt;u&gt;no regrets.&lt;/u&gt; i had a wonderful time. i surely had. :) then the movie harold &amp;amp; kumar wasnt available at g4 so we decided to stroll and afterwards, boy oh boy.. boyhunting! that's always a bonding time for us. &lt;i&gt;sayang nde natuloy yung ratings natin..&lt;/i&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then yesterday, i dont know if that is a day! things are going &lt;s&gt;nice&lt;/s&gt; unwell. yah.. super unwell! will you be happy if you will hear something like he doesnt want to see you anymore even your friends for an immature reason? what a friend!! i want to explain more but id rather be quiet than bragging about it... its useless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and today.. i decided not to attend the last &lt;em&gt;simbang gabi.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was talking to my friend last night and explained that ive been doing those things for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and if that reason will turn me into being an upset then im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im crying last night for the fact that &lt;b&gt;i dont want this shit to happen.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;if it is bound to happen, then ill let it happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but i tell you, i am sad and mad with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i was not born yesterday, you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know how to get hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grr.. it was like 2 days of having nightmares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyways, Merry Christmas everyone....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110384281447402738?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110384281447402738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110384281447402738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110384281447402738' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110355766182652069</id><published>2004-12-20T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T22:17:35.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PRE-CHRISTMAS HEARSAYS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(..if this is what hearsay means)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;okay, so &lt;u&gt;last saturday&lt;/u&gt; i was so depressed for not being able to attend the third day for the simbang gabi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;supposedly &lt;em&gt;my bestfriend&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;tetet&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;twin&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kate&lt;/strong&gt; and me will go to galleria to watch a movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but tetet has a party to attend to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's why galleria ended up only with the person im most proud of, &lt;strong&gt;my twin&lt;/strong&gt;. i had fun. definitely FUN! talking to her is so much fun. and i would not know what stupidity that fucking life-threatening person has in mind for her because of this. yah, &lt;u&gt;damn you!&lt;/u&gt; haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;saw &lt;strong&gt;joyce&lt;/strong&gt;. only joyce!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;then last sunday, heard mass with my dad. attended the simbang gabi that morning and the 6:30pm mass in Christ the King Church. that means, even if its not counted at least for myself i compensated the mass i have not attended. &lt;em&gt;wala lang. feeling ko ang banal-banal ko nung sunday. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;today, monday..&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;visited mom at her office. then raided greenhills until 10 in the evening. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and then we ate at Goodies and Sweets..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; ay nakoh. ngayon nagsisisi ako dahil sayo..baket nde mo naman kasi ako ginising nun?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mom:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;eh nde na ko naka-gising eh tsaka pagod na ko eh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; ano ba yan.. sayang naman talaga. may wish pa naman ako na gusto ko mangyari ngayon pasko.. baka magalit sakin si god nyan tsaka baka nde mangyari yung wish ko.. nakakainis ka naman..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mom:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ano ka ba? paniniwala lang yan ng mga matatanda.. tsaka anong magagalit eh alam naman nya na maganda yung intensyon mo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;nde.. kasi gusto ko sana i-complete toh para makapag-wish ako ng matino ngayon. yung bang maging sila ulit ni kate at si ian tsaka world peace na rin...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my mom:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; jose..ang corny mo! anong world peace ka dyan??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; wala..masama ba? haha.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and as i always say.. &lt;em&gt;nakakainis na yang butterscotch bar nila.. ang sarap.. hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;there are some things better left unsaid.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; oo nga naman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so, the rest was history then..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;St. Thomas of Aquinas, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sabay lagay yung kamay sa dibdib..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pray for us..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110355766182652069?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110355766182652069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110355766182652069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110355766182652069' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110312309575101418</id><published>2004-12-15T05:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T16:57:06.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;probably the most words i got from my dear friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;except for the "&lt;em&gt;ahh shit, hassle araw na toh&lt;/em&gt;.." said by the people who had a fucking tests in i dont know subjects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in the last 365 days of my life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;many things happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i failed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i cried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i rejoiced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i loved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;everything a human does&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and still im here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;standing still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;because of the people i know that inspired me to be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who cares?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;i do and i dont care on what you will say man!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as i close the book of my being sixteen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know i have to thank all of you people who stayed beside me till the very end of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it may not be the way i wanted it to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but by just being there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;is enough for me to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"im grateful to have you.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i mean, all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;your presence matters to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it really does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To my &lt;strong&gt;FAMILY&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;well &lt;u&gt;mom and dad&lt;/u&gt; to be specific,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you gave us everything we want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're working hard to give what we wish for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;super-duper thank you for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know im bad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you can't do anything bad about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;still im your kid right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;To those listed as &lt;strong&gt;IMPORTANT PERSONS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;/em&gt;life may be rough for us but still we'll always be the twins that &lt;u&gt;people will be envious about.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i dont care about the present, i care about your presence.&lt;/strong&gt; i love you and i will always be here for you. i will care for you no matter what happens. i love you twin. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tetet, Jasper, Brian, Joyce&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - my beloved bestfriends. we've been through a lot back in high school and i will treasure every moment of it. being in high school was great not because of everything but because of you. naman, we may not see each other often but still we do care for each other. anyways, i will always be here for you too bri. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Group 1 Taghirap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Rhea, JR, Nikki, Meech, Nicole, Maureen, TEPPIE) - hay.. prove them wrong everyone. we will stand still. we'll make it in the prelims. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Lady, Honey, Sweety, Baby, Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Erica, John, JR, Vince, Louie) - kayong mga puta kayo. maski anong mangyari, aasarin ko kayo. haha. :) that's what having Jose as a friend is all about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty Buddy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - thanks for the trust you're giving to me. i love you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;St. Hyacinth People&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Jacinto Residents) - we may be separated with the schools we're studying in but having each and everyone of you was the best days of my senior year. :) i miss our friday open-forums, the parties, the inumans, the iyakans, and our baguio days, the cakes during birthdays. and especially the day when i turned sixteen. the flowers are always kept in my heart. :) you made me weak in my knees that day. &lt;em&gt;nye..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; i'm a certified resident of JACINTO. &lt;/strong&gt;always will be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everyone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - my life will never be as sweet as this without all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;God&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - if not because of you, i wouldnt be here. thanks for everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just turned officially as a SEVENTEEN years old human. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;can somebody teach me how to sneeze on a tissue?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still dont know how to. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110312309575101418?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110312309575101418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110312309575101418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110312309575101418' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110258432108467743</id><published>2004-12-09T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T03:45:00.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANT SMILE WITHOUT YOU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;without my friends man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;who do you think is?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just when i thought my day will be absolutely a total bleak, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;certain&lt;/u&gt; people made my week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yah they did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone missed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;someone liked me because of my attitudes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the list goes on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im speechless man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ulol gago. maski talo kayo magaling ka pa rin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;isnt that sweet? it works for me though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's what being friends is all about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;will appreciate even the smallest things you're doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the effort you're exerting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it bothers me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;do i have friends like them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ANSWER ME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ate lunch with tetet, joma, me anne, and kim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;even if i have to suffer in the heat of the sun walking all the way to espana and eating in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;though the whole eating time wasnt nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i had a splendid time being with all of you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and tetet was right, &lt;em&gt;mas mabait si joma kesa kay &lt;strong&gt;blah-blah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mike tizon&lt;/strong&gt; is cute. &lt;em&gt;lalo na si&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bermuds&lt;/strong&gt;. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my friend&lt;strong&gt; andoy&lt;/strong&gt; from engineering&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;showed his great moves to his opponents from the nursing team. haha.&lt;em&gt; galeng!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;super galeng!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;david: &lt;em&gt;baket ganyan ka-sad ang face mo ngayon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;eh may sipon ako eh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;david: &lt;em&gt;aww.. wawa ka naman.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;thanks ah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;damn to this cough and sneeze i got from hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im not behaving normally because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and people thinks im not okay because of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;please &lt;u&gt;LEAVE&lt;/u&gt; me now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im getting colds because of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you're getting into my nerves man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i know its bullshit but then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im in pain because of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice people always makes my day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anyhoo,&lt;br /&gt;hey you!&lt;br /&gt;you made my day too.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes you did.&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/7609450-110258432108467743?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110258432108467743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110258432108467743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110258432108467743' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110197058868899865</id><published>2004-12-01T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T23:09:54.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;13 more days til my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;my friend will cook me a food called "poached chicken".&lt;br /&gt;my mom promised me to buy me an iPOD.&lt;br /&gt;what more to ask for?&lt;br /&gt;haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i dont know either.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmate: &lt;em&gt;oy! 16 days na lang ah. wala ka pa rin boyfriend?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;oo nga eh. sabi ko hanapan mo na ko eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my classmate: &lt;em&gt;mahirap maghanap noh. hahanapan ko muna sarili ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;wag na. unahin mo muna ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. i dont know. if i have to scrutinize things and linger for a reward with the things im doing.&lt;br /&gt;its nonsense man.&lt;br /&gt;im fine with it and i dont have to expect more than anything from it.&lt;br /&gt;yikes! im good.&lt;br /&gt;yeah im good.&lt;br /&gt;and you better be too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bestfriend &lt;strong&gt;brian&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;i really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kalokohan, katarantaduhan, gaguhan, seryoso-ko mood, mood swings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay shet!&lt;br /&gt;im proud of you dude.&lt;br /&gt;i used to tell him "oh yeah, il visit you in your school if i have time"&lt;br /&gt;but then, i have many of those.&lt;br /&gt;sshh. sorry bri.&lt;br /&gt;i swear if i have long free time il visit you.&lt;br /&gt;dammit!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;and if i have my own car, ill bring you home man.&lt;br /&gt;but without your fucking ugly girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and also you, &lt;strong&gt;tetet&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;you promised me yesterday you'll bring me home everyday&lt;br /&gt;with your tanginang &lt;em&gt;ford lynx&lt;/em&gt; car.&lt;br /&gt;hehe. ill bring you home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;joyce&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;i miss you too.&lt;br /&gt;we'll gonna see each other soon when my hectic schedule allows me.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kate - im upset with u again and figure out why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;karen - hey you, kate told me you want pizza badly. ill make you libre i swear if i see you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;myrrh - thanks for holding on you gay man!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;andre, nicko, jasper - i miss you so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;erica, cecille, james - tangina! ill see you soon.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont get me wrong people, i miss all of you seriously-slash-badly. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;putang ulan toh. pag nakita kita.. sasapakin kita!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110197058868899865?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110197058868899865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110197058868899865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110197058868899865' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110122057188631693</id><published>2004-11-23T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-23T06:39:19.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you're reading this, then good.&lt;br /&gt;If you're not, then its still good for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont blame you if you're mad at me though.&lt;br /&gt;Look, I had a problem last night and people didnt even cared to be a friend.&lt;br /&gt;I was like waiting for them to know im having a problem but no one would return my call &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; so I was very devastated.&lt;br /&gt;Or should I say IM SO UPSET!&lt;br /&gt;I slept with an awful feeling.&lt;br /&gt;I cried without them knowing why.&lt;br /&gt;I swear I cried.&lt;br /&gt;Im getting a sneeze last night but I told myself I should'nt get one coz I know you'll gonna get mad at me again for not knowing how to sneeze on a tissue.&lt;br /&gt;And then, I have to wake up early coz i have to attend my PE classes at 7am and then on my way there I saw my high school classmate.&lt;br /&gt;He got angry with me and told me im doing bad things &lt;em&gt;na daw&lt;/em&gt;. I had to convince him i will never do it again infront of Burger King. (haha.)&lt;br /&gt;After my PE classes, im vacant for about freaking five hours and a half doing nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I have a long quiz in math which is ok but then when I took my botany quiz.&lt;br /&gt;Gawd, I was like "Where in the hell will I get the answers to write on this fucking paper?"&lt;br /&gt;in short, I WAS SO STRESSED.&lt;br /&gt;Then you saw me, you asked me who I was waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;I answered, "Pasko..pero nde joke lang. Kakalabas ko lang din eh."&lt;br /&gt;Im having an headache &lt;em&gt;kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I felt so damned.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so down.&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't be saying this but to have some contentment, I did.&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind should I say.&lt;br /&gt;I know you're mad at me.&lt;br /&gt;Dont hide it.&lt;br /&gt;IM VERY SORRY. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110122057188631693?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110122057188631693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110122057188631693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110122057188631693' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110093962378795059</id><published>2004-11-19T23:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T00:57:42.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>each one of us are enrolled in a school full time called "Life."&lt;br /&gt;although it may seem tough at times,&lt;br /&gt;it always grant us to have the shot to learn lessons.&lt;br /&gt;we may think some of the lessons are not important&lt;br /&gt;and choose to ignore them,&lt;br /&gt;or we may like the lessons and learn from them.&lt;br /&gt;the choice is ours.&lt;br /&gt;our decisions will determine our future,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a success or a failure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im living in a fast-paced world,&lt;br /&gt;full of complexities,&lt;br /&gt;full of sabotages,&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;i could not still fathom the mystery of life.&lt;br /&gt;many say "no one could live in a solitary life"&lt;br /&gt;indeed,&lt;br /&gt;one has to find a pair &lt;strong&gt;to love with, to cry with, to live with.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im living in a fairly sheltered life for 16 years&lt;br /&gt;and counting here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;and still...&lt;br /&gt;still incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;been good.&lt;br /&gt;been desperate.&lt;br /&gt;did everything. &lt;em&gt;(not at all though..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wished like hell.&lt;br /&gt;dreamt for something romantic.&lt;br /&gt;betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;tragically been hurt.&lt;br /&gt;fell deeply inlove with someone.&lt;br /&gt;hurted emotionally and physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;in a dramatic mood&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love doesnt need to have a reason... :)&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt need to research on.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. probably though! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110093962378795059?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110093962378795059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110093962378795059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110093962378795059' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110079145479996009</id><published>2004-11-18T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T08:06:32.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dear&lt;em&gt; Prince Charming&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;You're breathtaking.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let another day pass without telling you that.&lt;br /&gt;My emotions have grown too tough for me to hold on any longer.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even bear in mind this passionate emotion towards anyone.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't loved anyone this much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every crowd, I look for your face, your personality, YOU.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are drawn to your eyes, sweet eyes like bees to honey.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could've been sweeter than that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how could I have noticed only now?&lt;br /&gt;I've never been brought to my knees this way before.&lt;br /&gt;I want to touch your face,  just to know if &lt;strong&gt;you're real.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know you. I just want to know you.&lt;br /&gt;My entire lifetime have been a charade.&lt;br /&gt;I always long for love.&lt;br /&gt;The love that will &lt;u&gt;truly&lt;/u&gt; love me.&lt;br /&gt;I must say YOU are everything I always ought having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will live the facade I have built even before till you come into my reality.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care if time will take me to see, know, and meet you..&lt;br /&gt;Because if that will bring me a love destined from above, who will resist?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If god wouldn't allow us my love for you a chance here on earth,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just be the perfect prince-charming.&lt;br /&gt;I dont care anymore about everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonished by all that you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110079145479996009?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110079145479996009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110079145479996009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110079145479996009' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110055124096515004</id><published>2004-11-15T13:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T12:40:40.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;COMPLETE...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;days like this would never happen again. (i think so..)&lt;br /&gt;thanks to eldon's birthday. (kuno..haha. sa wednesday pa birthday nya eh..)&lt;br /&gt;monday.&lt;br /&gt;just a regular day.&lt;br /&gt;sleep. eat. wake up. watch tv. surf the web. talk on the phone. text. name it..&lt;br /&gt;come that night...&lt;br /&gt;hah!&lt;br /&gt;my dad decided to have eldon's birthday celebration today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;kala ko nga market market nananaman eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nakaka-sawa na talaga. swear!&lt;br /&gt;3 straight days.. shrimp na kinakain ko..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wag na sanang dagdagan diba??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha.. nag-sawa na ko pumunta sa market market. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pati yung mall pinag-sawaan ko na rin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahhaa...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ano bang meron dyan kase....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pati si ate elita nagsawa na sa market market...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aba..mas lalo na ko noh..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahahaha...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dyan nalang tayo parati nag-ddinner..hahaahaha..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti nalang...naisipan nilang sa &lt;u&gt;shang&lt;/u&gt; nalang...hahahaha...&lt;br /&gt;madami pang gwapo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuya gio is there&lt;br /&gt;lola is present there.&lt;br /&gt;the whole people in the barangay is present.&lt;br /&gt;and so.. what will you expect from us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never-ending laughs..&lt;br /&gt;boundless chit-chats..&lt;br /&gt;unlimited heart to heart talk. (shempre not with all. just with my sisters...)&lt;br /&gt;what's the result?&lt;br /&gt;an incredible,  happy-dining at CPK.&lt;br /&gt;we ate pizza's, pasta's, salads, refillable raspberry ice tea (yummy!!), and that free mozzarella cheese &lt;em&gt;na pinapapak namin ni ate monica&lt;/em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;that event will never be complete without the picture taking in phones and in our digital camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it runs in the family to be a picture-addict&lt;/strong&gt;. hahahaha....&lt;br /&gt;we'll gonna eat ice cream sana because of being bitin with those foods we ordered pero CPK ata doesnt offer ice cream. so we have to leave the place and go somewhere else..eh 9:30 na nun..and the guard doesnt allow us na to enter that fuckin' mall kaya we decided to go to starbucks. haha.&lt;br /&gt;nakaka-inis. sayang yung ice cream.. dreyer's pa naman yun...&lt;br /&gt;i ordered rhumba frappucino but only the tall one though coz i have classes at 7. pag nde ako nakatulog.. patay na!&lt;br /&gt;grabe yun. we're like 10. that means 10 coffees in one receipt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay... having been scolded by my mom that afternoon, talked to kate about something nonsense, called people with nothing really to talked about, talking to people with nothing really to talked about.. it made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things like this day will surely make my day.&lt;br /&gt;make me happy and it will surely make my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ate nicki.. i will miss you. umuwi ka dito sa sunday hayop ka! kelangan mag-internalize ka dyan.. haha. :) i will pray for you sa december board exam mo. haha. kaya yan! barza pa.. whahaha.. :) nyeh.. eh pwede naman kita puntahan dyan pag may time ako diba? makati lang yan..malapit yan sa school...minsan punta ka ng school mo ha tapos lintik ka i-text mo ko..wag kang gaga. hahahah.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah. mwah. mwah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110055124096515004?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110055124096515004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110055124096515004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110055124096515004' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-110017784183322191</id><published>2004-11-11T04:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T05:00:46.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha. well just thought of writing all of those crazy things that keeps on bothering me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;those bullshit things that keeps on bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that keeps on bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;its always anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;it does!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and now im confessing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;first,&lt;/u&gt; i wanna die. i agreed to be good. i agreed to be kind to others. and now when everyone seems to be good to me too, i &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to end it. coz i felt something quite not right. what if, what if, what if, and so many what if's. &lt;em&gt;(yun na yun!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;second,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt; maybe&lt;/strong&gt; life will be happier for me if i accepted that deal between my father and i we once agreed when i was in high school. that if ever i can get that damn grades needed for ucla, or in nyu, or in any universities abroad..he will let my fly alone. and he will let me live alone. &lt;em&gt;mas masaya. (oh well, nakuha ko yung mga grades na yun! &lt;strong&gt;dahil pinaghirapan ko yun&lt;/strong&gt;..) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;third,&lt;/u&gt; i want something good to happen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; BUT I DONT WANT TO coz everytime im thinking on the things i did before...life will be a mess for everyone. &lt;strong&gt;swear&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know...probably, im afraid doing the same mistakes again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yes, ive got a lot of great friends. they are always there for me in times of INDEED fucking troubles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but man, i need happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ah..i need something amazing! &lt;em&gt;simply amazing&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;siguro nga mas matutuwa ako lalo pag tinangap ko yung deal namin ng dad ko noh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ano sa tingin mo?&lt;br /&gt;tangek ko kasi eh..i didnt put that damn scholarship in my priorities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that's the only thing i need to study there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;far..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;far from stupidities i always do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the things im doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the things that always bother me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eh pano kaya yun? ang hirap maghanap noh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sayang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sobrang sayang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ewan ba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tama ba toh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oh nagdadrama lang ako?&lt;br /&gt;punyeta ka!&lt;br /&gt;kung nagdadrama ako nde ako magsusulat ng ganito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mag-iinarte ako mag-isa noh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-110017784183322191?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110017784183322191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/110017784183322191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110017784183322191' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-109998425129161084</id><published>2004-11-08T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T03:37:19.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hah! its not my fault reading his diary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(that's why its an online diary.. stupid!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(nakakahiya..nasa library pa naman ako.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gave me goosebumps.&lt;br /&gt;for the reason of i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;sshh..im affected. (period!)&lt;br /&gt;hehe. sorry john. haha. nde ko sinasadya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it makes me wonder that what am i doing was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;why am i so affected with all of this?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;in time, you'll gonna realize that what am i doing was so right.&lt;br /&gt;i want everybody to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;i want them to enjoy what damn life has.&lt;br /&gt;ahhh...i guess though.&lt;br /&gt;masaya na ko pag masaya ang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so.. i'll be waiting...... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-109998425129161084?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109998425129161084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109998425129161084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109998425129161084' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-109993716340079937</id><published>2004-11-08T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T08:16:04.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;sometimes letting go is the only way to move forward.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;kay clark kent kaya yan.&lt;br /&gt;sinabi nya yan sa smallville.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. gwapo talaga ni tom welling.&lt;br /&gt;shet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i became passionate with his extreme humility. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay nakoh! nde rin. haha. joke lang. :)&lt;br /&gt;isang sentence na nde ko makalimutan. (wha'd you care?)&lt;br /&gt;buti nalang there are still remaining type of persons na benevolent.&lt;br /&gt;harhar. naaapektuhan na ko ng kagalingan ng english teacher ko! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erica: jose..answer me!&lt;br /&gt;jose: go shoot!&lt;br /&gt;erica: what will you choose? the perfect guy who is not so gwapo or the imperfect guy who is gwapo?&lt;br /&gt;jose: nyeh! ano meron?&lt;br /&gt;erica: basta..answer me.&lt;br /&gt;jose: shempre. the imperfect guy who is gwapo. coz his imperfections makes it almost perfect na to me eh. so....&lt;br /&gt;erica: awww.. sobrang lucky naman nung guy na magiging boyfriend mo..you're so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;jose: haha really? baket?&lt;br /&gt;erica: wala lang. do you really want to have a boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;jose: malamang naman. pero im willing to wait noh! sus!&lt;br /&gt;erica: tama yan.&lt;br /&gt;jose: baket mo natanong? hahanapan mo ko?&lt;br /&gt;erica: i dont know any gay guys kasi eh.&lt;br /&gt;jose: hello?! anong gay guys? gusto ko straight guy! gaga.&lt;br /&gt;erica: but i dont think straight guys will go for a gay. right?&lt;br /&gt;jose: lintik ka! ano ba ko?&lt;br /&gt;erica: oh yeah, yeah. you're a girl pala.&lt;br /&gt;jose: alam mo naman na ang preferences ko for a guy..right? &lt;em&gt;chinito, taller than me (well he should stand 5'8 to 5'10), mabait, kind, sweet, gentleman, funny, somewhat jealous, a guy who will accept me, smarter than me, and has a fine body.(ayaw ko ng lampa-lampa.) IN SHORT..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;perfect!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erica: nyeh..here we go again. cge cge, il find one in my village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina pa toh eh. nde ko lang alam baket ito ang feelings ko.&lt;br /&gt;so many things happened.&lt;br /&gt;so many things was done.&lt;br /&gt;so i had no awful moments.&lt;br /&gt;(except for the fact that i saw someone which is so irritatable to my eyes..)&lt;br /&gt;had a &lt;em&gt;GREAT and a GOOD day today. &lt;/em&gt;(swear!)&lt;br /&gt;gave kate her fruit roll-ups.&lt;br /&gt;gave myrrh, ian, teppie, john, vince, the other vince, erica, and donna, my so-called "lucky gum".&lt;br /&gt;had a yosi date with teppie. (NYEH!! yosi date?!?)&lt;br /&gt;THE LETTER. (parang movie title. hehe.)&lt;br /&gt;saw jasper, tetet, renz, joseph, dench, and gabriel.&lt;br /&gt;(hah! kulang nalang yung love of my life ko na si &lt;em&gt;christopher&lt;/em&gt;. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;my botany is doing fine. (kakasimula palang eh..)&lt;br /&gt;called many people.&lt;br /&gt;nangulit ng mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;had a lunch with erica.&lt;br /&gt;hinatid si billie sa espana na maski malayo eh masaya pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;they bought that stupid 24/7 card. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tapos we walked hanggang makapunta ng post office para hintayin ang bagong driver ni teppie.&lt;br /&gt;dba MAM??! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in the end of this treasured great day,&lt;br /&gt;hay nakoh. masaya pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;its no use running from the truth. (connection nito dito?)&lt;br /&gt;kaya mas maganda ang mag-share. haha.&lt;br /&gt;coz ian drove me at my house. (tama ba yung english ko? mali ata..shet..turn-off naman!)&lt;br /&gt;at shempre with my twin kate.&lt;br /&gt;maski malayo, maski pinipilit ko na mag-taxi na ko, na maski itong kate na toh manakot daw ba na nde na kame friend. cge go..&lt;br /&gt;(wala nang pakelamanan pwede? haha.)&lt;br /&gt;its irresistible to laugh seeing kate and ian go gaga.&lt;br /&gt;had a great time. (nyeh!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i have to finish my term paper. (haha. parang ulol eh noh..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-109993716340079937?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109993716340079937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109993716340079937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109993716340079937' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-109964235099302535</id><published>2004-11-04T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T10:32:09.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uggh. im in the school library right now. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just finished reading all of those cheesy post by someone. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;grr! everything happens for a reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nye?! teardrops falled from my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;eyes kaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;shet! nakakainis talaga yang buhay na yan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kung pwede lang sana bilhin lahat ika nga ni myrrh. (pati boyfriend bibilhin? haha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;haha..40 days till i become a grown up 17 years old human. (nyeh! grown up ka dyan! human pa..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;im still enjoying my being 16 coz that's what the year many things happened to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh ano naman ngayon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eh ano rin sayo? pakelam mo ba!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uy sabi dun sa color quiz ba yun.. intelligent daw ako? nyeh! intelligent ka dyan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;wala lang..sharing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and so there's this sheila who happens to question someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"nyeh! fuck you ka. walang panget samin noh. ikaw ang panget! epal ka!! tangina mo.." dba myrrh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;leche. pinainit mo ulo ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The stars reminded me of you... how they can simply shine and make me smile, how they sparkle and make the whole world bright, how they can be near yet be so far.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-109964235099302535?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109964235099302535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109964235099302535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109964235099302535' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-109947786853528402</id><published>2004-11-03T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T02:31:08.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nyah.&lt;br /&gt;my efforts are all wasted.&lt;br /&gt;i woke up just after my 4 hours sleep and then there's no classes pala.&lt;br /&gt;damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one way or another, i have to spend this day with a lot of things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanged-out at robin's pad with billie, babs, and rj.&lt;br /&gt;watched some cd's.&lt;br /&gt;talked about the lovelife they had.&lt;br /&gt;the vacation they've been. (puerto galera!! :) haha. nakakainis talaga yang men's pharma volleyball team na yan. nde nagyayaya.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;si ryan nanaman pinaguusapan nila.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i had to leave coz myrrh and kate texted me.&lt;br /&gt;they were with &lt;strong&gt;ian&lt;/strong&gt; DAW.&lt;br /&gt;dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nagmadali pa naman ako umalis para makita si ian. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;wala rin pala. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;eh ano ngayon kung matagal ako. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;does that mean he has to leave? pakshet! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;andrama. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we watched the &lt;strong&gt;First Daughter&lt;/strong&gt; which is a real good movie. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;i fell inlove with it.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, that's my story anyways.&lt;br /&gt;but im not the president's daughter.&lt;br /&gt;im the &lt;em&gt;prince of wales&lt;/em&gt; first daughter. (literal na first daughter ah. haha.)&lt;br /&gt;cge.. dream on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate. we ate ba talaga? nakalimutan ko na kung kumain kami eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss bloggin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-109947786853528402?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109947786853528402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109947786853528402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#109947786853528402' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-109829004487638045</id><published>2004-10-20T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T09:34:04.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>anong alam ko sa mundong toh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MERON BA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-109829004487638045?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109829004487638045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109829004487638045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109829004487638045' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-109756655235411797</id><published>2004-10-12T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T00:35:52.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so this is what college meant for me huh?&lt;br /&gt;math really sucks!&lt;br /&gt;no i mean.. ITS A TOTAL BULLSHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-109756655235411797?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109756655235411797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109756655235411797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109756655235411797' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-109721893677570977</id><published>2004-10-07T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:02:16.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok, so&lt;strong&gt; sembreak&lt;/strong&gt; started right after the hell zoology finals..&lt;br /&gt;and that was about 9:30 this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhhh. what do you care anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what im waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;a BREAK.&lt;br /&gt;a 3 weeks break.&lt;br /&gt;a break in commuting for about an hour and a half just to get to UST.&lt;br /&gt;a break in a never-ending smoke pollution.&lt;br /&gt;a break in homeworks/seatworks/quizzes/and mother fuckin' PRACTICAL TESTS in zoology.&lt;br /&gt;oh yes, that's what i really need.&lt;br /&gt;a break from that hell practical tests.&lt;br /&gt;i dont like it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the other hand,&lt;br /&gt;im surely 100% gonna miss my ralph.&lt;br /&gt;uh basically, my world revolves around him anyways.&lt;br /&gt;so, its ralph that i will going to miss and not everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and also the school. dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh so what now?&lt;br /&gt;im terribly terrified with my final grades.&lt;br /&gt;im so over-to-death &lt;em&gt;asar &lt;/em&gt;with this hell semester. (nde man lang ako nag-aaral)&lt;br /&gt;i always cram.&lt;br /&gt;so what does this mean?&lt;br /&gt;im expecting to have a low grades in chemistry, zoology, and math.&lt;br /&gt;hey, hey, what do you expect with all of those tamaditis days?&lt;br /&gt;3.0?&lt;br /&gt;mas mababa pa?&lt;br /&gt;oo. dahil &lt;strong&gt;eeng-eng eng-eng&lt;/strong&gt; ka!&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;em&gt;wag naman sana..grabe toh!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;siguro nga, mag-nonovena nalang muna ko ng punyeta pumasa ako!! leche..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-109721893677570977?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109721893677570977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109721893677570977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109721893677570977' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7609450.post-109698348675987715</id><published>2004-10-05T06:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T06:38:06.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>stupid haircut.&lt;br /&gt;unknown grades in math, chemistry and zoology.&lt;br /&gt;many scheduled outings.&lt;br /&gt;no money.&lt;br /&gt;five more exams for finals and im not yet studying.&lt;br /&gt;the "kaba" is there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh that's great. how's that for a dream of having 3.0 in my 3 subjects? huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i pass first semester? &lt;em&gt;i hope so.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i pass if my quizzes sucks? &lt;em&gt;i dont know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will you stay in medtech? &lt;em&gt;if they let me to.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then do good in &lt;strong&gt;FINALS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7609450-109698348675987715?l=abjected.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109698348675987715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7609450/posts/default/109698348675987715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://abjected.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109698348675987715' title=''/><author><name>in the mood @</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11515552366140342072</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
