<?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-8714003</id><updated>2011-09-05T22:31:55.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psychedelic</title><subtitle type='html'>brave, crazy, experimental, deep, freaky, hallucinogenic, jazzy, kaleidoscopic, mind-changing, mind-blowing, picturesque, psychoactive, psychotropic, razzle-dazzle, sharp, showy, tinged, trippy...     
psychedelic.. js..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>js</name><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>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-897726654418959450</id><published>2011-07-02T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T13:27:32.935+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KSP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Some people are just too unrelenting and inescapable. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just when you've finally felt the tranquility and peacefulness that you've been longing for, having been far away from all their paranoia, you'll receive nuclear bombs which seemed to have materialized out of nowhere, ready to bring chaos and destruction into your life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The worst thing is you wouldn't know them until you're buried in deep sh!t for they are hiding in veils of righteousness and holiness.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stalking is not good but they do that. You'll be amazed how creative they can be in conjuring things and tweaking stories just to get the sympathy of others and maintain their 'superiority' in all things. Attention deficit much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-897726654418959450?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/897726654418959450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=897726654418959450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/897726654418959450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/897726654418959450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2011/07/ksp.html' title='KSP'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-5631585071789915878</id><published>2011-06-19T04:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T13:10:41.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paminsan-minsan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Naalala pa rin kita. Kahit ngayong malayong malayo ka na. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Paminsan-minsan, naalala ko yung mga panahong tayo'y magkasama at tayo'y masaya. Paminsan-minsan aking muli't-muling pinagsisisihan ang aking mga pagkukulang.. na marahil ay dahilan ng iyong paglisan. Paminsan-minsan aking muling tinititigan ang ating mga lumang larawan, hanggang sa unti-unting pumatak ang luha ko. Paminsan-minsan, ninanais kong masilayan ang iyong mga obra. Ipagmalaki ka at ipagsigawang kaibigan kita. Paminsan-minsan pinapangarap ko ding muling makaharap ka, makakwentuhan at makasama. Libo-libo mang milya ang layo natin sa isa't-isa, di man kita nakikita, dinarasal kong sana masaya ka. Paminsan-minsan...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;hinihiling ko na kahit nasaan ka man ngayon, isipin mo ako kahit Paminsan-minsan lang.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;( *Early morning senti-mode sa opisina inspired by Richard Reynoso's Paminsan-minsan lang. =D &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;**Happy Rizal Day everyone! - walang reli sa post ko. Naalala ko lang.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-5631585071789915878?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5631585071789915878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=5631585071789915878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/5631585071789915878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/5631585071789915878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2011/06/paminsan-minsan.html' title='Paminsan-minsan...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-2737806394450631035</id><published>2010-12-09T13:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T13:15:52.561+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this blog is dying. and i don't have the energy nor the time to revive it. so what the heck. happy new year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-2737806394450631035?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2737806394450631035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=2737806394450631035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2737806394450631035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2737806394450631035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-blog-is-dying.html' title=''/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-7860395647278694731</id><published>2010-11-14T15:00:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T15:22:46.611+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The dreams I dreamt last night...</title><content type='html'>I have dreamt about my high school crush, and how he looked the same.&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt that I was wearing my girl scouts uniform, and had people around me wearing their scouts uniform, too.&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt that I was going down the stairs and i fell down.&lt;br /&gt;But I stood up and went up the stairs again.&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt that I was typing using a wooden keyboard, with no letters printed on it. I had difficulty finding the "Enter" key.&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt that I went down the stairs again. And I stepped on a cow's cakelike poo.&lt;br /&gt;I just wiped it off the grass and wore two pair of socks. It didn't smell anyways.&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt that I joined a photography contest and won 15,000 (I can't remember the currency.)&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt that I got featured in the Philippine Daily Inquirer for that. With a one-page article, and 3 photos of me.&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt that I passed away after that...&lt;br /&gt;I have dreamt that I was watching people from somewhere, while they say things they remembered about me.&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt all that last night!&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was already in heaven. And then I woke up late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-7860395647278694731?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7860395647278694731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=7860395647278694731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7860395647278694731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7860395647278694731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2010/11/dreams-i-dreamt-last-night.html' title='The dreams I dreamt last night...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3341179141046485208</id><published>2010-09-08T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T04:26:43.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Close To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Late night reminiscing. Tagalog movie after-effect.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;John Lloyd and Bea made me miss those days.. those people.. those moments when living life was simpler and loved ones are not too far away. Nostalgia made me wanna go back to just watching "Magkaribal" just so that i'll stop shedding tears. Ha-ha. John Lloyd made me cry again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I wish life is not that difficult and the universe will be kinder to me. As Paulo Coelho puts it, each day is like a dark night - we don't know what will happen even the next minute, but still we go forwards. We just hope that the next toss of the coin and the next flip of the cards will be in our favour. We just pray that He will grant the desires of our heart and guide us through the crossroads - choosing between a habit and a dream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We keep on thinking that tonight is just a part of today. Tomorrow will be a different day. Night will end and day will come. The sun will rise up and we can soon go back to living life just like before - when life was simpler and your loved ones are close to you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It's late night, midnight actually and i am still thinking.. and talking nonsese. haissst..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3341179141046485208?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3341179141046485208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3341179141046485208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3341179141046485208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3341179141046485208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2010/09/close-to-you.html' title='Close To You'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3759608750776057145</id><published>2010-04-28T19:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T05:38:11.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>listahan, atbp.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Parang ang sarap mag wish pero pag anjan na, kakakaba din pala.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Buti na lang din siguro na hindi pa.. na-stressed ako dun. kala ko matatanggal nako sa trabaho. hahaha. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;**************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kaninang umaga, meron na naman ako ka-bldg na nagoffer ng ride. Late na ako at walang taxi kaya papatusin ko na sana. pero sobrang layo ng office ko sa office nya and pwede nya lang ako ibaba near moe (half way) para dun na mag abang ng cab. Then i realized that i didn't even know him so scary maki-hitch. And so i politely said, "no thanks anyways, maybe next time."  Hmm. Gwapo pa naman... But better safe than sorry. :D&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;***************&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Am trying not to be a jejebuster. Pero masakit talaga sa mata! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;EoWww.. H0wR YoUHHH. AcKHzzz!! LoLZzZZZz!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ugh. Sige, konti pa...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3759608750776057145?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3759608750776057145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3759608750776057145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3759608750776057145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3759608750776057145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/listahan-atbp.html' title='listahan, atbp.'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3127445361292983784</id><published>2010-04-19T01:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T01:37:55.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you remembered me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;You remembered me! How funny is that? The same time I was wondering where you are and what you’re doing and what’s up with you- you remembered me. Want to know how I’m doing? Wanna know where or how I’ve been the past few days.. errr weeks.. errr months.. I mean, years?? How cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that’s just that. You remembered me. Nothing else. I’m on the upward turn now, btw. If you still wanna know more, add me on FB dude. There are more updates there than here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3127445361292983784?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3127445361292983784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3127445361292983784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3127445361292983784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3127445361292983784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-remembered-me.html' title='you remembered me.'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-5891642619034690794</id><published>2009-12-18T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T21:45:26.951+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain-Bow.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's rainin'&lt;br&gt;and it's rainin' hard.&lt;br&gt;My hands are numb&lt;br&gt;my clothes are dank&lt;br&gt;I'm soakin' wet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Fightin' the feelin'&lt;br&gt;no time for cryin';&lt;br&gt;Chillin' and freezin'&lt;br&gt;(no room to chill)&lt;br&gt;But I gotta keep breathin'.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Used to wait for the rain&lt;br&gt;Now waitin' for the rainbow...&lt;br&gt;after the rain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-5891642619034690794?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5891642619034690794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=5891642619034690794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/5891642619034690794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/5891642619034690794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/12/rain-bow.html' title='Rain-Bow.'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3685396877872117874</id><published>2009-08-18T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T19:28:51.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Johari Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I've done this years ago but never got the chance to share with my friends and ask what they think of me. Please feel free to click the link below and let me know how 'others' think of me. You'll be anonymous though, i think. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=jay+saligao"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=jay+saligao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can also make your own. I'll be glad to share my thoughts about you. (Bawian lng yan! haha) lol. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3685396877872117874?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3685396877872117874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3685396877872117874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3685396877872117874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3685396877872117874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-johari-window.html' title='My Johari Window'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-7733150803677784871</id><published>2009-08-03T18:38:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:19:07.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>psychedelic =  my life? NOT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;I had nothing much to do and as usual, busied myself with Google. This time, i decided to search for my name and see if anything interesting will come out. This indeed came as a surprise.. amazing and scary at the same time.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I came accross this site which is clearly a duplicate of my old blog. Someone was twisted enough to "create" his own blog using my posts, pretending he has written those stuff. Below are the screen shots: the first is from "my life", and the second is from "psychedelic". &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#243"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/500x500/243/indoaussie1.JPG?et=%2CWp992oEzmAMYNMrT21ztA&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Spot the differences?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#241"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/500x500/241/psychedelic1.JPG?et=aWfYC8L5kwsoNft2mCOOeg&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Here some more shots of the same page: &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#244"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/500x500/244/indoaussie2.JPG?et=E7ZRvcKKmbf0GqLu3FsY7Q&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Spot the similarities?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#242"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/500x500/242/psychedelic2.JPG?et=d3w8USRXsxxP4X3lUN1lpw&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;And here is his profile: &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#240"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/1/photos/11/500x500/240/indoaussie3.JPG?et=B87H336ffLZjFF6Oo3lHgg&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;A href="http://indoaussie.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://indoaussie.blogspot.com/&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;How he copied or hacked my site, i don't have any idea. But i do know that he last visited my page on 4th July 2009. And i have the IP address. Should I track this guy or not? I don't really know what to do, except of course, changing my passwords and all that. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Whoever you are...you're such a loser. Get a life man.. so that' you'll have something to write about! tsk. &lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-7733150803677784871?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7733150803677784871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=7733150803677784871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7733150803677784871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7733150803677784871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-life-psychedelic-not.html' title='psychedelic =  my life? NOT.'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-6708018518808182379</id><published>2009-06-07T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:30:02.541+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears Naturale.</title><content type='html'>They say that our eyes  could do with extra moisture from time to time. It’s for the momentary relief of pain, discomfort and irritation. And I agree to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s been like this for quite a while. Everything is a blur, it makes me less eager to work and stare at my monitor. The haziness causes my head to throb in ache and there’s this deep feeling of distress inside me for like eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying to look at the things differently; trying to think that this is after all a blessing- everything will be ok soon. But when will I cease to need it? I’m uncertain of how long I can bear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s my eye drop I’m talkin’ about. Believe it. Or not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-6708018518808182379?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6708018518808182379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=6708018518808182379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6708018518808182379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6708018518808182379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/tears-naturale.html' title='Tears Naturale.'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-7489014783054060663</id><published>2009-06-03T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:31:06.661+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no rain...</title><content type='html'>i'm finding it difficult to muster all my strength and patience.&lt;br /&gt;i am trying to look at the brighter side of things&lt;br /&gt;but i'm beginning to lose hope.&lt;br /&gt;it just seems bleak&lt;br /&gt;as if doomed to failure.&lt;br /&gt;i am not sure how long i can stand this.&lt;br /&gt;the longer it takes, the more tiring it becomes.&lt;br /&gt;it isn't funny anymore.&lt;br /&gt;and i'm raving and ranting again.&lt;br /&gt;but there's just no growth!&lt;br /&gt;it's been and will probably be a very long drought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-7489014783054060663?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7489014783054060663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=7489014783054060663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7489014783054060663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7489014783054060663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/06/no-rain.html' title='no rain...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-4723513896889820290</id><published>2009-03-19T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:10:29.049+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powered by Intelligence, Driven by Values, Fueled by Pizza.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;...I miss this team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yan ang sinulat na shout out ni Pete kanina nung naka-chat ko sya. And in fairness, I miss that team, too. I miss those good old days nung mabibilang mo pa lang ang tao sa Suth Clark. Yung mga panahong Plaza A pa lang ang meron tapos Plaza B (or is it the other way around?), wala pa ang Annex, ang Annex 2 at yung building sa may kabilang mundo ng Suth sa tabi ng iQor (one of them is called Bldg. 35, I kinda forget na what their Bldg #s are). Hindi pa din gawa ang admin bldg, ang gym, ang pantry, recreation area at ang dorms. Ang accomodation naming mga taga-Makati ay sa mga Villas sa Parade Grounds- fully furnished and centralized AC, with 24-hr transpo service. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Halos isang dosena pa lang ata ang QAs nun- ang mga QAs na eventually ay naging QA Sups at Ops Sups nung lumaki na ang Clark site (tapos umalis sa Suth at nangibang bakod, bayan at bansa...). Kaka-miss ang teamwork. Tulong tulong kahit anong account ka pa. Ang tutor/ trainer mo ay sina Pete, Kim or Jameson. (Hindi pa ako uso at sikat noon. hahaha). Malimit mag-team breakfast at team lunch. Most of the time sa Rumpa, minsan sa Subdelicious, sa Dainty, sa Jollibee or sa McDo or sa kung saan man mapagtrip-an. Sometimes sa pantry lang. Tapos madalas din manlibre si Pedro (Kasi single pa sya nun! hehe. ;p )&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Those were the days na usong-uso ang quality police. You're free to correct and put in red bold letters ang mga maling grammar ng kapwa QA/QA Sups/QA Manager at kung minsan pati ng Trainers, pero most of the time e emails ng mga Ops Sups at PMs ang napo-police. harhar. Minsan pala pati SPMs at Directors din. hahaha. Then you can send it to everyone in the QA distro. Wag na lang ilabas sa ibang dept. Walang samaan ng loob. Ganti ganti lang. Ika nga ni Pedro, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;"&gt;"I don't get mad, I get even."&lt;/span&gt; 20php ang fine sa kung sino man ang may maling grammar sa email. Pinakamabenta ata si Alex. :P&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ok lang din noon ang forwarded emails. You just have to be sure that if and when you make a comment, your grammar is correct! Umuulan din sa surveys- ayos lang magpetiks kung tapos ka na sa audits at sa reports, pero humanda ka lang sa side comments at pang aalaska kapag napagtrip-an ng mga tao ang mga sagot mo sa surveys o ang mga e-mails na pino-forward mo. Maghanda ka na rin ng mga sagad sa butong pang rebut at intelligent questions para di ka magmukhang kawawa. Mag-ingat din na wag maisama sa DL ang mga big boss at ang mga clients. hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kapag nagsend ka ng email na walang attachment pero dapat e meron o kaya na-wrong attachment or wrong subject ka- isang box ng PIZZA ang katapat! Idadagdag sa tally board (sent thru email) ang pangalan mo. Maghanda ka na ng pambili sa araw ng sweldo. Uulan ng pizza at sabay sabay na kakain sa pantry ang buong team. Kung birthday mo o kung may okasyon na dapat i-celebrate, isabay mo na sa Pizza Day. Bumili ka na rin ng pizza para mas madaming pagsasaluhan!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Isa yan sa agenda kapag may team meeting. Sinu-sino magpapa-pizza, ilang pizza, kelan at saan. Maluwag pa ang conference room noon para sa meeting ng buong quality. Pag may bad/good news sa isang account, more likely malalaman ng lahat. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Palagi nilang inaaway ang quality (and nothing has changed) kasi QA ang police sa industriya. Pero wala rin naman sila magawa dahil Quality rules. Quality is King. Basta, the list of the memories will go on and on pero ang bottomline pa din, we were Powered by Intelligence, Driven by Values and Fueled by Pizza. :P&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And so again, &lt;em&gt;I miss that team, too.&lt;/em&gt; :P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-4723513896889820290?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4723513896889820290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=4723513896889820290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/4723513896889820290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/4723513896889820290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/powered-by-intelligence-driven-by.html' title='Powered by Intelligence, Driven by Values, Fueled by Pizza.'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-4833792584212913280</id><published>2009-03-08T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T20:59:35.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same number, not so new phone :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;eto ang part 2 sa istorya ng pagkawala ng phone ko. hehe..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ayun, as some of you know na, i wasn't able to retrieve my phone from the scary guy who found/took it. when he first agreed to meet me in the office, nakipag-connivance pa ko sa security officers namin and may entrapment operation churva pa kami. pati mga big boss sa office e nawindang sa pagkawala ng phone ko (as in big deal to ha!) they really wanted to catch the guy and resolve the issue. bakit naman hindi e nahihirapan na sila i-contact ang dakilang alalay at utusan na si ako. hahaha. the sad news is he didn't show up. when i called him (thru my mobile #), he said he just wanted me to go to his place. pwede sana namin sya i-trace but i couldn't understand what he was saying (because of the accent), and i got tired of talking to him (arte! haha) so ayun, i decided it was time to let go.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i reported the lost phone and sim to my service provider and luckily i was able to get the same number for a small fee. bili na sana ako ng new phone (dahil sumweldo na) but mami pepot (a very good fwend) wanted to buy a new phone din kasi nangingitim daw sa planta yung 2-week old nokia phone nya. dahil matagal ko na din naman gusto yung ganung mobile and dahil binigyan nya ko ng big discount, at dahil recession kaya kelangan magtipid (i was actually planning to buy a blackberry - echos!), i bought her nokia phone. her husband bought her a black samsung something.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;end of story. same number. not so new phone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;p.s. in case, di ko kayo kilala pag nagtext or tumawag kayo, sensya na. pakilala na lang kayo ulit. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-4833792584212913280?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4833792584212913280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=4833792584212913280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/4833792584212913280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/4833792584212913280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/same-number-not-so-new-phone-p.html' title='same number, not so new phone :P'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3710776456452733171</id><published>2009-03-07T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T20:39:42.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eBay Song</title><content type='html'>I saw this posted by another multiply-er and i just remembered my eBay days. I suddenly miss eBay and the eBay pips. nostalgia. tsk.  &lt;center&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYokLWfqbaU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HYokLWfqbaU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3710776456452733171?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3710776456452733171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3710776456452733171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3710776456452733171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3710776456452733171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/03/ebay-song.html' title='eBay Song'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-518152223149680886</id><published>2009-02-13T21:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T01:11:47.407+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost my phone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;i lost my phone today on my way home and i think either the taxi driver or the guy working on some festive lights on the trees near the office has it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i was on the bus stop when i realized that it was missing so i borrowed a co-passenger's phone to call my mobile. voila! a guy answered the call. i told him that i own that phone and asked him if he could return it to me. he said yes, but he also said that he wants something in return. he said "i want you." i was scared and said i'd just call him back.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;when i arrived home, i called my mobile again and he answered again. i asked him if he was the taxi driver and where he found it. he told me he's not the driver and he just picked it up on the ground near [the office]. he was asking me where i was so he could give it to me. he didn't demand for anything this time but of course, i didn't tell him where i was and just said that i was in a hotel and just using the security's phone. he agreed to meet me tomorrow near the office to give me my phone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i'm scared of the guy and i have this feeling that he'll blackmail me or do something bad when i meet him tomorrow. but i still need to get my phone back. [i don't really care much about the phone but the personal info i have there, aside from my mobile number, which i need to keep.] i'm planning to have some security staff with me tomorrow. i just don't know how yet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;this is the second time i've lost a phone. the first time was hehe.. very funny actually. reminds me of that unforgettable bday party. :D You can click here should you wish to reminisce with me: &lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/journal/item/47/Bye_bye_phones"&gt;http://jsfiles.multiply.com/journal/item/47/Bye_bye_phones&lt;/a&gt;.. haha &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;anyways, lesson's learned:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. always always mega always check your belongings when getting down the taxi or bus or whatever. i always do that but i failed to do that today because i was busy looking at the arriving bus.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. don't attach your key to your mobile. i actually used my phone as my key chain. haha. stupid me. i think i'm the only one who does that. so there, good thing they have a spare key at the reception- i was able to enter the unit.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. don't store personal info in your mobile unless it is secured or password protected. i don't really store personal info on my mobile but i'm just afraid that there might be bits of info like accnt numbers on the messages or in the phonebook.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. memorize at least 5 numbers of the people closest to you in case of emergency. Good thing i know my housemate's number and i have my officemate's number in my email.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;more lessons to be learned tomorrow, i guess...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-518152223149680886?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/518152223149680886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=518152223149680886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/518152223149680886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/518152223149680886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-lost-my-phone.html' title='i lost my phone!'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-5675356962487673349</id><published>2009-02-08T21:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:16:45.868+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible puzzle :)</title><content type='html'>There are 30 books of the Bible in this paragraph. Can you find them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a most remarkable puzzle. It was found by a gentleman in an airplane seat pocket, on a flight from Los Angeles to Honolulu, keeping him occupied for hours. He enjoyed it so much, he passed it on to some friends. One friend from Illinois worked on this while fishing from his johnboat. Another friend studied it while playing his banjo. Elaine Taylor, a columnist friend, was so intrigued by it, she mentioned it in her weekly newspaper column. Another friend judges the job of solving the puzzle so involving, she brews a cup of tea to help her nerves. There will be some names that are really easy to spot. That's a fact. Some people however, will soon find themselves in a jam, especially since the book name is not necessarily capitalized. Truthfully, from answers we get, we are forced to admit it usually takes a minister or scholar to see some of them, at the worst. Research has shown that something in our genes is responsible for the difficulty we have in seeing the books in this paragraph. During a recent fund-raising event, which featured this puzzle, the Alpha Delta Phi lemonade booth set a new record. The local newspaper, the Chronicle, surveyed over 200 patrons who reported that this puzzle was one of the most difficult they have ever seen. Daniel Humana humbly puts it. "The books are all right there in plain view hidden from sight." Those abler to find all of them will hear great lamentations from those who have to be shown. One revelation that might help is that books like Timothy and Samuel may occur without their numbers. Also keep in mind, that punctuation and spaces in the middle are normal. A chipper attitude will help you compete really well against those who claim to know the answers. Remember, there is no need for a mad exodus. There really are 30 books in the Bible lurking somewhere in this paragraph waiting to be found. God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me know kung di na kayanin ng powers nyo, i'll give you the answers... hehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-5675356962487673349?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/5675356962487673349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=5675356962487673349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/5675356962487673349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/5675356962487673349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/bible-puzzle.html' title='Bible puzzle :)'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-1261788404500458435</id><published>2009-02-05T00:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:20:15.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Buddy</title><content type='html'>I haven't heard from you for quite a long time now.. for almost a year actually. I've sent you text messages and emails, called you on your mobile, posted testimonies and comments, signed in your guest books and visited your sites. I've been trying to reach you for the longest time but to no avail... Sounds pathetic, I know. Maybe to some, pitiable.I’ve actually asked myself if I did something wrong… something that made you angry or pushed you away. But I learned that I am not the only one looking for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you telling me several months back that we were actually in the same phase, looking for a way to break free, wanting some time and space away from the chaotic and crazy world. You told me that if I need it, I should try to get it. I was happy to hear that from you, knowing that you supported me and you understood my situation. I knew that you’ll be out of touch, too. You’ve been doing that for a few months already and I was indeed having a hard time getting in touch with you during those days. I’d thought you were being evasive because you just needed your ‘moments’. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But months passed by and you were still hiding until I was no longer able to pin you down. I came back from my very long vacation cum retreat a.k.a. escape and I didn’t hear anything from you. You didn’t even greet me on my birthday. I left and you didn’t say goodbye. You didn’t greet me happy holidays or merry Christmas or happy new year.I may not have the right to ask all of this from you, I know. I’m just someone who terribly misses the person I once knew so well… I miss the endless hours of chatting about basically everything and sometimes nothing. I miss the days when I would do everything to avoid you ‘cause we’ve been together 24x7 and I can no longer stand being with the all-knowing and too-good-to-be-true you. I miss your advises and your critical remarks. I miss drinking beer when you’re just drinking juice or water. I miss your stories, especially the funny ones. I miss debating with you. I miss discussing faith and fate with you. I miss wondering about the future and wandering the dangerous streets with you. I could say that I miss your silence, your weapon. But your silence now is killing me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know what got into me and I suddenly became so schmaltzy. Maybe I just miss all the people who used to be around me all the time and you just happened to be one of them. Hah! Unlucky you. I know you’ve changed and it’s hard to change back, maybe. But then, you should know, my tears are falling because I’m missing the person you used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So come on, Batman. Get out of your bat cave. At least show the Joker some face. We are still who we are for all you know...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-1261788404500458435?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1261788404500458435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=1261788404500458435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1261788404500458435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1261788404500458435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/02/missing-buddy.html' title='Missing Buddy'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-2890213542534662526</id><published>2009-01-03T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:45:25.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year Ender Survey</title><content type='html'>Picked this up from kuya jaja’s blog. :P&lt;br /&gt;===================================== &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What did you do in 2008 that you'd never done before? &lt;br /&gt;ang maging jetsetter ever kunyari… hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Did you keep your new years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year? &lt;br /&gt;I can’t even remember if I had new year’s resolution(s) last year. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Did anyone close to you give birth? &lt;br /&gt;si kitets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Did anyone close to you die? &lt;br /&gt;si PK… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. What countries did you visit? &lt;br /&gt;hk, india, oman, kuwait, thailand and of course… ________. :) chos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008? &lt;br /&gt;sabi nga ni Ms. M, chever!!! hahaha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why? &lt;br /&gt;aside from CHRISTmas and new year and my birthday, and my loved ones’ birthdays.. Nov 2 siguro. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What was your biggest achievement of the year? &lt;br /&gt;Travel alone. As in alone. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. What was your biggest failure? &lt;br /&gt;chever. Hahahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Did you suffer illness or injury? &lt;br /&gt;wala naman. God is good. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. What was the best thing you bought? &lt;br /&gt;my laptop? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Whose behavior merited celebration? &lt;br /&gt;ang mga anak ko sa suth. MYMP talaga ever!! lavyah all. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? &lt;br /&gt;‘tis not for public consumption. waheheh.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Where did most of your money go? &lt;br /&gt;house rent and transpo. huhuhuhu.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What did you get really, really, really excited about? &lt;br /&gt;my new job. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. What song(s) will always remind you of 2008? &lt;br /&gt;low… low low low low… by FloRida &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Compared to this time last year, are you: &lt;br /&gt;i. happier or sadder? – happier :) &lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? – thinner! &lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? – poorer. no bonuses. tsk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What do you wish you'd done more? &lt;br /&gt;exercise. wahehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. What do you wish you'd done less of? &lt;br /&gt;eating!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Did you fall in love in 2008? &lt;br /&gt;almost. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. How many one-night stands? &lt;br /&gt;none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What was your favorite TV program? &lt;br /&gt;PBB teen edition plus! Hahaha… prison break s3 &amp; s4, merlin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year? &lt;br /&gt;me mga kinainisan lang but not enough para i-hate so nada. nil. none. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. What was the best book you read? &lt;br /&gt;cocktail party cheat sheets.. hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. What was your greatest musical discovery? &lt;br /&gt;bollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What did you want and get? &lt;br /&gt;laptop. cool condo unit with nice amenities. wink wink :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was your favorite film of this year? &lt;br /&gt;dark knight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you? &lt;br /&gt;dine out with friends. went to a bar. a walk on the beachside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying? &lt;br /&gt;more time with family and friends… (homesick ang drama.) and chever daw! haha.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008? &lt;br /&gt;more color. more layers. :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What kept you sane? &lt;br /&gt;God. Family and Close friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most? &lt;br /&gt;Scofield and Burrows!!! :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. What political issue stirred you the most? &lt;br /&gt;Obama won. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who/what did you miss? &lt;br /&gt;videoke with barkada. and my suth friends. sobra… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Who were the best new people you met? &lt;br /&gt;otosa, mami, kuya lej and kuya carlo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008: &lt;br /&gt;The Lord provides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Quote a song lyric that sums up your year:&lt;br /&gt;“…And the ground isn´t good enough for me, I know where to find what I want and I´m gonna keep on, Keep on, up, up.” -From Up by The Saturdays&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-2890213542534662526?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2890213542534662526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=2890213542534662526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2890213542534662526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2890213542534662526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-ender-survey.html' title='Year Ender Survey'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3043850259807961520</id><published>2008-12-28T11:30:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T02:39:23.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kapag Nainis ang UP (a repost)</title><content type='html'>Nakita ko lang to sa blog ni Klara. Nakuha daw nya sa Multiply site ng yoopee. Asteeeg.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan, napag-usapang magrally upang patalsikin si GMA. Kanya-kanyang trabaho ang mga bumubuo sa UP...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(disclaimer: Ito po'y kathang-isip lamang. Lahat ng makakapareho sa kuwentong ito ay hindi sinasadya. Hindi rin po nais manira. In short, peace!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SS&lt;/strong&gt; - sila ang magsisimula ng survey kung sino ang may gusto pa kay GMA. Dahil negative ang result, magpapasimula na ng rally kasi wala na palang may gusto sa kanya.&lt;br&gt;"10 out of 10 ang nagsasabing lumalaki na ang nunal niya...rally na tayo!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AIT&lt;/strong&gt; - sila ang matotoka sa biyahe papuntang Malacañang.&lt;br&gt;"Please fasten your seatbelts. We are about to fight."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CBA&lt;/strong&gt; - sasakay sa kotse at magbubusin nang magbubusina sa harap ng Malacañang.&lt;br&gt;"I'm gonna beep beep na. You make beep beep na din."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SE&lt;/strong&gt; - kasama sa mga magbubusina.&lt;br&gt;"Pag bumaba na si GMA, bababa na ang presyo ng D&amp;G at Havaianas."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CSWCD&lt;/strong&gt; - magsisiwalat ng lahat ng *toot* ni GMA at magpapaliwanag ng epekto nito sa community&lt;br&gt;"Kapag nanatili po si GMA, papandak ang susunodna henerasyon."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHE&lt;/strong&gt; - ang tagapagbigay ng pagkain sa mga rallyista upang tumagal ang rally.&lt;br&gt;"Oh, kain muna. Buttered Chicken breast sprinkled with onion chives po ang merienda natin."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Law&lt;/strong&gt; - teka, nagsasampa pa ng impeachment cases.&lt;br&gt;"Objection your honor, walang cheese yung order niyo."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SLIS&lt;/strong&gt; - tutulong sa pagreresearch ng impeachment cases.&lt;br&gt;"Ahm, san yung reserve slip mo?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAL&lt;/strong&gt; - ang mga magsisisigaw at magrarali sa labas ng Malacañang habang may automatic translation din para sa iba't-ibang international news channels sa mundo.&lt;br&gt;"GMA, resign! Hasta la vista sa katipunan" (?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CMC&lt;/strong&gt; - ang mga mas malakas sumigaw at magrali sa labas. Nagtatawag din ng iba pa sa pamamagitan ng media. Party na ito!!&lt;br&gt;"Chacha, ibasura! Chapatusin si Gloria!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Music&lt;/strong&gt; - noise barrage&lt;br&gt;"To be conducted by Freddie Aguilar..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CSSP&lt;/strong&gt; - ang pilit papasok sa loob at palalayasin si GMA sa iba't-ibang paraan:&lt;br&gt;     &lt;u&gt;Kasaysayan&lt;/u&gt; - tatakutin si GMA sa pamamagitan ng pagpapaalala ng nangyari kay Marcos noon. "Lagot ka, di ka rin namin ililibing."&lt;br&gt;     &lt;u&gt;Archaeology&lt;/u&gt; - susuportahin ang pananakot kay GMA sa pagpapakita ng artifacts."(Silence)"&lt;br&gt;     &lt;u&gt;Geography&lt;/u&gt; - hahanap ng paraan para madaling maitulak si GMA sa Pasig River. "Mas accessible dito."&lt;br&gt;     &lt;u&gt;Philosophy&lt;/u&gt; - teka, nakikipag-argumento pa...(Eh, hindi nga eh...)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHK&lt;/strong&gt; - tutumbling papasok ng Malacañang upang hindi mapansin ng guards. Huhulihin si GMA at tutulong sa mga Geographers para maitulak si GMA sa Ilog Pasig.&lt;br&gt;" Hooh, hah! Yah!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CS&lt;/strong&gt; - ang palabang grupo...&lt;br&gt;     &lt;u&gt;Geology &lt;/u&gt;- magpupukol ng bato sa mga bintana. "#@*&amp;% mo, Quartzite yang pinambabato ko!"&lt;br&gt;     &lt;u&gt;Biology&lt;/u&gt; - magpapakawala ng frogs sa loob ng Malacañang para magkagulo. "Oh, hulihin yung mga buwaya diyan. Kailangan natin ng specimen."&lt;br&gt;     &lt;u&gt;Math&lt;/u&gt; - papatunayang indeterminate kapag nag-approcah to infinity ang limit ng function ni GMA as president. &lt;br&gt;               alternative: bubuo ng malaking robot ang Voltes V, Powerpuff Girls, Power Rangers at Spice Girls upang tapusin at tirisin ang nunal ni GMA na naging gigantic villain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Educ&lt;/strong&gt; - pag-aaralin muli si GMA ng kursong Ballroom Dancing para malaman niya ang tunay na meaning ng Cha-cha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engineering&lt;/strong&gt; - ang magpapalayas ng tuluyan kay GMA kasi... kasi... teka anong meron? Stampede? Ba't ang daming tao? Ba't... (uhm) ...(line was cut off)&lt;br&gt;"Sugodone-third ng population ng UPD!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Architecture&lt;/strong&gt; - magdrodrowing ng panibagong structure ng Malacañang pagtapos sumabog sa dami ng engineers.&lt;br&gt;"Ito ang bagong Malacañang. Gawin nating bilog para sa susunod, wala nang takas. Dito natin ilagay yung fountain sa gitna."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NCPAG&lt;/strong&gt; - bubuo ng panibagong gobyerno.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Admin&lt;/strong&gt; - ang bagong gobyerno(?)&lt;br&gt;"Oi, tanggalin na yang 'university' sa plate ko. 'President, ______ of the Philippines' na lang"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Spcl. Participation: Vargas Museum&lt;/strong&gt; - patitigasang bronze cast si GMA at gagawing bench. sa CASAA.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"ISKOLAR NG BAYAN, NGAYON AY LUMALABAN..."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(Peace!!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3043850259807961520?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3043850259807961520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3043850259807961520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3043850259807961520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3043850259807961520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/kapag-nainis-ang-up-repost.html' title='Kapag Nainis ang UP (a repost)'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-2981589320943262327</id><published>2008-12-16T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T02:31:21.999+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Things He Won't Ask of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was forwarded to me by my sis. It's really nice so i'm posting it for everyone. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ten Things God Won't Ask On That Day:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. God won't ask what kind of car you drove. He'll ask how many people you drove who didn't have transportation.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. God won't ask the square footage of your house. He'll ask how many people you welcomed into your home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. God won't ask about the clothes you had in your closet. He'll ask how many you helped to clothe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. God won't ask what your highest salary was. He'll ask if you compromised your character to obtain it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. God won't ask what your job title was. He'll ask if you performed your job to the best of your ability.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. God won't ask how many friends you had. He'll ask how many people to whom you were a friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. God won't ask in what neighborhood you lived. He'll ask how you treated your neighbors.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. God won't ask about the color of your skin. He'll ask about the content of your character.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. God won't ask why it took you so long to seek Salvation. He'll lovingly take you to your mansion in Heaven, and not to the gates of Hell.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. [God won't ask how many times you've forwarded this. He'll ask how many people you've shared his Word with.]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-2981589320943262327?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2981589320943262327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=2981589320943262327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2981589320943262327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2981589320943262327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-things-he-won-ask-of-you.html' title='Ten Things He Won&amp;#39;t Ask of You'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-8031676295091595131</id><published>2008-12-11T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T01:17:00.551+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008_12_12_Happy Bday, Milks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/78/2008_12_12_Happy_Bday_Milks#1"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/5/photos/78/500x500/1/milky.jpg?et=QbZFnaFP3ZDc4bWgOwlIqg&amp;nmid=146083463" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/78/2008_12_12_Happy_Bday_Milks#2"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/4/photos/78/500x500/2/IMG-0774.JPG?et=yLy94F929voNaLL1ymTM4Q&amp;nmid=146083463" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pasensya ka na eto lang ang mabibigay kong cake sa yo ngayon... ehehe.&lt;br&gt;Hapi hapi hapi hapi bidey! Mwahugs*&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-8031676295091595131?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8031676295091595131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=8031676295091595131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8031676295091595131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8031676295091595131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/12/20081212happy-bday-milks.html' title='2008_12_12_Happy Bday, Milks!'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-261530545027998797</id><published>2008-11-28T08:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:01:42.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Questions (Ang Kwento nila Jigs at Yumi)</title><content type='html'>Matagal ko na na-receive at nabasa 'to pero it all became fresh nung finorward ng isang dating colleague sa aming yahoogroups. Nabulabog ang mundo ng CVG Hotshots. Nagkaasaran, nagkabukuhan, nagkachikahan, nagkachismisan at nagparamdam ang mga nananahimik. Magkakaroon pa nga ng reunion sa December! Akalain mo nga naman, hanggang ngayon pala tlga e kilig moments pa din ang bumubuhay sa dugo ng mga piplets. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's quite long pero i'm sure you'll enjoy it. kung di man kayo maka-relate e malamang may maiisip kayong mga tao na pwedeng maka-relate. or not. pwede din kayo ma-bored. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This piece by Juan Ekis won in the Palanca Awards, Dulaang Isang Yugto category in 2003. You can also check this link about "20 Questions." You can see what Juan Ekis looks like. Hehehehe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://crypticmess.blogspot.com/2008/09/20-questions.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: R18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke lang. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==================================&lt;br /&gt;20 Questions&lt;br /&gt;(by Juan Ekis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGA TAUHAN:&lt;br /&gt;Jigs - Fresh grad. Kabarkada ni Yumi. Magtatrabaho bilang researcher sa isang financial firm&lt;br /&gt;Yumi - Commercial Model. Kabarkada ni Jigs. 2 years ahead kay Jigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAGPO:&lt;br /&gt;Gabi. Sa isang kwarto ng isang beach resort. Naglalatag ng kumot si Jigs sa sahig habang inaayos ni Yumi ang kanyang higaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Sige na, Jigs. Huwag ka nang magpaka-gentle man. Naaawa ako sa'yo e. Tabi na tayo sa kama.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hindi, okay lang ako dito.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Huwag ka nang maarte. As if naman re-rapin kita no. Malaki naman itong kama e. Hatiin na lang natin sa gitna.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  Sure ka?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Hindi mo naman siguro ako mamanyakin no?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: (Matatawa) Okay ka lang?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Kung gusto mo, gamitin na lang natin iyang kumot na divider.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Good idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isasampay nila ang kumot mula sa kisame para mahati ang kama sa gitna. Magse-settle down ang dalawa. Ilalabas ni Jigs ang libro niya: "Puppy Love and other Stories" ni F. Sionil Jose. Si Yumi naman ay magpapatugtog ng Japanese Zen Music habang nagsa-zazen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Do you mind?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: No, go ahead. I'm just reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsa-zazen si Yumi. Magbabasa si Jigs. Pareho silang di maka-concentrate. Papatayin ni Yumi ang CD player niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I can't believe our friends.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Oo nga e.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Dapat ginagawa nila 'to sa mga bagong pasok sa barkada o kaya sa bagong...ay oo nga pala. Bagong graduate ka. Congrats.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: So what're your plans?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Kinukuha akong researcher sa ADB. Kinukuha rin ako ng BPI sa OTP nila.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Wow naman. In demand.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Di naman masyado. Who the hell invented this tradition anyway?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: (Matatawa) You won't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ikaw?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Malay ko ba na mabibiktima rin ako nito balang-araw.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: So why did you start it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Wala ka pa sa tropa nun e. Freshman ka pa lang siguro noon. Wala lang. Napagtripan lang namin si Ronald. E may crush siya kay Meg. Noong unang beses magpunta rito ng barkada, sabi ko, magsimula kami ng  tradition. Ilo-lottery namin ang pangalan ng mga lalaki at ng mga babae. Kung sino ang mabubunot, silang dalawa ang pagsasamahin sa isang kwarto sa loob ng tatlong araw. And then, we'll all see what happens. Pero dinaya namin noon yung kay Ronald at Meg. Puro Ronald at Meg ang mga pangalan na nakalagay sa lottery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: (Tatawa) Ang sama ninyo!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Kaya nga nakarma na ako e.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: So is our case, dinaya? O talagang lottery?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: (Teasing) Ano sa dalawa ang gusto mo?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Feeling ko may nagtrip sa 'kin sa barkada e.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Excuse me po, dalawa tayong biktima dito. I don't see any reason kung bakit tayong dalawa ang sasadyaing biktima this year, unless may crush ka sa'kin na di ko alam at alam nila (tatawa).&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Baka ikaw (tatawa).&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: The success rate of this tradition is 100% so far.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: I was here na the 2nd time. Si Chris at si Cia ang biktima.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: And last year were Rod and Kay. They're getting married kailan? Sa June yata.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: What do you expect? Ikukulong mo ang isang lalaki at isang babae sa isang kwarto for three days, imposibleng walang mangyari doon!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: That was exactly my point. (Ngingiti)&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: E kung may madisgrasya?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Anong disgrasya?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Alam mo na 'yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahawiin ni Yumi ang divider nilang kumot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Ano? Sex? Pa'no kung magsex sila? Nakakatawa ka naman. Di mo masabi.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ang alin?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Ang sex!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hah!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Sige nga sabihin mo nga?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Para kang tanga. Tumigil ka nga.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Shet, Jigs. Graduate ka na totoy ka pa rin!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Excuse me?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Sabihin mo nga: "Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!"&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Para kang bata, Yumi ha.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: You used to call me ate Yumi when you were in third year.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Well, graduate na po ako, ate Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hmmm. I wonder if we're gonna last three days.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: (Teasing) Bakit? Ayaw mo sa'kin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sasagot si Jigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: We're gonna survive this one.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: What makes you so sure?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: No offense, Jigs. I honestly find you very attractive pero I've no time for this. Alam mo naman siguro na kaka-break ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Same here.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Same here what? Na you find me attractive o you don't have time for this? (Matatawa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sasagot si Jigs. Tahimik. Io-on ulit ni Yumi ang CD player at ipagpapatuloy ang zazen. Itatabi ni Jigs ang libro. Nawalan na siya ng ganang magbasa. Pupunta siya sa ref. Bubuksan niya ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hah! (Sarcastic) Perfect! Red Wine! How very conducive.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: May chips ba diyan?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Sa awa ng Diyos, may tsibog naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papatayin ni Yumi ang CD player. Tatayo siya at kukuha ng chips sa ibabaw ng ref.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Since we're gonna be stuck naman with each other for three days, might as well make the best out of it di ba? I-enjoy na lang natin.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Get the wine, let's have a drink! 50 hours to go na lang and we're gonna be the first failure of this tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Oo nga. (Kukunin ang wine. Maglalagay sa dalawang baso.) When they chose Cia and Chris, naiintindihan ko pa e. Lalo na sina Rod and Kay. Kung baga, tinulungan lang natin silang umamin sa isa't isa. Pero us...&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Weird ng barkada natin 'no?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: To our barkada and our weird traditions!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: To us, the first failure of this tradition!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magto-toast sila at iinom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Sige, ate Yumi. Let's make our stay here more interesting. ..&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: What's with the ate?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Fine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bubuksan ni Yumi ang chips. Uupo sila pareho sa sahig para magkwentuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Let's play twenty questions.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Sige! Ano yon?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Each of us will have ten questions each. Tatanungin kita, tatanungin mo ako, mga gusto nating malaman sa isa't isa. Alternate tayo. Pero the thing here is, you can't ask the question that I already asked.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: That's pretty interesting.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: At bawal magsinungaling.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Fair enough. Pero whatever is said inside this room remains in the room. Ok?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Of course. You wanna start?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: No. I want to ask the last question. (Ngingiti at kikindatan si Jigs)&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Smart move. Game. First question: Ano ang greatest frustration mo sa buhay?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Nge. Ang korni naman ng tanong mo. Walang ka-challenge- challenge. Ask me something na mag-iisip naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Simula pa lang e.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Sige. Ano nga ba...?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Akala ko ba walang ka-challenge- challenge?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Wag kang maingay, nag-iisip ako... I'm a frustrated ballet dancer.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Talaga?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I took lessons when I was six pero umayaw ako. Wala kasi akong disiplina e.&lt;br /&gt;Mas gusto kong makipaglaro sa mga kalaro ko. Pero I really enjoy watching ballet dancers. When I see them dance parati kong naiisip na sana, ako rin. There!  Ang dali naman ng tanong mo. Walang thrill.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Appetizer lang. Yari ka sa'kin mamaya.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: We'll see. Ako naman: Did you ever have doubts about your sexuality? I mean, kahit minsan ba, naisip mo na bakla ka?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Never.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Bilis ng sagot a.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Coz I never entertained the idea.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Homophobe ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Alternate tayo sa tanungan, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: So, not once? Kahit konti? Kahit what if lang?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: I'm straight, okay?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I'm not asking if you're gay or not. I'm asking kung...&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Never nga.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: We all thought na you were gay. Well at least nung first few months mo sa tropa before you introduced your girlfriend to us.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: What?! You thought I was gay?!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: E pa'no kasi, masyado kang mabait. Ang pogi-pogi mo, pero parang allergic ka sa mga babae. Over ang pagiging gentleman mo! Too good to be true. You have a good body, it seems that you work out pero iniisip  namin front mo lang yun. Kadalasan kasi front ng mga bakla ang pagiging maganda ng katawan nila at pagiging sporty...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatawa lang si Jigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: So we thought it's either that or you were planning to become a priest.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: What?!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Well, you were always this goody-goody person. Pumupunta ka sa chapel. Nangungumpisal, nagsisimba.. .&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: The way you said it, parang equivalent ang dalawa a.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Of course not. I didn't mean that!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: I take my faith seriously. That doesn't make me gay!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: So you did want to become a priest...&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hindi rin. Actually, I always wanted to raise a family... and be a father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: So you're not gay.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: No.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: You never...&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ilang beses ka ba ipinanganak? Kulit mo e. It's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Homophobe ka no?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hindi kaya!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Whatever...&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ako na, daya mo naman e.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Okay, okay. Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: How do you see yourself five years from now?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: You expect to win this game? Ang kokorni ng mga tanong mo e.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: The object of this game is not to win.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: E ano pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: To get to know the other person.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Sure. Basta ako, I will win this game. Walang thrill ang isang game kung walang nananalo.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Sagot.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: May time limit ba ito? (Tatawa) Wine pa nga.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Sabi nga nila: in vino veritas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsasalin si Jigs ng wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Masarap ang wine, ha? Saan kaya nabili ito? (Iinom) To answer your question, either maging entrepreneur ako, magsisimula ako ng sarili kong boutique or bar, o kaya, magiging artista ako sa pelikula.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Not bad.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Pero mukhang malabo yung stint ko sa movies. Tough ang competition e.&lt;br /&gt;Saka mahina ang manager ko. Panay hosting at pictorials ang nakukuhang raket para&lt;br /&gt;sa akin. Papalitan ko na nga e. Pag nakaipon ako, baka magtayo na lang ako ng botique.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: (Magbibiro) Ayaw mo mag-bold?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Lahat ng gustong mag-artista doon dumadaan.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: May talent naman ako kahit papano a!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Lahat naman ng bold star may talent a! Sa dibdib! (Tatawa)&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: (Hahampasin ng unan si Jigs) Bastos ka talaga! Akala ko goody-goody ka... Hindi ko papatulan ang pagbobold kahit ano'ng mangyari no! Kahit ganito ako, may respeto pa rin naman ako sa sarili ko.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ganito? Ano'ng ganito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di sasagutin ni Yumi ang tanong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: These producers think all the people want is sex, sex, sex! Kaya puro basura ang mga pelikula e. Wine pa nga!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: (Magsasalin ng wine) Bakit naman botique?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Hoy madaya ka na ha? Hindi pa ako lasing. Ako na'ng magtatanong.  Ang korni mo namang magtanong. Bigatan naman natin nang konti... Inom ka muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iinom si Jigs. Magsasalin siya ng bago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Who was your first crush in the barkada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Haha! Bingo ka no? Bagal mo naman sumagot. Iinumin ang wine. Magsasalin ng bago.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Lalaki o babae?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatawa sila pareho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Dapat may time limit ito e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hirap naman ng tanong mo.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Iyon nga ang maganda e. Para may thrill. As if naman ibo-broadcast ko sa barkada kung sino.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Wine pa?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Di mo pa sinasagot yung tanong ko, nagtatanong ka na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsasalin ng wine si Jigs kay Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Yung crush ko kasi... siyempre, sino pa ba? E di yung pinakamaganda sa barkada.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Nge. Subjective yon no! Para sa'kin ang pinakagwapo si Joel.  Sa babae, si Kay. Para kay Ronald, si Meg...&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Yung literally na may dating, walang tanung-tanong. Yung kahit sino'ng tanungin mo sa tropa, objectively, siya ang isasagot.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Jigs, twenty questions ang game natin. Hindi guessing game. C'mon man. Play your own game. Pa'no na kung truth or dare to e di pahirapan na. Dadalawa na nga lang tayo e.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Yung commercial model.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matitigilan si Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Wine pa nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsasalin si Jigs. Mag-iisip si Yumi. Iinom. Biglang matatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: (Tumatawa pa rin) Talaga?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Sige, pagtawanan ba?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: You can say it to my face, I won't bite. Bakit hirap na hirap kang sabihin kung sino? Takot kang ma-reject? Parang tanong lang e... Wine pa nga!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Okay, 1 point ka na...&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: (Ngiti) Gee... thanks. Flattered naman ako. At kailan naman nangyari ito?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Sorry, my turn to ask. (Ngingiti) Who is your crush in the barkada... NOW?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: E ginaya mo lang yung tanong ko e.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hinde no. May qualifier ako. Ang sabi ko, NOW. Ang tanong mo, first crush ko.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Korni pa rin. Alam mo, kung basketball ito, tambak ka na.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Just answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Siyempre wala. I told you, I don't have time for these stuff. Kakabreak ko lang di ba?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Korni mo namang sumagot.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: E korni yung tanong e. Pero kung talagang-talagang kailangan kong sumagot... hmmm... teka... sino nga ba? Sino ba'ng crush material sa barkada? Wala akong maisip e.&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw na lang.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Yung seryoso naman.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Seryoso ako. Ayaw mo yata e. Sige, iba na lang...&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: E napipilitan ka lang e.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Uy! Pa'no ba'yan? MU na tayo? Crush mo ko, crush kita...yiheee (Tatawa).&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Dati pa 'yon no!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Ay? Di mo na ko crush? Bakit, na turn-off ka? Ano namang ginawa ko? Tsk. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Is that your question na?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Oy, hinde! Ito naman... di ba pwedeng mag-follow-up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iinom ng wine si Jigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Fine. Here's a little juicy question: Describe your first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: That's not even a question.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Arte mo. O: How was your first kiss like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matatawa si Jigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Wet.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magtatawanan sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Alam mo, aksidente yung first kiss ko. Close kasi kami nung isa kong kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;Pag naggu-goodbye ako sa kanya, parati ko siyang kini-kiss sa noo. E one time, sa gym habang nagpapahinga, nakaupo siya sa sahig. Tinatamad siyang tumayo. So bumaba ako nang konti para halikan siya sa noo kasi pauwi na ako. E siya naman, para maabot ko, medyo tumingala. E sakto, sa lips ko siya nahalikan. Pareho kaming nagulat. Pero di pa kami naghiwalay agad. Weird nga ang feeling e. Parang may glue! Ayaw na namin maghiwalay pareho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawa pa rin si Yumi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Awww. Ang sweet naman. Parang sa pelikula. Si Krissy ba ito?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hindi. Hindi mo siya kilala.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: So what happened? Nagkatuluyan kayo?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Ha?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ewan ko ba. Complicated kasi yung situation naming e. May boyfriend siya noon.&lt;br /&gt;Ako naman, takot pa sa isang relationship. Pero at least, na-discover namin na pareho pala kaming may gusto sa isa't isa. Pero hanggang doon na lang.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: What happened after?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: We talked about it. We both decided na it wont work. Tapos, bigla na lang, hindi na kami nagkikita. And then, I met you guys, iba na ang barkada ko.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Nakakatuwa naman.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ikaw, pa'no yung first kiss mo?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Ikaw ang nagturo sa akin ng game na ito di ba? Bakit ba lagi mong bini-break ang rules? Di mo na pwedeng tanungin 'yan!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Tine-testing ko lang kung lasing ka na. (Iinom ng wine) Okay, naka-warm-up na ako: What was the naughtiest thing you ever did?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: 'Yan ang mga tanong! Ano  ba'ng ibig mong sabihin ng naughty?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Bahala kang mag-define.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Hmmm...marami e...(matatawa) baka maeskandalo ka.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Kanina ayaw mo ng korni. Ngayong medyo exciting naman...&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Eto na...I had two boyfriends at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: (Nagulat) Hala.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I was with Joel and Zach at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Yikes. Alam ba ni Joel?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Kaya nga kami naghiwalay nun e. Nahuli ako (matatawa).&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ano namang pumasok sa kukote mo't ginawa mo iyon, aber?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Nag-eexperiment lang! ako. E sa type ko sila pareho e. Ano'ng magagawa ko?&lt;br /&gt;Saka para may thrill. Alam mo iyon? Yung patago kang nakikipag-date sa isa para di mahuli. Everyday pa akong nakakalibre, kasi, alternate sila! (Tatawa) Akala n'yo kayo lang mga lalaki ang pwedeng gumawa no'n?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: How can you love two guys at the same time?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Who said something about love? Walang kinalaman ang love dun. I was...having fun!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Nainlove ka na ba, ever?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Nakakailang tanong ka na? It's my turn.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Don't you want to answer the question anyway?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: My turn!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Kulang ka pa sa wine. (Tatawa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubos na ang unang wine bottle. Kukuha si Jigs ng isa pa sa ref.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ang bilis nating uminom a.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Are you still a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Whoa! Where did that come from?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: That's my fourth question.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: (Magsasalin ng wine sa mga baso). Ano sa tingin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngingiti si Jigs. Tititigan lang siya ni Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Don't tell me, wala pang nangyayari sa inyo ni\ Krissy hanggang ngayon? Ilang taon na ba kayo?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Mag-tu-two years na sana next week.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: So virgin ka pa? I don't believe it!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Mukha ba akong tarantado?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Mukha kang nagpapaiyak ng babae e.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Insulto ba 'yon?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Compliment 'yon, tanga.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ah, okay. Thanks.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Pero, you mean, you never felt the urge to do it?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Alin? Sex?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Wow! Nasabi rin niya!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Of course I always feel it. Natural lang 'yon sa tao no? Nasa iyo na lang 'yan kung ano'ng gagawin mo sa urge na 'yon.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: E natural naman pala e. Bakit mo pinipigilan? I mean, pag naiihi ka, iihi ka. Pag nagugutom ka, kakain ka. Pareho lang 'yon, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Pag naiihi ka, iihi ka dahil kailangan mong umihi. At hindi ka iihi kahit saan.&lt;br /&gt;Pupunta ka sa banyo. Pag nagugutom ka, kakain ka dahil kailangan. At hindi mo kinakain ang lahat ng pagkain na ihain sa iyo. Pag di ka gutom, di ka kakain. Pag di mo gusto yung pagkain, di mo gagalawin. Ang aso, pag may nakitang pagkain diyan, walang&lt;br /&gt;tanung-tanong. Lalamon 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: And sex is the same?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Lahat ng bagay, nilalagay sa lugar. May context. At least, yun ang nagpaiba sa atin sa aso.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Grabe ka namang magsalita. Para mo na ring sinabing lahat ng nakikipagsex, aso ah!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Sinasabi ko lang, pag wala sa tamang konteksto, mali.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: And what is that context?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Matanda na tayo. Ayokong maging preachy. Alam na natin 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Kaso, kahit alam na natin, minsan di pa rin natin ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Masarap e. Sino ba'ng ayaw nun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: (Medyo nairita) So feeling mo santo ka at dapat kang i-congratulate for being a virgin!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Sinasabi ko lang ang pinaniniwalaan ko.Ineexplain ko lang kung bakit di ko ginagawa. May kanya-kanya tayong dahilan. Di ko pinipilit kahit kanino ang mga paniniwala ko... No need to get so cross about it, Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: It's not about being a virgin or not. It's about putting things into their proper places.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I'm not arguing with you.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Me neither. I'm just answering your questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na katahimikan. &lt;br /&gt;Ngingiti si Jigs. Titignan niya si Yumi na medyo nairita sa nakaraang train of conversation nila. Magsasalin siya ng wine para kay Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Nasobrahan ka na yata sa wine e. (Tatawa) You still wanna go on with the game? Nine pa lang tayo, eleven more to go. (Ngingiti)&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Who was your first lay?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: (Hahampasin ng unan si Jigs) Ang bastos mo talaga! So inaassume mo na hindi na ako virgin?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: E sabi mo kasi, walang thrill ang game pag walang nananalo e. So I guess I'm winning. Saka wala naman akong inimply na ganun a! I'm just hitting two birds with one stone. Kasi kung virgin ka, e di simple lang ang sagot: wala. Kung hindi naman, e di sino?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Ang daya mo.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Akala ko ba ayaw mo ng korning tanong.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: You think I'll answer that after giving your sermon, Father JIGS:?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ano ka ba? Inexplain ko lang yung personal reasons ko. Kung ano man ang sa iyo, I'll respect them as well as I know you respect mine. I'm no saint. I'm just trying to get to know you better. (Ngingiti)&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: How do you do that?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Alin?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I should have walked out on you kanina pa pero the way you say things...parang bumabaliktad sa ‘yo...makes you more...charming. Kung ibang tao ka siguro, di na kita kakausapin.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: You can't walk out. We're locked here for three days except for meals.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: So I'm forced to like you para di masira ang vacation ko. (Ngingiti)&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: You don't have to answer my question if you don't want.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I guess I'll be honest with you as you were honest with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik. Iinom ng wine si Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Di mo siya kilala. His name was Robert. He was my first boyfriend. It was Senior Prom Night. Alam mo na...typical senior prom story. Everyone wants to lose it on prom night. Everyone thinks na pag prom night, it was something special. We went out sa hall nang maaga. We made out sa kotse niya. One thing led to the other. Tapos, yun...yun na.&lt;br /&gt;We went back just in time for the awarding of the prom queen. Guess what, I won pa. (Mahinang tawa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: What was it like?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Now that I look back, it isn't as special as I thought it was. Pero it was different then. Back then, we were just led by our passions. Alam mo yon? Andun ka na. Hormones raging wild. Passions and Ideals are confused. Akala mo love, yun pala, curious ka lang pala. Akala mo yun na yon. Akala mo you are in-love at lahat ng gawin mo tama. Lahat ng gawin mo perfect. Everything was magical...well, almost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Almost...?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Sa next question mo na 'yan. Ako na.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: (Pabiro) Wine pa? Kulang ka pa yata e.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Nilalasing mo ko no? May balak ka sa kin no? (Tatawa)&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  Is that your question? Sasagutin ko na. (Tatawa)&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Engot. Hindi yon. Here's something na curious lang ako. Kasi I've been hearing things... saka you've hinted on it na rin kanina...Are you still with Krissy?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hindi na.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Since when?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Two, maybe three weeks ago?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Sino'ng nakipag-break?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Pareho kami.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Why?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Maraming dahilan, actually. Naisip na lang naming na it won't work. Isa na don, magkaiba kami ng gustong mangyari sa buhay. Magkaiba kami ng mga pinaniniwalaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Marami.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  At ngayon mo lang nalaman iyon after two years with her?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: People change, Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Right before graduation, she asked me to move in with her.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Talaga?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Sabi niya, doon na naman din daw papunta ang relasyon namin. Might as well practice na raw for the real thing. Tutal, she's working na naman, ako naman bagong graduate, we should try out na raw living together if it'll work for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Natakot ka sa arrangement?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Hindi naman sa natakot. If you love someone, ano pa ng ikakatakot mo, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: E bakit umayaw ka?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: It's just that, it's not my thing.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: ! Sabi na nga ba e, bakla ka no? Sinasayang mo ang opportunities! (Matatawa)&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  Hindi ako oportunista. At lalong hindi ako bakla.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  Fine.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  Naisip ko lang na hindi pa pala ako handa sa mga ganitong bagay.&lt;br /&gt;Wala pa sa isip ko ang gano'n. Na-shock siguro ako sa reality na iyon na nga ang next step sa relationship namin. I mean, two years of being together and knowing each other, we're practically ready to get married, if you know what I mean. Pero I realized, I'm not ready for any of these. Narealize ko how immature I am. Na iba yung ideals ko two years ago sa ideals ko ngayon. I need to mature some more to get into this thing I mean, getting&lt;br /&gt;married. Diyos ko, ilang taon lang ba ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Maturity has nothing to do with age.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: But it has a lot to do with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: So I thought, bakit kailangan ng practice mode? Ibig sabihin, pag sumablay kami, split na kami? Live like a couple minus the commitment? Pa'no pag nawala na yung magic? Goodbye na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iinom ng wine si Jigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Kung kasal na, kasal na. Wala nang practice. I think that's the real cowardice. Yung i-try muna natin kung it will work kasi takot kayo na baka hindi maging successful ang outcome. Saan na napunta ang excitement ng buhay? Kaya nga kayo in-love, para sabay kayong humarap sa totoong buhay, sa hirap at ginahawa, di ba? (Matatawa) Hindi yung pagpapraktisan muna ninyo para siguradong ginhawa lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magkikibit-balikat lang si Jigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Are you always like that?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Like what?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  So cerebral in everything. Kahit pagdating sa relationships.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  Life is too precious para lang daanin sa trial and error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngingiti si Jigs. Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:: So, No hard feelings?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Friends pa rin kami. She still calls me up nga sa bahay e.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Kayo, bakit kayo nagbreak ni Carlo?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: That's your sixth na ha?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Sure.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Alam mo, ironic para sa akin yung break-up naming ni Carlo. And the funny thing was, it was about... sex. Uy, sa atin lang ito ha?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Of course.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Kasi nga, I was looking for that magic nga di ba? I wanted to be in a relationship na special naman. So of all the boyfriends I had, sa kanya lang ako walang sexual relationship. As in nag-aabstain talaga ako. Kasi parang naisip ko, para magkaroon naman ng meaning yung making love di ba? Parang, dapat di mo parating ginagawa, at ginagawa mo lang when you are sincere with yourself and with your partner. So I was investing muna emotionally. And I was actually starting to care about him. Yung, hindi ko na iniisip yung sarili ko.Yung siya lang ang inaalala ko. Akala ko perfect na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Ano'ng nangyari?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Patunayan ko raw na mahal ko siya. Magbigay daw ako ng proof. Pagbigyan ko raw siya. Sabi ko sa kanya, hindi pa ba sapat na proof yon? Na I'm saving myself for that right moment, that special moment between us? Alam mo'ng ginawa? Nilayasan ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: You deserve someone better.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  Talaga!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  Isipin mo, kung kelan naman I grew tired of meaningless sex, when I'm looking for the real thing, saka naman mawawala. Ang ironic ng buhay no?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  That's the way we must learn.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  Alam mo, kung tutuusin, never ko pang na-experience yung tunay na mag make-love. And I had to go all through those relationships para lang ma-realize yun. At least, ngayon, alam ko na ang hinahanap ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iinom ng wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Ikaw ba, importante sa yo na virgin ang mapapangasawa mo? How do you see virginity ba?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Alam mo, di ko pa napag-isipan yan. Pero now that you ve mentioned it...It doesn't matter kung virgin ang mapangasawa ko o hindi. Of course I value virginity a lot. I treat it as the only real gift I could give to my wife to be. Imaginin mo na lang di ba, kung wife ko ang una ko. It's like the perfect wedding gift I could give to her. Pero kung siya hindi na virgin, I wouldn't care. As long as mahal ko siya. Kasi I don't expect her to give me the same gift. I don't do something because I expect people to do the same to me. Ibigay niya sa akin ang sarili niya nang buong-buo, sapat na sa akin yon. Masaya na ako sa ganoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: (Mapapangiti si Yumi.) You know, that's the nicest thing I ever heard from a guy. That's why I always enjoy talking to you. You always say the nicest things.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Wow. Salamat. E ikaw, is making love to you equal to love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  I always took sex and love as opposite ideas. I mean, after the first time na...you know...sa Senior prom. Kasi afterwards, we broke up na ni Robert. Tapos naisip ko, yun na ba yung love? Baka hindi love yung naramdaman ko. Baka napagkamalan ko lang siyang love. I was just after the pleasure of intimacy. And then I felt empty. So empty. That's why I wanted to change. I wanted to believe in making love. And I'm still looking for it. Yung magic. Yung feeling mo, tao ka pala. I never felt that kahit isang beses. Men have penetrated my body but never my soul. And I wanted that. I wanted someone to touch my soul. To make love to my soul through my body. Pero siguro, naging numb na ko sa dami ng relasyong pinagdaanan ko. Hindi ko alam kung mararanasan ko pa iyon. That's why I envy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Sa tingin mo may pag-asa pa ako?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: You still have your soul...(Ngingiti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: With whom would you want to experience it?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Of course, sa asawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I mean, someone in particular. Take it as my seventh question.So give a name.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  A name? Hindi ko alam. Basta kung sino ang magiging asawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik. Magkikibit-balikat si Yumi. Iinom ng wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Well, I always thought na it was Krissy. And then, it was just gone. Of course I loved her. And I still do. Pero the magic was just gone after we both found out na magkaiba kami ng mga prinsipyo sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: My turn?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  Shoot me.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  Tell me something... a secret. Yung wala kahit isang nakakaalam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na katahimikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: You trust me naman di ba?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  Well, you've earned it, alright.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  Saka wala akong tinatago sa yo. Sinagot ko lahat ng tanong mo as honestly as I could. (Ngingiti)&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  I uhm...&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Yes...?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  I need more wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magsasalin si Jigs ng wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Take your time. We have less than fifty hours to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iinom ng wine si Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I'll tell you something no one in the world knows except one other person. And that person probably forgot all about me already.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: (Pabiro) What? You had sex with a stranger?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Ano ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Biro lang. Seryoso na.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Promise ha? Hindi ito lalabas.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  Promise.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: If this goes out, I will hunt you kahit sa libingan mo. Huhukayin kita at papatayin kita ulit.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Mamatay man ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Okay... (Pause) I... I was with Joel then... (Magiging mas seryoso ang tono niya) ...and Zach. I wasn't really with Zach, I was just going out with him pag wala si Joel, alam mo na... making out and stuff...Well, anyway, I was kinda serious din naman with Joel that time. Joel and I were...you know...doing it. And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  And...?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Uhm...I...uhm. ..I got pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik. Iinom ng wine si Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I uhm... shit. Hindi ko naman talaga ginusto e. Uhm... Two months akong delayed... then I took that test. I found out na buntis nga ako... and Joel found out about Zach (maluha-luha na) and I didn't know what to say, you know? Maniniwala ba naman sa akin si Joel na naaliw lang ako kay Zach? Na I didn't really love him? Na wala lang iyon? And so he broke up with me and... I..uhm. ..I was afraid and uhm...(Magsisimula siyang magbreak-down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: It's okay...&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I uhm... hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko, Joel left me. I wanted to tell him about the baby to make him come back but I don't think he'd believe me after the thing with Zach... and... my parents are gonna kill me if... shit. (iiyak)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: (lalapit kay Yumi para i-console ito) Ssshhh...you don't have to tell me this if it upsets you...&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: And so I went to a clinic... (hahagulgol) I didn't mean to, Jigs.  I wasn't myself then. And I felt so afraid. So alone...&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Tahan na. Ssshhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iiyak lang si Yumi kay Jigs. Yayakapin ni Jigs si Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Alam ba to ni Joel?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: How can I tell him? The only other person na nakakaalam ay yung duktor sa clinic. God... (iiyak) Oh God...&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: It's alright...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihimasin ni Jigs ang likod ni Yumi. Patatahanin niya ito. Matagal silang nakaganito lang. Matagal na katahimikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Can you get me my yosi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatayo si Jigs. Pupunta sa may side table sa tabi ng kama. Kukunin ang yosi ni Yumi Magsisindi siya ng isa at iaabot kay Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Thanks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na katahimikan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: If we were...if we were the last two people on earth, would you consider doing it with me?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Doing what?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Alam mo na...&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Alin? (Teasing ngingiti)&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Gago mo. (Ngingiti)&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: (Ngumiti rin.)&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: So? Would you?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Alin nga? Di mo masabi no? Bakit di mo masabi (Pagtatawanan si Yumi) Sabihin mo nga: Sex! Sex! Sex! Sex!&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Shut up nga!&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: That's your eight na, ha?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I lost count. Answer it.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihithit ng yosi si Yumi. Tahimik. Sasandal si Yumi. Sa balikat ni Jigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  If you could be something else, what would you be?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I dunno...maybe a violin...yeah. Violin siguro.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I always saw the relationship of a violin and its player as very intimate. Pag tumutugtog ang violinist, ang nakikita ko at naririnig ko, he strokes the soul of the instrument and the instrument penetrates the soul of the player. Para silang nagmi-make love. Di ba? Very sexy, very intimate, very sublime. Di ba? Pareho silang sincere sa isa't isa. Dahil kung hindi sila sincere, walang music na mabubuo. The violin surrenders her body to her player, her whole body and her whole soul, in full trust and sincerity. Di ba, compared to the sound of the other instruments, ang tunog ng violin parang isang naked woman? A naked woman in surrender? I want to be a violin. I want to be stroked in the soul. I want to make sincere music. I want to experience the sound of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Lalim nun ah. (Ngingiti)&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Pa'no mo malalamang in-love ka na?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  Paano? I! Don't think there s a formula to that. Basta malalaman mo na lang. I mean, ilang beses lang ba nangyari sa akin yon? I'd like to believe na yun na nga yon... yung kay Krissy...&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Kwento mo nga... paano mo narealize dati na mahal mo nga si Krissy?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Alam mo nakakatawa.. .korni actually. Babalik na naman ako sa pagiging korni nito e. Di ba ayaw mo sa korni.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Sige na. Hindi na kita aasarin.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: I heard bells.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI:  Ano?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Seryoso. Bigla na lang, habang nag-uusap kami, may narinig na lang akong bells, tapos music. Ewan ko kung iniimagine ko lang yon pero yun ang nangyari. Nakakatawa nga e. Parang kanta ng Beatles.&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Seryoso ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: O baka naman nagkataon noong oras na yon, may nagkakantahan sa kung saan sa school. Basta may narinig akong bells. Tapos napangiti ako. Pagtingin ko sa mata niya, iba na ang nakikita ko. Hindi ko na siya nakita as kabarkada lang. Biglang parang may magic. Hindi ko ma-explain. Baduy pero ganun. Tapos I just seized the moment. Umamin ako. A week later, kami na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Korni nga. (Matatawa)&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Korni talagang pakinggan. Pero pag nandun ka na. Pag naranasan mo na, feeling mo, hindi na korni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngingiti si Yumi. Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Alam mo, may times na parang tunog violin ang boses mo. O lasing lang ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: I'm into my last question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iaangat ni Yumi ang ulo niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Shoot me. Better make it good.&lt;br /&gt;JIGS:  If you were again to be the next victim of this tradition, if you were to be locked up in this room again...who would you want the next guy to be?&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: (Mag-iisip) I want someone whom I could talk to... Yung makukwentuhan ko ng mga sikreto ko. Yung may sense makipag-usap. Yung may laman. The violin player who'd stroke my strings...not even. Yung mapapatunog niya ang strings ko without even touching them. (Tahimik) Lumuluwag na ang dila ko...kung anu-ano na ang nasasabi ko. (Ngingiti)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tititigan lang ni Jigs si Yumi. Tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Siyempre yung masarap kausap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik. Hindi makatingin si Yumi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Yung kahit habambuhay wala kaming gawin kundi mag-usap... I think it's better than making love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mapapatingin si Yumi kay Jigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Gosh I want to kiss you so badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matitigilan siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: I can't believe I just said that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahimik. Titignan niya ulit si Jigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Don't you want to kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pause. Titignan siya ni Jigs sa mata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JIGS: Is that your last question? (Ngingiti si Jigs)&lt;br /&gt;YUMI: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DILIM...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-261530545027998797?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/261530545027998797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=261530545027998797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/261530545027998797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/261530545027998797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/20-questions-ang-kwento-nila-jigs-at.html' title='20 Questions (Ang Kwento nila Jigs at Yumi)'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3852247493777726831</id><published>2008-11-11T20:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T03:07:57.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quoting Bob Ong</title><content type='html'>1. "Kung hindi mo mahal ang isang tao, wag ka nang magpakita ng motibo para mahalin ka nya.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. "Huwag mong bitawan ang bagay na hindi mo kayang makitang hawak ng iba." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. "Huwag mong hawakan kung alam mong bibitawan mo lang." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. "Huwag na huwag ka hahawak kapag alam mong may hawak ka na." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Parang elevator lang yan eh, bakit mo pagsisiksikan ung sarili mo kung walang pwesto para sayo. Eh meron naman hagdan, ayaw mo lang pansinin." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. "Kung maghihintay ka nang lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo.. Dapat lumandi ka din." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Pag may mahal ka at ayaw sayo, hayaan mo. Malay mo sa mga susunod na araw ayaw mo na din sa kanya, naunahan ka lang." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. "Hiwalayan na kung di ka na masaya. Walang gamot sa tanga kundi pagkukusa." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. "Pag hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo wag ka magreklamo. Kasi may mga tao rin na di mo mahal pero mahal ka.. Kaya quits lang." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. "Kung dalawa ang mahal mo, piliin mo yung pangalawa. Kasi hindi ka naman magmamahal ng iba kung mahal mo talaga yung una." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. "Hindi porke't madalas mong ka-chat, kausap sa telepono, kasama sa mga lakad o ka-text ng wantusawa eh may gusto sayo at magkakatuluyan kayo. Meron lang talagang mga taong sadyang friendly, sweet, flirt, malandi, pa-fall o paasa." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. "Huwag magmadali sa babae o lalaki. Tatlo, lima, sampung taon, mag-iiba ang pamantayan mo at maiisip mong hindi pala tamang pumili ng kapareha dahil lang maganda o nakakalibog ito. Totong mas mahalaga ang kalooban ng tao higit sa anuman. Sa paglipas ng panahon, maging ang mga crush ng bayan nagmumukha ding pandesal, maniwala ka." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. "Minsan kahit ikaw ang nakaschedule, kailangan mo pa rin maghintay, kasi hindi ikaw ang priority." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. "Mahirap pumapel sa buhay ng tao. Lalo na kung hindi ikaw yung bida sa script na pinili nya." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. "Alam mo ba kung gaano kalayo ang pagitan ng dalawang tao pag nagtalikuran na sila? Kailangan mong libutin ang buong mundo para lang makaharap ulit ang taong tinalikuran mo." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. “Mas mabuting mabigo sa paggawa ng isang bagay kesa magtagumpay sa paggawa ng wala” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. “Hindi lahat ng kaya mong intindihin ay katotohan, at hindi lahat ng hindi mo kayang intindihin ay kasinungalingan” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. "Kung nagmahal ka ng taong di dapat at nasaktan ka, wag mong sisihin ang puso mo. Tumitibok lng yan para mag-supply ng dugo sa katawan mo. Ngayon, kung magaling ka sa anatomy at ang sisisihin mo naman ay ang hypothalamus mo na kumokontrol ng emotions mo, mali ka pa rin! Bakit? Utang na loob! Wag mong isisi sa body organs mo ang mga sama ng loob mo sa buhay! Tandaan mo: magiging masaya ka lang kung matututo kang tanggapin na hindi ang puso, utak, atay o bituka mo ang may kasalanan sa lahat ng nangyari sayo, kundi IKAW mismo!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. "Ang pag-ibig parang imburnal...nakakatakot mahulog...at kapag nahulog ka, it's either by accident or talagang tanga ka.." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-From Jan No&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3852247493777726831?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3852247493777726831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3852247493777726831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3852247493777726831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3852247493777726831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/quoting-bob-ong.html' title='Quoting Bob Ong'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-8461915080818727365</id><published>2008-11-07T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T19:26:16.444+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Pray?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I got this fro Campus Journal last night. This is a good reminder for everyone. In relation to this, you may want to read 2 Chronicles 7:13-22 also. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's something we need to do, so they say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I say, why pray?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The grass still grows, the autumn wind still blows.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I prayed. The action was made.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But it didn't turn out right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I fumbled for the Light.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why is it worth doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why pray?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is that You, Lord?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray to Me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, I have prayed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things haven't changed, it seems...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You don't understand. I heard your plans.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My eyes and ears are open wide.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But you've been all wrapped up inside.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, when I pray I don't hear what You say.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stop to listen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come to me without demands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Humble yourself. Open your hands.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, I long to see. I long to hear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray. Don't turn away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, forgive me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have prayed, but haven't understood.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray, My child. It's for your good.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will pray.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is a privilege I now see.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And now I know prayer changes me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pray, I am near. Pray, I still hear.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord, I will pray, I will obey.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-8461915080818727365?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8461915080818727365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=8461915080818727365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8461915080818727365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8461915080818727365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-pray.html' title='Why Pray?'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-2071642778559300371</id><published>2008-11-07T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T18:47:32.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pauwi Na by Noel Cabangon</title><content type='html'>I got this from P.A... Sniff sniff... &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMfs-f-N38Q&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZMfs-f-N38Q&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-2071642778559300371?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2071642778559300371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=2071642778559300371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2071642778559300371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2071642778559300371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/11/pauwi-na-by-noel-cabangon.html' title='Pauwi Na by Noel Cabangon'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-2652888729520466264</id><published>2008-10-17T10:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:58:26.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPCAT the Movie</title><content type='html'>This is soooo kewl... :) &lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iY-njz7nEAY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iY-njz7nEAY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-2652888729520466264?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2652888729520466264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=2652888729520466264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2652888729520466264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2652888729520466264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/upcat-movie.html' title='UPCAT the Movie'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3794387286370344038</id><published>2008-10-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T01:22:22.679+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Interview With God</title><content type='html'>I just saw this email which was sent by Earla 2.5 yrs ago. The beautiful presentation is very powerful and inspirational and I just feel that I need to share it with you. Hope you would spend a few minutes of your time going through the presentation. Let us all be reminded of God's unending love for us. :) &lt;a href="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="28" alt="God" src="http://www.theinterviewwithgod.com/banners/175x28.jpg" width="175" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pathways-to-peace.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Inspirational Quotes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3794387286370344038?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3794387286370344038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3794387286370344038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3794387286370344038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3794387286370344038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/interview-with-god.html' title='The Interview With God'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-371212758686579076</id><published>2008-10-08T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T11:54:38.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday sa nag-iisang... Deosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#232"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/232/1-748851091l.jpg?et=65itbTZkipqRNEHhmfnrRw&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;Ang kalangitan, karagatan at sangkalupaan ay nagdiriwang ngayon dahil sa kaarawan sa aking pinakamamahal na kapatid. Happy 22nd Birthday, Deosa! :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-371212758686579076?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/371212758686579076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=371212758686579076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/371212758686579076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/371212758686579076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-sa-nag-iisang-deosa.html' title='Happy Birthday sa nag-iisang... Deosa!'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-2811029793198893344</id><published>2008-10-06T07:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T11:38:53.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Movie Villain Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#231"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/231/darth-vader.jpg?et=bCBYH393O8hGjxOQJ4%2Cxnw&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;www.tickle.com&lt;/center&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-2811029793198893344?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2811029793198893344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=2811029793198893344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2811029793198893344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2811029793198893344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/which-movie-villain-are-you.html' title='Which Movie Villain Are You?'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-7460735396032628264</id><published>2008-10-05T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T14:53:05.842+08:00</updated><title type='text'>San Juan - I will always be proud of you! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="never"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/181uXkBDWNQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="never" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/181uXkBDWNQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=181uXkBDWNQ&lt;/center&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-7460735396032628264?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7460735396032628264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=7460735396032628264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7460735396032628264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7460735396032628264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/san-juan-i-will-always-be-proud-of-you.html' title='San Juan - I will always be proud of you! :)'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3655711025221228830</id><published>2008-10-03T21:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T11:51:34.818+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trip ko lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#229"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/229/before.jpg?et=oeTgboRuxkX1IvAE6thzcg&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt;Before (2004) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#230"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/230/after.jpg?et=WGJhqMqc3LRH9A7yMUh4gQ&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;After (2008) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3655711025221228830?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3655711025221228830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3655711025221228830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3655711025221228830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3655711025221228830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/10/trip-ko-lang.html' title='Trip ko lang...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-8888094092137568408</id><published>2008-09-28T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T18:35:33.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008_09_28_Happy Birthday, Suzie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#227"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/227/720692059l.jpg?et=qxcV5QHgOT1pGRQz1h2C1Q&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-8888094092137568408?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8888094092137568408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=8888094092137568408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8888094092137568408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8888094092137568408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/20080927happy-birthday-suzie.html' title='2008_09_28_Happy Birthday, Suzie!'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-7836327427046580710</id><published>2008-09-27T08:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T12:11:21.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008_09_27_Earthquakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Nagising ako sa lakas ng 2 magkasunod na lindol. Para akong ini-hehele e. Syempre pagkagising, surf kaagad. Kaya naman pala! Mindoro ang epicenter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#225"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/225/09-27-08-6.1.jpg?et=9lDc0T%2CSRO%2CwU3LCuKxE8g&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#226"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/226/09-27-08-last2.jpg?et=leKKvezrslytNPA%2BlolRKg&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sana walang nagawang damage ang intensity 5.6 and 6.1 quakes na to. Dumadalas na talaga ang mga lindol. Magugunaw na ba ang mundo?&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-7836327427046580710?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7836327427046580710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=7836327427046580710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7836327427046580710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7836327427046580710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/20080927earthquakes.html' title='2008_09_27_Earthquakes'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-1246008386156411127</id><published>2008-09-13T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:38:54.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Globe Prepaid Card</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#224"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/224/DSC00656.JPG?et=Tgd81oMwxNLaSF8dFKuAWQ&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Eto ang kwento nyan. Galing ako ng Clark and I had to meet some friends sa Manila ng Saturday and Sunday. Nag-stay ako sa house nila Clariz and Pepot that weekend. Since graduation din ng ate ko sa Dental Surgery that Monday, dun na din ako natulog ng Sunday night. Maaga umalis sina Pepot at Clariz kasi me pasok sila and dahil hapon pa naman kami magkikita ng ate ko, naiwan ako sa haws. I was about to take a bath nang ma-discover ko na na-locked in pala ako sa room. Mega sira ang doorknob at di ko sya mabuksan. I did almost everything but to no avail. Di pa naman makauwi sina Clariz kasi nga office hours. Unfortunately, nasa bus pa lang ang ate ko galing Batangas and makarating din sya, hindi din alam ng ate ko kung pa'no pumunta dun kaya magahahanap pa sya. Panic mode. Si Ian lang sa mga friendships ko ang me alam kung san yun and unfortunately ulit, natutulog pa sya at di sumasagot sa telepono. Fast forward... habang pawis pawis at nahihilo na sa gutom, me nakita akong Globe Prepaid Card. Bumalik sa aking alaala ang glory days ng UPCYM- haha, I mean tambay days. Therefore, ginamit ko ang card para buksan ang pinto. Voila! Nabuksan ang pinto! Mejo 3 hrs lang naman ako nakulong sa loob! Hay, anyways.. yun yung kwento. At dahil isang di malilimutang pangyayari yun, syempre kelangan i-document. :P&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-1246008386156411127?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1246008386156411127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=1246008386156411127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1246008386156411127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1246008386156411127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/globe-prepaid-card.html' title='Globe Prepaid Card'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-8990037604885732415</id><published>2008-09-10T02:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:21:55.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blogthings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Could Be a Vampire... If You Had To&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/couldyoubeavampirequiz/vampire-2.gif" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Like most people, the thought of being a vampire has crossed your mind. But you're not sure if you'd do it, even if you could.&lt;br&gt;Living forever doesn't sound half bad, if you could live forever with the people you love the most. &lt;br&gt;But do vampires even love? And would the vampire version of you even be you?&lt;br&gt;It's all too much to contemplate. Luckily, the chances of you ever becoming a vampire are astronomically low.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What you would like best about being a vampire: Living forever&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;What you would like least about being a vampire: Blood stained teeth &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/couldyoubeavampirequiz/"&gt;Could You Be a Vampire?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Friendliness Score is 63 (Friendly)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/howfriendlyareyouquiz/friendly-3.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;No doubt about it, you are a good friend and a friend to many.&lt;br&gt;You're one of the first people your friends call when they have news.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are quite popular, and your circle of friends is always growing.&lt;br&gt;And while you are always making new friends, you are careful not to leave your old friends behind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;While you are a great friend, you're not perfect. Sometimes you slip a little.&lt;br&gt;Make sure to listen to your friends and make time for them. Occasionally they feel a little neglected. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howfriendlyareyouquiz/"&gt;How Friendly Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life is 26% Off Track&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoulivingthewronglifequiz/life-2.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;In general, your life is going very well.&lt;br&gt;You're quite happy with where you are and what you're doing.&lt;br&gt;And even if you get a bit off course, you're usually able to get back on track easily. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoulivingthewronglifequiz/"&gt;Are You Living The Wrong Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You'll Find Love Through Friends&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/wherewillyoufindyourdreamguyquiz/through-friends.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Your friends get you better than any guy ever has&lt;br&gt;And they're the perfect people to introduce you to your soulmate&lt;br&gt;So look and act you're best with them, even if it's a girl's night out&lt;br&gt;You never know who they might find for you! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wherewillyoufindyourdreamguyquiz/"&gt;Where Will You Find Your Dream Guy?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Can Definitely Spot a Liar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/liar-1.png" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Maybe you have good instincts. Or maybe you just have a lot of experience with liars.&lt;br&gt;Either way, it's pretty hard for someone to pull a fast one on you. You're like a human lie detector. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/canyouspotaliarquiz/"&gt;Can You Spot a Liar?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not a Jealous Bone in Your Body&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyouajealouswomanquiz/not-jealous.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You're secure, trusting, and giving with friends and lovers&lt;br&gt;And while you may have been hurt before, you've bounced back&lt;br&gt;You're generally happy with your life - and no one's grass is greener than yours&lt;br&gt;One word of caution: some may see your lack of jealousy as indifference! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyouajealouswomanquiz/"&gt;Are You A Jealous Woman?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are 90% Psychic&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/areyoupsychicquiz/psychic.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You are so very psychic.&lt;br&gt;But you already predicted that, didn't you?&lt;br&gt;You have "the gift" - and you use it daily to connect with others.&lt;br&gt;You're very tapped into the world around you...&lt;br&gt;Just make sure to use your powers for good! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/areyoupsychicquiz/"&gt;Are You Psychic?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Aphrodite!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/aphrodite.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;A total shining star with a ton of admirers&lt;br&gt;And no wonder: you live life to the fullest!&lt;br&gt;When things get bad, you can easily take off to a happier place&lt;br&gt;But occasionally, you need to deal with problems head on &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatgoddessareyouquiz/"&gt;What Goddess Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-8990037604885732415?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8990037604885732415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=8990037604885732415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8990037604885732415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8990037604885732415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/blogthings.html' title='blogthings...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-1113152757083001352</id><published>2008-09-10T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T05:28:16.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Travel Horoscope</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt; &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt;COLOR: black;" face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travel Horoscope for Virgo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyourtravelhoroscopequiz/virgo.jpg" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;When you travel, you need to keep active and on the go.&lt;br&gt;You want a vacation where you can keep moving and keep things exciting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should travel to:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paris&lt;br&gt;Tokyo&lt;br&gt;NYC&lt;br&gt;Sydney&lt;br&gt;London &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourtravelhoroscopequiz/"&gt;What's Your Travel Horoscope?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-1113152757083001352?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1113152757083001352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=1113152757083001352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1113152757083001352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1113152757083001352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-travel-horoscope.html' title='My Travel Horoscope'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-4168111379953851766</id><published>2008-09-09T20:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T23:29:43.809+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okra and Brocolli</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My fave gulay! Hehe.. Joke.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#223"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/223/DSCF0990.JPG?et=4wDm%2Bkfug1UBFQad%2CNDmSg&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-4168111379953851766?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4168111379953851766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=4168111379953851766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/4168111379953851766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/4168111379953851766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/09/okra-and-brocolli.html' title='Okra and Brocolli'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-6965834675586158936</id><published>2008-08-31T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:58:37.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradigm Shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#3333ff"&gt;This was forwarded to me 2 years ago and well, ngayon ko lang sya nabasa. hehe.. 'twas a nice read so im sharing it. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Paradigm Shift&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;Imagine you're in a Airport. While you're waiting for your flight, you notice a kiosk selling shortbread cookies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You buy a box, put them in your traveling bag and then you patiently search for an available seat so you can sit down and enjoy your cookies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Finally you find a seat next to a gentleman. You reach down into your traveling bag and pull out your box of shortbread cookies.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As you do so, you notice that the gentleman starts watching you intensely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He stares as you open the box and his eyes follow your hand as you pick up the cookie and bring it to your mouth. Just then he reaches over and takes one of your cookies from the box and eats it!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You're more than a little surprised at this. Actually, you're at a loss for words. Not only does he take one cookie, but he alternates with you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For every one cookie you take, he takes one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, what's your immediate impression of this guy? Crazy? Greedy? He's got some nerve! Can you imagine the words you might use to describe this man to your associates back at the office? Meanwhile, you both continue eating the cookies until there's just one left.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To your surprise, the man reaches over and takes it. But then he does something unexpected. He breaks it in half, and gives half to you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After he's finished with his half he gets up, and without a word, he leaves.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You think to yourself, "Did this really happen?" You're left sitting there dumbfounded and still hungry. So you go back to the kiosk and buy another box of cookies. You then return to your seat and begin opening your new box of cookies when you glance down into your traveling bag.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sitting there in your bag is your original box of cookies -- still unopened. Only then did you realize that when you reached down earlier, you had reached into the other man's bag and grabbed his box of cookies by mistake.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now what do you think of the man? Generous? Tolerant? You've just experienced a profound paradigm shift. You're seeing things from a new point of view.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Is it time to change your point of view?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, think of this story as it relates to your life. Seeing things from a new point of view can be very enlightening.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Think outside the box. Don't settle for the status quo. Be open to suggestions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;-- &lt;br&gt;"There are many things in life that will catch your eye but only a few will catch your heart, pursue those."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-6965834675586158936?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6965834675586158936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=6965834675586158936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6965834675586158936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6965834675586158936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/paradigm-shift.html' title='Paradigm Shift'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-8126558935351895406</id><published>2008-08-27T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:13:57.318+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready to love again?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;This was posted by my friend, Ice and was written and originally posted by her friend, Raya (i don't actually know her...hehe) but i enjoyed reading it and learned some lessons pa (i think!). So here, i'm posting it, too. :)  To all my gurl friends out there, enjoy reading! Wakey-wakey! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 31, '08 5:11 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to write something about a friend (having inspired by her not so simple lovelife) kaso I couldn't get my thoughts together and so I ended up writing this instead. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can’t help but ask. I thought pag in love ka, it’s all sunshine and rainbows and bunnies and cotton candies. Tamang nagsusumigaw na pink dapat ang mundo mo. Well, siguro nga…it’s a given fact na when you fall in…pwede ka mag-fall out at walang nag-fall na di nabukulan. No matter how careful you are in selecting to whom you can entrust your heart with (i thought i wanted to puke when i said that!), inevitable na ata ang masaktan. Wish ko lang may bakuna to immunize me from all these. Pero wala eh….akala mo lang meron pero wala! wala! wala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not usually take things at face value but when it comes to men…I have to take what they do at face value. Madali lang naman silang basahin eh. In fairness, they are pretty straightforward naman. I find them fun to be with. Just don’t think too much if you don’t want to spoil the moment and rot the friendship. In other words, never poison your mind with malice. Maloloka ka lang for nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they do nice things to you…it only meant nice lang talaga sila. We should not discourage anyone from being nice. We are all praying for a better world di ba? I thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they call you very often…it only meant kailangan lang talaga nila ng kausap. Iniisip mo bakit ikaw? Aba eh ma-touched ka at meron pang mga tao na kumakausap sa iyo! Why do we need to interpret things differently based on the gender of the caller? Just treat it the same way you would look at it if it were a female friend who called you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they sms you very often…maybe mayroon shang 700 free sms a month na sayang naman kung di nya gagamitin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they email you a lot…aba eh…petiks yan! Isumbong mo sa boss nya! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they shower you with attention...it only meant na they have so much attention to give. Yun lang yun. It’s free so just take it! Take it! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they ask you out…it could mean that they want to do some catching up with you. Friends do that. I value friends who take effort to meet up with me kase iba talaga yung nakikita mo sila…their reaction as you talk or their expressions and emotions as they speak. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If they give you super special treatment….it only meant na special ka and you deserve to be treated that way by everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how do I know if they want to be more than just my friend?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Well, I expect them to say so! If they cannot express themselves with simple words on simple things like this, then how can you expect them to assume the lead in your relationship? Unless, mind-reader ka o psychic na malakas ang pakiramdam at kayang magbasa ng isp ng iba. But why waste your time? Kung high school ka siguro…pwede. Pero siguro at my age (I’m not saying what!), there are a lot better things to make use of my time and energy with…like….wakeboarding! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know…I know…he is soooo nice and perfect for you and its so difficult to resist his charm kaya nade-develop ka na! (don't worry its normal...i think) Pwes, paglabanan mo. Always guard and be in control of your emotions. I am giving men the benefit of the doubt that this is unintentional (but maybe subconscious) to single out a specific girl, treat her like a princess, shower her with attention, make her fall for this he-made-me-feel-good-about-being-a-girl trap and later on after the feelings have been nurtured, drop the I-can-only-love-you-as-a-friend bomb (is this a skill they learned in school because they could be so damn good at it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaawww. That hurts…even when you don’t have the right to be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard a lot of people say that it can never be platonic between a man and a woman. Bakit hindi??? I really beg to disagree. I have a handful of close male friends and it worked pretty well for us. Sometimes, you just have to put your creative imagination to rest. You jut have to take things as they are (or maybe...hindi lang talaga ako normal). I know that you maybe thinking right now na madali for me to say it kase I have never been in that situation yet. Actually...I have (more than once). =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what I usually do. Isipin mo na salot ang mga kumag (ay...bitter!)...ah...este...I draw a line and (take note this is very important) never cross it! Always stay within your boundary (except kung super liwanang na yung light at the end of the tunnel at nasiguro mong freedom nga yung nasa other side...hehe). Trust me, I have my own story to tell but this blog is not about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooooo… to my friends who have unreciprocatedly loved and lost…wipe those tears away (move on without losing the lesson). I know that you are ready to love again. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-8126558935351895406?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8126558935351895406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=8126558935351895406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8126558935351895406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8126558935351895406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/are-you-ready-to-love-again.html' title='Are you ready to love again?'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-4428919046210960018</id><published>2008-08-24T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:11:35.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ten Conyo–mandments</title><content type='html'>Na-post na to ni Kim pero dahil sobrang naaliw ako, ipo-post ko din. haha.. I can like, so relate, alavet! hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ten Conyo–mandments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Thou shall make gamit “make+pandiwa”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Let’s make pasok na to our class!”&lt;br /&gt;“Wait lang! I’m making kain pa!”&lt;br /&gt;“Come on na, we can’t make hintay anymore!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Thou shall make kalat “noh”, “di ba” and “eh” in your pangungusap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t like to make lakad in the baha nga, noh? Eh di ba it’s like, so ewww, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;“What ba? Stop nga being maarte noh!”&lt;br /&gt;“Eh as if you want naman also, di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. When making describe a whatever, always say “It’s SO pang–uri!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s so malaki, you know, and so mainit!”&lt;br /&gt;“I know right? So sarap nga eh!”&lt;br /&gt;“You’re making me inggit naman, I’ll make bili nga my own burger.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When you are lalaki, make parang punctuation “dude”, “tsong” or “pare”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dude, ENGANAL is so hirap, pare.” - (ENGANAL = Engineering Analysis in DLSU, FYI.)&lt;br /&gt;“I know, tsong, I got bagsak nga in quiz one, eh.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Thou shall know you know? I know right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My bag is so bigat today, you know.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know, right! We have to make dala pa kase the jumbo Physics book eh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Make gawa the plural of pangalans like in English or Spanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I have so many tigyawats, oh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Like, when you can make kaya, always like. Like, I know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like it’s so init naman!”&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah! The air–con, it’s like sira kase eh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Make yourself feel so galing by translating the last word of your sentence, you know, your pangungusap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Kakainis naman in the LRT! How plenty tao, you know, people?”&lt;br /&gt;”It’s so tight nga there, eh, you know, masikip?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Make gamit of plenty of abbreviations, you know, daglat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Like OMG! It’s like traffic sa EDSA.”&lt;br /&gt;“I know, right? It’s so kaka!”&lt;br /&gt;“Kaka?”&lt;br /&gt;“Kakaasar!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Make gamit the pinakamarte voice and pronunciation you have para full effect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m like, making aral at the Arrhneow!”&lt;br /&gt;“Me naman, I’m from Lazzahl!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-4428919046210960018?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4428919046210960018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=4428919046210960018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/4428919046210960018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/4428919046210960018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/ten-conyomandments.html' title='The Ten Conyo–mandments'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-8607431539372765511</id><published>2008-08-14T15:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T15:28:46.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage</title><content type='html'>&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/N/8_3/sdaf27_636749ba105b84cpezk927" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/free-family-tree-template"  &gt;Free family tree template&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/family-history"  &gt;Family history&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTIxOTgyMTk5ODcxNSZwdD*xMjE5ODIyMDMzNjM1JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*y.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-8607431539372765511?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8607431539372765511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=8607431539372765511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8607431539372765511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8607431539372765511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/08/celebrity-collage-by-myheritage_27.html' title='Celebrity Collage by MyHeritage'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-1022546617746145047</id><published>2008-07-08T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T04:59:04.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;my usual order. tapsilog, extra bacon and potato salad. with iced tea.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my heavy meal. barbecue spareribs with mashed potato and iced tea. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my diet meal. tuna salad and iced tea. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;my other "diet" meal. mexican combination - taco and enchilada. with iced tea.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haaay... those were the days...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#221"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/3/photos/11/500x500/221/DSC01820.JPG?et=UitK4MI4Gf4yQPexwAZwPQ&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-1022546617746145047?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1022546617746145047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=1022546617746145047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1022546617746145047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1022546617746145047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/rumpa.html' title='Rumpa'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-2254836361720955023</id><published>2008-07-05T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T15:19:38.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>M.O.A.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#216"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/216/DSC00228.JPG?et=x%2CS6BHGLN9Ps%2BJmN1%2CUEFA&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#219"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/219/DSC00243.JPG?et=sI3AKqxMQZ5DxNGNr7G2pg&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#220"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/220/DSC00273.JPG?et=rqmwNV0BQaNpKgVB1scIIQ&amp;nmid=92242198" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOA just brings back so many memories... and I don't think I would still want to go back there. It's like torture. Arrrgh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-2254836361720955023?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2254836361720955023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=2254836361720955023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2254836361720955023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2254836361720955023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/07/moa.html' title='M.O.A.'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-6016121175097721626</id><published>2008-06-29T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:58:05.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;a lot of people. a lot of things. a lot of places... but i can't do anything about it. not yet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;haaay... wish me luck. wish me well. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;miss you all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-6016121175097721626?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6016121175097721626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=6016121175097721626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6016121175097721626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6016121175097721626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-2301948763631458081</id><published>2008-06-21T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T23:06:49.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ikakasal na 'ko...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Yup.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sa hindi malamang dahilan eh yan ang kumakalat na balita sa probinsya. Haha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I just want to clarify- hindi po ako. Ang ate ko po ang malapit na ikasal! Bata pa po ako. Hehe..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-2301948763631458081?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2301948763631458081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=2301948763631458081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2301948763631458081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2301948763631458081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/ikakasal-na.html' title='Ikakasal na &amp;#39;ko...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3510815670170366828</id><published>2008-06-06T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T23:46:38.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagbabalik-tanaw sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Student number? &lt;br&gt;99-**141&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;College? &lt;br&gt;College of Social Sciences and Philosophy (CSSP)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Ano ang course mo?&lt;br&gt;BA Linguistics&lt;br&gt;BA Psychology&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nag-shift ka ba o na-kick out?&lt;br&gt;Shifted (during my 2nd yr sa linguistics kasi naaasar na ko kaka explain kung ano ang linguistics sa mga taong nagtatanong kung ano yung course ko. Ang babaw noh? haha..)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Saan ka kumuha ng UPCAT?&lt;br&gt;UP Los Banos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Favorite GE (General Education) classes? &lt;br&gt;Kom II (dahil sa prof, haha)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Favorite PE? &lt;br&gt;TaeChi&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Saan ka nag-aabang ng hot guys/girls sa UP? &lt;br&gt;Sa AS at sa tambayan ng Kontra-gapi. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Favorite Professors? &lt;br&gt;Sir David sa Neuro Psych, Ms. Luna sa Span I, Mateo sa Geo 11, Alwin Aguirre sa Kom at Ms. Ong sa Psych Stat (gf ni sir alwin!), &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Least favorite GE (General Education) class? &lt;br&gt;Math 17!! Argghh.. 7am summer class!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did you sign up for Saturday classes? &lt;br&gt;Hindi ata.. kahit sobrang gusto ko yung fire range shooting, ayoko ng sat classes&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nakapag-field trip ka ba? &lt;br&gt;Corregidor. Banahaw. Subic. Banahaw. Munti.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naging CS ka na ba or US sa UP? &lt;br&gt;Opkors! Both. =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What Organization/Fraternity/Sorority were you a member of? &lt;br&gt;Orgs: UP CYM (Christian Org), UP Pugad Sayk (Acad Org), UP Kontra-GaPi (performing grp), UP Pahinungod (volunteer grp)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Saan ka tumatambay palagi?&lt;br&gt;AS. FC.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Dorm, Boarding house, o Bahay? &lt;br&gt;boarding house. forever. sa krus na ligas!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kung walang UPCAT at malaya kang nakapili ng kurso mo sa UP, ano yun? &lt;br&gt;BAA, Journ&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sino ang pinaka-una mong nakilala sa UP? &lt;br&gt;Cayz. Blockmate =)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First play na napanood mo sa UP? &lt;br&gt;The Invisible Friends ata.. sa FC.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Saan ka madalas mag-lunch? &lt;br&gt;Casaa. Beach House. Khas. Orange House.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Name the 5 most conyo orgs in UP.&lt;br&gt;JPIA, JMA, DebSoc, PsychSoc, PugadSayk?&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Name 5 of the coolest orgs/frats/soro in UP.&lt;br&gt;UPCYM. Kontra. Sorry, 2 lang e. haha!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;br&gt;May frat/soro bang nag-recruit sa yo?&lt;br&gt;Yuh! (mejo madami dami din pero ayoko e.. haha)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Masaya ba sa UP? &lt;br&gt;babalik balikan mo. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nakasama ka na ba sa rally? &lt;br&gt;EDSA 2 lang. :) at mga rally na pinupuntahan ng Kontra, pero as performers lang. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ilang beses ka bumoto sa Student Council? &lt;br&gt;bumoboto ata ako tuwing me election e&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pinangarap mo rin bang mag-laude nung freshman ka? &lt;br&gt;Oo naman! Pero gumuho lahat yun dahil sa Chem 16! tsk tsk&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;br&gt;Kanino ka pinaka-patay sa UP? &lt;br&gt;hahaha.. nung nasa UP pa ko.. si boardmate na pinag-awayan pa namin ni keij. that was so stupid. wahaha...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;br&gt;Kung di ka UP, anong school ka? &lt;br&gt;UST. Kasi yun lang yung other school na nag exam ako pagkatapos ng matinding sapilitan at sa kabila ng kugustuhan ko. hehe.. Na-feel ko na kasi na papasa ako sa UPCAT. :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3510815670170366828?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3510815670170366828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3510815670170366828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3510815670170366828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3510815670170366828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/pagbabalik-tanaw-sa-unibersidad-ng.html' title='Pagbabalik-tanaw sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-7947279020387779926</id><published>2008-06-02T01:13:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T01:15:01.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Fruti Pop! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;This is my favorite pic ever so forgive me for posting it. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;A href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#212"&gt;&lt;IMG src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/212/fruti%20pop.jpg?et=cA9ZFfatyxwxqdfkGNAGBw&amp;amp;nmid=92242198" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;Cheers to a Fruitful year, Don Fruti. :) &lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-7947279020387779926?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/7947279020387779926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=7947279020387779926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7947279020387779926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/7947279020387779926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-birthday-fruti-pop.html' title='Happy Birthday, Fruti Pop! :)'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-6472354279376082908</id><published>2008-05-31T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T21:08:14.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Ice Cream Personality</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;font style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: black; " face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Ice Cream Personality:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/icecream.png" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;You like to think of yourself as a fairly modest person. And it's true that you don't talk yourself up... but you're also pretty happy with who you are.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a pretty cautious person. You look before you leap, and you don't leap often. There's a bit of a wild child within you, but it doesn't get out often.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a somewhat open minded person, but deep down you're fairly conservative. You don't like trying new things very much. And if you do find something new you like, you stick with it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a natural multitasker. You feel alive when you're doing more than one thing at a time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are fun loving and sweet. You tend to enjoy joking around and teasing people. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/theicecreampersonalitytest/"&gt;The Ice Cream Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-6472354279376082908?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6472354279376082908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=6472354279376082908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6472354279376082908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6472354279376082908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-ice-cream-personality.html' title='My Ice Cream Personality'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-6962777295061650592</id><published>2008-05-29T23:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:34:08.527+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Age Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Act Like You Are 26 Years Old&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatagequiz/20s.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel like an adult, and you're optimistic about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're still figuring out your place in the world and how you want your life to shape up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;The world is full of possibilities, and you can't wait to explore many of them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href= "http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-6962777295061650592?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6962777295061650592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=6962777295061650592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6962777295061650592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6962777295061650592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-age-quiz.html' title='What Age Quiz'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-8094190738852555812</id><published>2008-05-11T02:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T02:25:03.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My sister is getting married soon...</title><content type='html'>Kung akala nyo e hindi na uso ang pamamanhikan, nagkakamali kayo. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 May 2008, dumating sa bahay namin ang pamilya at mga kaanak ng BF ng ate ko. They brought lots of food and guess what, namanhikan sila. They talked about the wedding: when, where, how, who, etc. Just to cut short, my sister is finally getting married soon... in October 2008 actually. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#214"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/214/DSC00073.JPG?et=T3uXDDN%2C7NOfRzZ%2Bam241g&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My sister and her soon to be hubby with me and the elders. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#213"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/213/DSC00072.JPG?et=Owd0sQ1ftsI1qfNE0hR6FQ&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With my younger sis&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#215"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/215/Image011.jpg?et=GyfzTSSpUIEiwcITkwTrhQ&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;With her soon to be pamangkins. :) &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-8094190738852555812?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/8094190738852555812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=8094190738852555812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8094190738852555812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/8094190738852555812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-sister-is-getting-married-soon.html' title='My sister is getting married soon...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-2942238788553069920</id><published>2008-02-27T16:35:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:54:21.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Birthday</title><content type='html'>We celebrated my mom's 68th birthday at Maharlika Village in San Juan, Batangas. Of course, there was singing before and after the feast. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#203"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/203/IMG0109A.jpg?et=tLK3lNI6ZVuX9QQmy%2B%2CEDA&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kuya Dex, Mama, Alfer, Deosa and I&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#204"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/204/IMG0110A.jpg?et=jPsaX6itaKo8%2BNauni1KmA&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kuya Dex, Ate Jen, Mama, Alfer &amp; I&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#205"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/205/IMG0111A.jpg?et=sle0IfH73P1dhpEWNwXZnw&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;My mom, doing the birit. :)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-2942238788553069920?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2942238788553069920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=2942238788553069920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2942238788553069920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2942238788553069920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/moms-birthday.html' title='Mom&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-6527717035560897022</id><published>2008-02-23T16:57:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T17:18:20.307+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Baby Xam!</title><content type='html'>A visit to the 1 month old Xamantha Nikolai Malabanan De Guia at the De Guia Residence in Don Antonio, QC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#206"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/206/IMG0093A.jpg?et=QwRbSmXnIbbWf2IRufQ1gg&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#210"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/210/IMG0099A.jpg?et=X82jm03u6K6ScQDUF2S4Ow&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#207"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/207/IMG0094A.jpg?et=d0pR8fwCjCn9F9Mpr2qxwg&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;with Mommy Ket&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#208"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/208/IMG0095A.jpg?et=WKkck5lUtIr4xjzFGcX0bQ&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;with Ninong Ben&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#209"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/209/IMG0096A.jpg?et=dSm%2B7bOaW1jznLuHp%2BMM%2Bg&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;Ninong Ian and Ninang JS&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/11/attachments#211"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/2/photos/11/500x500/211/IMG0100A.jpg?et=u3gToCtv32cyMvRoIO9ZVw&amp;nmid=92242198"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-6527717035560897022?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/6527717035560897022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=6527717035560897022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6527717035560897022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/6527717035560897022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2008/02/hello-baby-xam.html' title='Hello, Baby Xam!'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-1889909267937635609</id><published>2007-06-21T12:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T12:48:27.185+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala ng Iba: The Bloomfields</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8X0jXAAuDs"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t8X0jXAAuDs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alala mo nung tayo ay walang magawa&lt;br /&gt;Nando’n ako, nando’n ka, at wala ng iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;At sino pa ang hinahanap mo&lt;br /&gt;Nandito lang naman ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanapin mo, pagitan ay buntong hininga&lt;br /&gt;Nahuhulog sa’yo lang at wala ng iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, ikaw lang at wala ng iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang hinahanap ko, oh&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang, ikaw lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang at wala ng iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sandaling ‘to, ang puso’y parang lilipad na&lt;br /&gt;Sa sandaling ‘to, ikaw lang at wala ng iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat Refrain]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, ikaw lang at wala ng iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang hinahanap ko, oh&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw lang, ikaw lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh wala ng iba&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-1889909267937635609?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1889909267937635609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=1889909267937635609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1889909267937635609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1889909267937635609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2007/06/wala-ng-iba-bloomfields.html' title='Wala ng Iba: The Bloomfields'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-3884777351904707342</id><published>2007-05-26T19:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T16:07:21.532+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Varsity or Victory?</title><content type='html'>Isang araw sa Greenhills...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorva 1: My VCF pala sa Galleria. Attend sana 'ko kanina e.&lt;br /&gt;Chorva 2: VCF? Ano yun?&lt;br /&gt;Chorva 1: Ung parang CCF. Me service dun e. Ano nga ba yun... &lt;br /&gt;(after a few seconds...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorva 1: Ahhh, Varsity Christian Fellowship!&lt;br /&gt;Chorva 2: Varsity Christian Fellowship? Meron pala nun? Ano yun, para sa mga varsity? &lt;br /&gt;Chorva 1: Haller, hindi kaya. Varsity Christian Fellowship nga ata e yun. Church ba.&lt;br /&gt;Chorva 2: Baka Victory Christian Fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;Chorva 1: Ay, syet. Oo nga. (**blush blush**)&lt;br /&gt;Chorva 2: Bwahaha... Syet, kung ako yun, mag-me melt na 'ko.&lt;br /&gt;Chorva 1: (melting... kahit walang araw.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this picture reminds me of that moment! I'm Chorva 1 by the way. O ayan, inamin ko na huh! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jsfiles.multiply.com/photos/album/1/Pahiyas_-_May_1415_2007#62"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.jsfiles.multiply.com/image/7/photos/1/500x500/62/js%20078.jpg?et=9Zcy%2CxrZJOBFKINmxcCquw&amp;nmid=43414350"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-3884777351904707342?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/3884777351904707342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=3884777351904707342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3884777351904707342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/3884777351904707342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/varsity-or-victory.html' title='Varsity or Victory?'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-211646151582499457</id><published>2007-05-17T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T23:49:52.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT MY LAST NAME SAY ABOUT ME...</title><content type='html'>S: easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;A: you like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;L: unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;I: great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;G: you never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;A: you like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;O: awesome kisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. need i say more? nyahaha! Kakaiba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES YOUR LAST NAME SAY ABOUT YOU?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: you like to drink.&lt;br /&gt;B: you like people.&lt;br /&gt;C: you are really silly.&lt;br /&gt;D: one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;E: great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;F: you are dead sexy.&lt;br /&gt;G: you never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;H: you have a very good personality,looks and a very good kisser.&lt;br /&gt;I: great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;J: people adore u.&lt;br /&gt;K: you're wild and crazy.&lt;br /&gt;L: unbelievably great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;M: great in bed.&lt;br /&gt;N: you like to drink a LOT.&lt;br /&gt;O: awesome kisser.&lt;br /&gt;P: you are popular with all types of people.&lt;br /&gt;Q: you are hypocrite.&lt;br /&gt;R: friggin' crazy.&lt;br /&gt;S: easy to fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;T: you're loyal to those you love&lt;br /&gt;U: you are really silly.&lt;br /&gt;V: you are not judgemental&lt;br /&gt;W: you are very broad minded.&lt;br /&gt;X: you never let people tell you what to do.&lt;br /&gt;Y: best boy/girl friend any one can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;Z: always ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-211646151582499457?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/211646151582499457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=211646151582499457' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/211646151582499457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/211646151582499457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2007/05/what-my-last-name-say-about-me.html' title='WHAT MY LAST NAME SAY ABOUT ME...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-2692466233817807017</id><published>2007-02-08T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T17:56:13.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Hurts...</title><content type='html'>1. Shielding your heart from loving somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Falling in love with someone you didn't mean to fall in love with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finding the perfect guy with only one problem. He doesn't love you the way you want him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Seeing the one you love crying for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Having to hear, "I've met someone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Him telling you he'll meet his ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The waiting also hurts like hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Being in love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Having a good time just by spending time with him but you don’t know if you’re really special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. He makes you feel special but he doesn’t say anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Being denied in front of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Trying to hide what you really feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Hearing lies where he'd been when actually, he was with a new friend or an old flame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Still loving that person too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Having no courage to say I LOVE YOU to the person you love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Letting go of the person you've just learned to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Hearing that you’re treated “special”…from his friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Holding back only to find out its too late, you both felt the same way, but were only scared to lose each other so much that you didn't let the feelings out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Finding out that the things will never be the same again -he no longer treat you with the same closeness as before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. He left you to return to his ex (d one he left 4 u!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Seeing the one you love court your friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Pretending you don't love the person whom you actually love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Giving up someone you never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Letting go even if you really don’t want to; having no right to say you are hurting because it was your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Having the thought of him being happier with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Trying to hide the tears that involuntarily fall from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Realizing how stupid your mistakes were that led to him leaving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Having the thought that this guy used to really love you and you loved him as well but you didn't give enough so he gave up on you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Agreeing to his wish to just be friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Trying to forget everything that happened and act like normal friends again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Him sharing with you his future plans for the girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. You stopped being friends because his gf asked him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Letting go, because every time you see the person, you only fall deeper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Reminiscing the good times you shared together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Pretending you're OK when inside you’re dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Lying in bed each night, thinking of that special person you can never have....again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Seeing the person you love hurt and not being able to help that person. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Pretending to be strong and recognizing your weaknesses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Love comes back when you’re ready to forget the person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Having to face the fact that someone is really capable of completely destroying the wall that you have set for yourself, leaving you weak and vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Being with the person you can't actually love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Controlling your feelings to avoid hurting a friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Taking the risk to fall in love again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Having the right love at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Hiding your relationship from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Sharing the one you love with somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Breaking someone's heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Fighting for that one thing that would make you happy; that is, holding on to a person who can not guarantee you his commitment unless he fix himself, then you are left hanging for a moment. You know that only time can tell but you still decided to hope in him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Believing that love exists after you've been hurt and admitting that you really love someone despite his imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Finding out that the more you try to hate him, the more you end up loving him, perhaps even more than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what hurts most is...&lt;br /&gt;Learning to forgive, learning to forget, learning to trust and learning to love again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-2692466233817807017?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/2692466233817807017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=2692466233817807017' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2692466233817807017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/2692466233817807017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-hurts.html' title='What Hurts...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-1287409656519902600</id><published>2007-01-11T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T03:04:09.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't need a man...</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red"&gt;"i don't need a man who will stay awake just to watch me sleeping&lt;br /&gt;i don't need a man who will hold my hand while we're walking&lt;br /&gt;i don't need a man who will cure the wound while i'm hurting&lt;br /&gt;i don't need a man who will touch my heart when it's aching&lt;br /&gt;i don't need a man who will hug me when it's raining&lt;br /&gt;i don't need a man who will wipe my tears when i'm crying&lt;br /&gt;i don't need man who will kiss me when i'm shouting&lt;br /&gt;i don't need a man...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it's not him."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-1287409656519902600?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1287409656519902600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=1287409656519902600' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1287409656519902600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1287409656519902600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-need-man_11.html' title='i don&apos;t need a man...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-4140319658430230487</id><published>2007-01-04T10:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T11:04:47.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JAM Packed: a New Year special?</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to write something about my experiences on my way to Batangas for the holidays, and on my way back to Manila and then to Clark. That's why the title is JAM packed. Well, for one, it includes the name of the bus and second, well.. the words say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haggard. Kakapagod. Andaming gago. Andaming kawawa. Sangkaterbang bagahe ng mga tao. Mga matandang binabalewala. Mga babae at buntis na hindi pinapaupo. I could go on and on and but I'll just end up criticizing 'men' in general. So wag na lang, though I'm happy to tell you na I've learned din naman na me mga gentleman pa sa mundo; me mga maginoo pa na hindi nakatiis at nag-offer ng seats nila for me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hemingways, that was what I was supposed to write or rather, rant about. That was before i received a call from a friend. And then, eto nga. We talked. About our lives. Other people's lives. And our loved ones' lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay... dati, New Year for me is nothing but a new year. Kainan, putukan, kasiyahan, and then konting New Year's resolution. Ngayon, i don't know, maybe i never did this before, maybe i nevr took it seriously, maybe i never had the time to reflect, or maybe i have never encountered sooooooooooooooo maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaany issues hindi lang sa buhay ko kundi sa buhay ng mga taong nakapaligid sa kin, but ngayon ko lang naramdaman ang pressure ng Bagong Taon... Ng Bagong Buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at what my life had been the previous year. Of course, there've been blessings brought by the sacrifices and the hard work and there's always a lesson learned for every mistake that i had (i hope so...), but there are still things that i need to fix and unfinished tasks that i need done. Foreseeing the year ahead, this will be a very tough one. Sa opisina. Sa mga Kabarkada. Sa mga Kaibigan. Sa mga Kakilala. Sa mga Kapuso. Sa mga Kapamilya! Andaming dapat ayusin. Andaming dapat isaalang-alang. Andaming dapat iwanan. Andaming dapat harapin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero obligasyon ko nga bang gawin ang lahat ng mga 'to? Me karapatan ba akong gawin ang mga bagay na yun? Pakikialam kaya yun? Panghihimasok? Panggugulo? o Pagtulong kaya 'yong matatawag?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko, hindi ko na naman alam ang sagot. Basta, what I do know is I have the best of intentions. Sana makatulong, pero kung me masasaktan, kung me masasaling, ipagdarasal ko na lang na mauunawaan nila. And I'll pray that God will be behind me and with me in all this... I'll pray that He'll be with all of us and our loved ones as we face all the challenges that this new year brings....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapusin ko na 'to. Basta, Isang Mapagbago at Masaganang Bagong Taon sa ating lahat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-4140319658430230487?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/4140319658430230487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=4140319658430230487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/4140319658430230487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/4140319658430230487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2007/01/jam-packed-new-year-special.html' title='JAM Packed: a New Year special?'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-1358646843811964545</id><published>2006-12-08T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T20:47:16.457+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taralets tara-taralets...</title><content type='html'>Me mga nami-miss ako ngayong ksama ko na si Clark. (Ano ba, erase erase erase!) ...ngayong andito na 'ko sa Clark. At feel ko lang isulat silang lahat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ang unan kong malambot -for some reason, di ko pa nahahakot ang mga unan ko and most likely di ko na sila makukuha ever... bibili na lang siguro ako ng bago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ang DVD marathons - me mga vcd at dvd nga ako, wala namang player. buti na lang me cable sa staff haws. di bale, to buy list ko na lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. ang internet shop na walang pangalan dun sa may kanto - anlayo ng internet shop dito. kailangan ko pang lumabas ng Clark! mag-iipon na lang ako para sa laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. ang mga manong tricycle drivers na pakialamero sa oras ng pag-uwi at pagpasok ko sa office. in fairness, i appreciate their concern. kaka-praning nga lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. ang pagsakay sa Fx at sa taxi. Wala nun dito. forever pa bago dumating ang mga jeep. buti na lang me mga to the rescue na shuttle at van ang SGS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. yung MRT, mami-miss ko din. Hindi ko mami-miss ang LRT1 at LRT2. Hindi naman kami close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. yung mga manang at manong na bulag sa may Quezon ave. Mami-miss ko yung mga kanta nila na nakakaaliw. Astig yung mga songs nila e. napapasabay ako lagi sa pagkanta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. ang grinbelt at glorietta. shocks, duty free at pure gold ang katapat nila dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. ang sm megamall, sm north, galeria, sta. lucia, shang ri la, puregold, robinson's - sm clark at sm san fernando lang ang choices ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hay, yung sleeping room sa EBP! Shocks, second home ko na yun e... errr, second rum pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. ang eBay, ang mga tao dun at ang station ko, lalo na yung computer ko- ang unlimited access ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ang masasarap na kainan at ang food trips. well, siguro naman marami din dito. di ko pa lang nae-explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. ang timezone! timezone buddies, sana hindi kayo busy pag bigla ako nag-aya jan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. starbucks! kailangan ko pa pumunta ng NLEX para lang makatikim ng caramel macchiato o vanilla frap. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. ang sleep overs. hehe.. well, siguro naman hindi nyo ko matatanggihan kapag wala na ko matutulugan jan sa manila di ba? di ba? di ba? (wink wink!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. ang shopping buddies ko (suzanne, ket and mich to be particular, hehe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. ang pagkanta at pagtugtog sa band. although mejo matagal na ko hindi sumasali, mami-miss ko pa din talaga yun. bakit kasi kailangang paapekto sa mga tao. oh well, dadalaw dalaw pa din naman ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. ang Unibersidad ng Pilipinaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaas! di ko na siya palagi makikita at madadalaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. ang mga gimik at videoke moments. kailangan ko na humanap ng partners in crime. on second thought, ang kailangan ko palang hanapin e yung magtitiyagang makinig sa mga kanta ko at hindi makiki agaw sa mic! hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. ang aking pamilya. naku. gudlak naman kasi from north to south ang byahe kaya siguro mas madalang na ko makakauwi. dadaanin ko na lang sa tawag. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. at syempre, ang mga friends. hindi man palagi nakikita kapag nakakasama naman e lubos ang ligaya. ung mga hindi ko na nakikita, nakakausap at nakakasama. di ko na siguro mami-miss. dysensitized na ko kaya wag kayong mag-alala di ko na kayo gagambalain siguro. i can forget you. haha.. me angas at poot ba? oh well, basta mami-miss ko yung mga taong mapalit sa puso ko at mga tunay na kaibigan. alam nyo kung sino kayo. :) as in sobra. mami-miss ko kayo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun. yun lang. e bakit nga ba tara-taralets ang title nito?&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. LSS. kinakanta kasi yan nung officemate ko na Bombay kanina. Kakahawa.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-1358646843811964545?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/1358646843811964545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=1358646843811964545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1358646843811964545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/1358646843811964545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/12/taralets-tara-taralets.html' title='taralets tara-taralets...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-116330245275127859</id><published>2006-11-12T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:21.992+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello Clark!</title><content type='html'>excited?&lt;br /&gt;haha! I guess I am.&lt;br /&gt;a new environment.&lt;br /&gt;new friends. &lt;br /&gt;new place.&lt;br /&gt;new work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new church perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;what about a new blog.. hmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything will be new in just a few days.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope everything will be fine&lt;br /&gt;and i won't screw it up.&lt;br /&gt;I will be stuck there for at least a year.&lt;br /&gt;yuh. I'm excited to meet Clark.&lt;br /&gt;whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-116330245275127859?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116330245275127859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=116330245275127859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/116330245275127859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/116330245275127859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-clark.html' title='hello Clark!'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-116205491644766225</id><published>2006-10-29T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:21.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please lang..</title><content type='html'>get over me, man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you can't,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just come back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're still welcome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-116205491644766225?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116205491644766225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=116205491644766225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/116205491644766225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/116205491644766225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/please-lang.html' title='please lang..'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-116016098051293114</id><published>2006-10-07T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:21.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adik!</title><content type='html'>Sumakay ako ng tricycle papuntang hi-way. I was on my way to work. As usual, baba sa kanto sabay bayad. Nagulat ako ng bigla akong kinausap ni manong driver:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ma'm kakauwi nyo lang kanina ah! Papasok na kayo uli&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagulantang ako. Adik si manong. Nakikialam?! So sabi ko, "&lt;em&gt;Ah, hindi po. Me pupuntahan lang." &lt;/em&gt;sabay talikod at lakad palayo. Parang feeling ko, ano ba yun?! Makialam daw ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakasakay ako agad ng fx. As usual, lumipad na naman ang utak ko habang nasa byahe. Tapos naisip ko, "&lt;em&gt;Bakit naman naisip ni manong na tanungin ako. Scary naman ang mga taong yun. Parang minamanmanan ang mga pasahero nila. Kasalanan ko ba kung kailangan ko na agad bumalik sa office? E me calibration kami e. I can't miss it kasi ako ang magpa-facilitate. And we can't postpone it kasi lagot sa mga big boss. Though I'm tired and want to rest it, I need to go to the office. It's work."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko pa, "&lt;em&gt;kanina nga out na ko dapat ng 6am but I stayed until 10am." &lt;/em&gt;Dami pa kasi reports na dapat tapusin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh.. wait. tama ba? OMG. 10am nga pala ako umalis ng office. And it's 3pm. And I'm on my way BACK to the office! (&lt;em&gt;Well, I had 2.5 hours sleep naman. And natulog naman ako kagabi sa office. mga 4 hours din yun.)&lt;/em&gt; Shet, natulog na naman ako sa sleeping room kagabi. &lt;em&gt;Antok na antok na kasi ako.&lt;/em&gt; Sabi ko 1 hr lang kaya lang tinamad na ko bumangon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay, calibration then I'll do the reports and then audits. &lt;em&gt;Shet, sana makauwi ako by lunch bukas. Tapos liligo lang ako at diretso na ko Batangas.&lt;/em&gt; Haynaku, baka naman pakialaman na naman ako nina manong tricycle driver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adik siguro yung mga yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shet. No. Ok fine. I get it. I need sleep. I need rest.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi sila ang adik. AKO!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-116016098051293114?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/116016098051293114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=116016098051293114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/116016098051293114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/116016098051293114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/10/adik.html' title='adik!'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-115788777608658400</id><published>2006-09-26T19:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:20.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty (by Billy Joel)</title><content type='html'>If you search for tenderness&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to find&lt;br /&gt;You can have the love you need to live&lt;br /&gt;But if you look for truthfulness&lt;br /&gt;You might just as well be blind&lt;br /&gt;It always seems to be so hard to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is such a lonely word&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so untrue&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is hardly ever heard&lt;br /&gt;And mostly what I need from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can always find someone&lt;br /&gt;To say they sympathize&lt;br /&gt;If I wear my heart out on my sleeve&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want some pretty face&lt;br /&gt;To tell me pretty lies&lt;br /&gt;All I want is someone to believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is such a lonely word&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so untrue&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is hardly ever heard&lt;br /&gt;And mostly what I need from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can find a lover&lt;br /&gt;I can find a friend&lt;br /&gt;I can have security&lt;br /&gt;Until the bitter end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can comfort me&lt;br /&gt;With promises again&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm deep inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Don't be too concerned&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask for nothin' while I'm gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I want sincerity&lt;br /&gt;Tell me where else can I turn&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the one that I depend upon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is such a lonely word&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is so untrue&lt;br /&gt;Honesty is hardly ever heard&lt;br /&gt;And mostly what I need from you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-115788777608658400?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://solosong.net/honesty.html' title='Honesty (by Billy Joel)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115788777608658400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=115788777608658400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115788777608658400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115788777608658400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/honesty-by-billy-joel.html' title='Honesty (by Billy Joel)'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-115816932164364284</id><published>2006-09-14T01:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:21.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala akong maisip na pamagat</title><content type='html'>Gosh, i miss this guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished reviewing some stuffs for an exam that i was supposed to take 3 hours ago. luckily or unluckily, we've got no news from our trainer (who is in India) if the exam will push thru. it did not. so there, i was no longer in the mood to work and i just decided to write something. but i was not in the mood to write. so i decided to read something... i don't know what's with me but my fingers just ended up typing his webbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i realized. there reeeeeally is too much that i still don't know of this person. i was amused and bemused and amazed at what i read and learned. some were funny, some were insightful, some were debatable, some were interesting, some were just nonsense but worth reading anyways. hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i thought to myself. why am i not writing stuffs like these? oh, yeah.. i do. diaries, haha. maybe i just don't have the courage to let anyone see thru the very me. the psychotic me. hehe again. haayy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i laughed! yes, and gosh i can't remember the last time i laughed that hard. the entries were just so funny that i was actually teary eyed when one of my officemates approached me to ask something. he then asked me why i was crying and thought i had a problem or something. sheesh, i have lots but i've realized that crying won't change a thing. wait, i think my tear ducts are just so used up they're no longer capable of producing tears during moments like that so it decided to be dormant. i can get teary eyed but just that. signs of eruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where was i? oh yeah, i said i miss this guy. reading his stuffs just make me remember the old times. those days when we'll just sit and chat and talk about all things until forever. we'll laugh about how stupid we've been at some point in our lives, and laugh at other people as well. i miss the good laughs. the good conversation. beautiful and funny stories. debates. or just the thought of hanging around doing nothing. we haven't been in touch for quite some time now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuh. i miss my friend in him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(hmmm, in case you're reading this, i'm not galit. tampo lang.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-115816932164364284?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115816932164364284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=115816932164364284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115816932164364284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115816932164364284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/09/wala-akong-maisip-na-pamagat.html' title='wala akong maisip na pamagat'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-115786813845731010</id><published>2006-09-10T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:20.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24oras</title><content type='html'>&lt;Font size="4" face="Tempus sans" color=blue&gt;work. colds. reports. call. appraisal. yehey! chicken joy. bus. home. pringles. eat bulaga. shower. taxi. traffic. late. sorry. :) shock value. climb every mountain... yellow cab. pi. voleyball. rain. flood. oh no! wtf. stranded. waters everywhere. ewwwww! wet. stranded. double cheeseburger. fries. snooze. saved! snooze. shell. home?! shower. blower. snooze. good monin' kiddo. crown. nuggets. mrt. work. colds...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-115786813845731010?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115786813845731010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=115786813845731010' title='0 Comments'/><link 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reports. audits. reports.reports. audits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but here i am, staring at my monitor---blank. well, now writing-- writing nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers are numb with coldness. i'm freezing because of the f****ing vent above me. i can't do audits as my mind lingers somewhere else every time i try to concentrate. mindless reading. i've been reading the same email for 4x now and haven't got any clue on what the customer nor the agent is talking about. been on the same excel page for three days now. can't finish this d*** report that was due 3 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my teeth ache. my throat's sore. i feel sleepy due to lack of enough sleep. i just ate but i want to eat something. i don't know what. maybe later i can figure it out. one of my HS friends just texted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"falling in love is like looking at the stars. if you pick one out of the billions and stare at it long enough, all the others just melt away..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so? the hell i care. well, yeah... i care. arrrgh. let me go back to reality. i'm in the office. i need to finish my tasks. hah! geez.. fine. now signing off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-115702766556377294?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115702766556377294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=115702766556377294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115702766556377294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115702766556377294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/gibberish.html' title='gibberish'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-115658426376383508</id><published>2006-08-26T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:20.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lamon</title><content type='html'>Dati, kapag nalulungkot ako bumibili lang ako ng chocolate o kaya ice cream. kung gaano kadami, depende kung gaano ka-depressed at kung magkano ang budget. minsan tama na yung cloud 9 o big bang tapos naging chooey choco. pag ice ream, pinakamalaki na ung pint size.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos naging sosyal ako. nag-feeling lang. naging toblerone, cadburry , etc. minsan, yung giant toblerone. inuubos ko lahat yun. minsan lang ako mamigay. tapos na-adik ako sa cake. particularly brazo ni mercedes. syempre dahil madami yun masyado, di ko mauubos. kaya naging mas generous ako. kulang na lang mag-rejoice ang mga houe mates ko pag depressed ako. kaw ba naman ang malibre ng wala namang okasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro naging mas kumplikado yung mga nagiging problema ko nung magtagal. kasi, natuto na akong uminom ng unimom. basta me hindi magandang nangyari, maliit o malaking bagay man yan, inom! kaya lang, magastos. kasi andami ko naiinom. hindi kasi ako agad nalalasing. buti na lang at me mga taong magaling magtimpla ng toma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon, mejo mabait na ako. tsaka wala nako panahon uminom. wala na ko halos social life. kata eto, ang napapag diskitahan ko, pagkain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe. lamon ng lamon. lamon sa bahay. lamon sa byahe. lamon sa opisina. lamon pag break. lamon pag lunch break. lamon kahit hindi break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina lang, pagkagiising ko, nag pancit canton ako. tapos, me pandesal kasi sa bahay so nagbukas ako ng liver spread at kumain. nanood lang ako konti ng "house" tapos umalis na ko. pagdating ko sa office, nagugutom na naman ako. sabagay, breakfast ko yun. kailangan ko na mag-lunch. kumain ako. ng pesto. na me kasamang beef steak. na me kasamang burger. wala nang softdrinks. tubig lang. at naubos ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how is that? napi-feel ko pa, after lang ng mga ilang oras, magdi-dinner ako. no! di na pwede. yan lagi ang sinasabi ko. hanggang salita lang. di ko na madisiplina ang sarili ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ng officemate ko, overworked daw kasi ako. i should relax some times. "coz if not, the next thing you'll know, you're bloated!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whew! scary. but i don't know how to relax. coz as far as i know, kumakain ako to relax. at nagta-trabaho ako to break away from some other things. like depression?! i don't know. basta. haay,   walanang patutunguhan 'to. i'm saying nonsense na. basta, anag point ko... ayaw ko nang lumamon pero lamon pa rin ako lamon! (disorder na kaya 'to?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-115658426376383508?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115658426376383508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=115658426376383508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115658426376383508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115658426376383508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/lamon.html' title='lamon'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-115606393938619714</id><published>2006-08-20T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:19.871+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chill Attack</title><content type='html'>may pabugso-bugsong pananakit ng puso&lt;br /&gt;at paninikip ng damdamin&lt;br /&gt;nakatitig sa kawalan&lt;br /&gt;hindi makausap, bigla-biglang umiiyak&lt;br /&gt;nanlalamig, giniginaw&lt;br /&gt;may panaka-nakang paninigas ng kalamnan&lt;br /&gt;kinikilabutan, pinagpapawisan&lt;br /&gt;may pangangaligkig&lt;br /&gt;na tumatagal ng 3 hanggang 10 minuto&lt;br /&gt;mawawala lamang pagpanaw ng ulirat.&lt;br /&gt;Chill Attack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-115606393938619714?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115606393938619714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=115606393938619714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115606393938619714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115606393938619714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/chill-attack.html' title='Chill Attack'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-115503850453737971</id><published>2006-08-08T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:19.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Electron Bioman</title><content type='html'>Just had a mega-petix time with my boss. Reminiscing our childhood, we surf thru the net (haha!) and had some laughs with what we've got about Shaider and Bioman! Shaider kasi yung ring tone sa phone nya and we've all had LSS. Ayun, we ended up looking for more info about our childhood heroes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the first batch of what we've got. Just want to share it with you guys. Have some fun and watch out for more! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHODENSHI BIOMAN is Toei's 1984 entry to the Super Sentai series.  Super Sentai is a subgenre of the "henshin hero" (transforming hero) genre of Japanese science fiction.  This genre started with 1975's Himitsu Sentai Goranger (Secret Task Force Five Rangers) and involved five heroes with different colored costumes fighting a monster-of-the-week.  Since 1979's Bttle Fever J, the series has also been associated with giant robots, usually formed from different components piloted by the sentai heroes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bioman has five members, as is common with Japanese "sentai" teams.  These members are Red One, the leader, Green Two, Blue Three, Yellow Four and Pink Five.  There have actually been two Yellow Fours.  The first one, Mika Koizumi, died in episode 10.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHO-DENSHI BIOMAN (opening song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kimi no kokoro ni shirushi wa aru ka? &lt;br /&gt;Tatakau tame ni erabareta &lt;br /&gt;Sorujaa Sorujaa Baioman &lt;br /&gt;Osorete ite wa dame da to &lt;br /&gt;Kokoro ni dare ka no messeeji &lt;br /&gt;Uchuu no aoi emerarudo &lt;br /&gt;Chikyuu ni aku no te ga nobiru &lt;br /&gt;Ba tto Baio Kurasshu Auto! &lt;br /&gt;Itsutsu no ai ga yobiatte &lt;br /&gt;Ba tto Baio Kurasshu Auto! &lt;br /&gt;Aku wo saegiru kabe ni nare &lt;br /&gt;Chou-Denshi Baioman &lt;br /&gt;Kimi no kokoro ni yuuki wa aru ka? &lt;br /&gt;Jikan wo koete erabareta &lt;br /&gt;Sorujaa Sorujaa Baioman &lt;br /&gt;Kurushii toki wa ima da to &lt;br /&gt;Fushigi na chikara ga wakiagaru &lt;br /&gt;Kodoku no ame ni utarete mo &lt;br /&gt;Hitomi wa asu wo mite 'ru no sa &lt;br /&gt;Ba tto Baio Kurasshu Atakku! &lt;br /&gt;Itsutsu no chikara kasanareba &lt;br /&gt;Ba tto Baio Kurasshu Atakku! &lt;br /&gt;Tatakai no honoo wa moeagaru &lt;br /&gt;Chou-Denshi Baioman &lt;br /&gt;Ba tto Baio Kurasshu Auto! &lt;br /&gt;Itsutsu no ai ga yobiatte &lt;br /&gt;Ba tto Baio Kurasshu Auto! &lt;br /&gt;Aku wo horobiru kaze ni nare &lt;br /&gt;Chou-Denshi Baioman &lt;br /&gt;Chou-Denshi Baioman&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. i'll add some more when i have the luxury of time again! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-115503850453737971?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115503850453737971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=115503850453737971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115503850453737971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115503850453737971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/08/super-electron-bioman.html' title='Super Electron Bioman'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-115372841767543617</id><published>2006-07-24T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:19.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spare me this..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;Font size="5" face="Chiller" color=green&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;Font size="3" face="Chiller" color=red&gt;if there's anything that's going on, please let me know...&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be a fool anymore&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna feel so stupid again&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna lose my insanity...&lt;br /&gt;so SPARE ME, PLEASE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;Font size="5" face="Chiller" color=green&gt;"&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-115372841767543617?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/115372841767543617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=115372841767543617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115372841767543617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/115372841767543617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/07/spare-me-this.html' title='Spare me this..'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114931731136330607</id><published>2006-06-03T14:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:19.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag-ulan sa Tag-araw</title><content type='html'>TAG-ULAN &lt;br /&gt;After Image &lt;br /&gt;(Wency Cornejo III) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Minsan ika'y nag-iisa walang makasama &lt;br /&gt;Di malaman sa'n tutungo &lt;br /&gt;Naghahanap, nag-iisip kung saan babaling &lt;br /&gt;Dito sa mundong mapaglaro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tuwing ika'y nalulumbay 'di makakita &lt;br /&gt;Nais mo ay may makasama &lt;br /&gt;Sa 'yong lungkot akala mo ika'y nag-iisa &lt;br /&gt;Narito ako't kapiling ka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nais mo ika'y lumuha &lt;br /&gt;Ako'y makikinig sa bawat salita &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag umuulan bumubuhos ang langit sa yong mga mata &lt;br /&gt;Kapag mayroong unos ay aagos ang luha &lt;br /&gt;Nguni't di ka mag-iisa, kaibigan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayrami ng mga tanong sa 'yong isipan &lt;br /&gt;Nais mo lamang ay malaman &lt;br /&gt;Bakit nagkaganoon ang nangyari sa 'yong buhay &lt;br /&gt;Tanong mo man sa 'ki'y 'di ko alam &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handa akong maging tanggulan &lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwing sasapit sa 'yo ang tag-ulan, oooh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag umuulan bumubuhos ang langit sa yong mga mata &lt;br /&gt;Kapag mayroong unos ay aagos ang luha &lt;br /&gt;Nguni't di ka mag-iisa, kaibigan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y naririto, naghihintay lamang sa 'yo &lt;br /&gt;Tumawag ka't ako ay tatakbo sa piling mo &lt;br /&gt;Kaibigan... kaibigan... kaibigan... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag umuulan bumubuhos ang langit sa yong mga mata &lt;br /&gt;Kapag mayroong unos ay aagos ang luha &lt;br /&gt;Nguni't di ka mag-iisa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaibigan... kaibigan... kaibigan... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;=-=--=-=&lt;br /&gt;Pinatugtog na naman ng boss ko ang kantang 'to. Natameme naman ako.. Naalala na naman kita. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos naalala ko yung time na umiiyak ka.. Iyak ka lang ng iyak. Ako naman, hindi alam kung ano ang gagawin o sasabihin.. tapos ang lakas-lakas ng ulan. Tumutugtog pa sa radyo ang kantang 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumusta ka na nga ba? Sana ok ka. Alagaan mo sarili mo ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang kahapon lang, ang tindi ng sikat ng araw, tapos biglang umulan. Malakas na malakas, parang bagyo.. Haaay, kelan kaya ulit sisikat ang araw?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114931731136330607?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114931731136330607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114931731136330607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114931731136330607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114931731136330607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/06/tag-ulan-sa-tag-araw.html' title='Tag-ulan sa Tag-araw'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114751572970883495</id><published>2006-05-13T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:18.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weeeeeeeee!!!! </title><content type='html'>&lt;Font size="4" face="Comic Sans" color=yellow&gt;I'm so happy! Just got promoted!&lt;br /&gt;Di na ako agent! :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114751572970883495?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114751572970883495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114751572970883495' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114751572970883495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114751572970883495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/05/weeeeeeeee.html' title='&lt;Font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans&quot;&gt;Weeeeeeeee!!!! &lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114663197913152278</id><published>2006-05-03T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:18.338+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rightfully wrong, wrongfully right.. i guess</title><content type='html'>did i appear too judgmental&lt;br /&gt;judging you on what you are &lt;br /&gt;(or what you think i think you are)?&lt;br /&gt;did i project myself as self-righteous&lt;br /&gt;as if i have no fault?&lt;br /&gt;hm, i did not intend to, believe me. &lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna be like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you feel like i've said enough&lt;br /&gt;and you no longer want to listen?&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i did. &lt;br /&gt;was I too harsh? too mean?&lt;br /&gt;ok, maybe i was.&lt;br /&gt;but believe me, i was just worried about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind my own business?&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could.&lt;br /&gt;but i care too much not to care..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114663197913152278?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114663197913152278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114663197913152278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114663197913152278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114663197913152278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/05/rightfully-wrong-wrongfully-right-i.html' title='rightfully wrong, wrongfully right.. i guess'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114467527961360352</id><published>2006-04-10T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:18.115+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kumusta naman ang mahold-up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;Font face="Comic Sans"&gt;Yuh, I know..medyo lumang balita na ‘to. Pero kebs ko. Me hang-over pa ‘ko. I need to blog this so kung alam mo na yung story at ayaw mo nang magbasa, keri lang sa akin.. (me poot?) hehe.. Hindi pa rin ako nakaka-get over after 1 whole week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yun nga, sa mga hindi pa nakakaalam, nahold-up kami. Oo! Nahold-up kami. That was last Sunday after Vesper. Napagkasunduan naming manood ng Ice Age2 kaya sumakay kami ng SM Morth na jeep from CRL. Ayaw pa ni manong kasi hanggang Philcoa lang daw siya pero pinilit namin kasi 10 kami. Pumayag naman sya. So sakay, bayad, tsika-tsika. I was actually busy chatting with Ishy nung me pumara sa may San Vicente. Tapos me bumitin sa may likod. Narinig ko na lang sabi ni manong driver, “Pasok kayo sa loob.” Tapos me sumakay sa harap at sinabing “Hindi na, mabilis lang ‘to!” So dedma, tsika-tsika, blah blah, halo-halo, bola-bola..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagulat na lang ako nung biglang maingay na and then I saw the one in front holding a gun and shouting “Yung mga phones, wallet! Bilis! Pagbabarilin ko kayo. Ano? bilisan nyo, yung mga phones! Wallet!” (something like that..) And then it was chaos. Lumilipad yung mga phones, wallets, pinapasa-pasa. May 3310, may k750i, etc. Parang I wanted to disappear..” Lord, totoo ba ‘to? Can I just teleport to sumwer else?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagpaka-invisible ako. Nakikita ko lang si Suzanne nakasiksik kay Mon. Si Ishy, kinukuhanan ni manong ng something. Si Ian at si Milky parang nagtatalo. In-slide ko yung wallet ko sa likod ko. Tapos sabi ni manong na may baril kay manong driver, dire-diretso lang daw. Wag daw titigil pagbaba nila (nangongolekta pa din sila..) so pasimple kong inihagis yung pouch ko na may phone sa ilalim ng upuan. Sobrang di ako gumagalaw, but I can see the .38 gun, tinitigan ko. Totoo, hindi fake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos ang napakahabang isa o dalawang minuto (mahaba din ang post na ‘to, fyi.. ), bumaba ng jeep ang mga holdapers. Windang kaming lahat, ayaw pa naming mag-comment kasi baka me Kasabwat pa sa jeep. Tapos tumigil si manong driver sa mini police post sa may overpass sa philcoa. Nagulat na lang kami nang biglang sumakay sina manong pulis. Babalikan daw namin yung mga hold-uppers! Hwwaaat?! Seryoso ba sila? E sabi nung mga nang hold-up dire-diretso lang. E kung andun pa yung mga yun tapos pagbabarilin kami!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic mode. Bumaba kami lahat ng jeep. Nag-iinsist pa sina manong na sumama daw sina Ian para ma-identify yung mga yun. Kasama daw naman sila. Duh! I didn’t believe in their capabilities.. “No, Ian. Don’t go. Stay!” Mahirap na.. Ayun, pagbalik ng 2 pulis at ni manong driver, wala na daw tao dun. Sumakay daw ng jeep pa-fairview! How the *&amp;^% did they know? Owel, nag-file tsu-tsu pa din yung mga nawalan. Ang dami palang bloopers habang nagkaka-holdapan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Bobbie ang nasa pinakadulo sa side ng driver. Sa kanya nakatutok ang ice pick so nakuha ang phone nya (at wallet ba?). Next is Kuya Leo, kinakapaan pa dw sya. Gudbye wallet. Then si Ket. Medyo nag-forward si Kuya Leo para di siya makita pero napansin pa din. Binigay niya yung K300. At least, hindi yung bago niyang phone! Me couple sa tabi ni Ket. Yun ata yung nagbigay ng k750i. Then yung girl na may malaking bag, nag-abot din ng phone. Thanks to her bag, natakpaan ako from view. Nasa likod ako ni manong driver. Walang nakuha sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Katapat ko si Ishy. Siya yung binabatukan nung nasa front. Kinuha ang wallet at phone. Tapos si Mon, walang binigay. Si Suzanne, nung nakita daw niya na napapag-initan si Ishy, naghanap ng pwedeng ibigay. Yung bible? Hmm.. as in pinag-isipan pa daw talaga niya. Buti na lang, di niya binigay. Baka nabaril na kami lahat. Finally, iniabot niya yung coin purse. Buti hindi binuksan yun. Nailcutter pala ang laman! haha.. Si Milky, binigay ang phone. Nung kinukuha na yung wallet niya, gusto pa umapila. Kunin dw muna niya yung id. Kaya pala sila nagtatalo ni Ian! Eventually, di din niya kinuha. Nagte-text si Ian nung sumakay yung mga manong. Nagulat na lang siya kasi umingay tapos kumapit si Milky sa kanya. Tinago nya yung phone sa ilalim ng hita sabay hugot sa old nokia. Yun yung binigay niya. Nung kinuhanan ulit, binigay na din nya yung wallet. Hay, bye-bye old wallet and memories, hehe. Si Andres, nagbigay ata ng money. Yung 2 dun sa dulo, kinuhanan din ng wallet at phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yung isang manong sa front, nakuha daw yung phone. Yung safeguard nya sa bulsa, hindi pinagnasaan. Kay manong driver ata, alang kinuha.. pero putlang-putla! Sabi nina manong safeguard at ni Ian, feel daw sana nilang manlaban. Ang kaso mo, kawawa yung mga nasa dulo kasi baka masaksak ng kutsilyo at ice pick. At yung baril daw pala, sa amin ni Manong driver nakatutok. Akalain mo, wala akong kaalam-alam! Kung nagkataon pala at nagkagulo, bakanasa langit na ako! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oo! Mahaba pa ‘to! :&gt; ) Walang kwenta ang report kasi hindi naman na-describe yung mga hold-uppers. Ala sila dun profile ng mga wanted. Kailangan pa naming pumunta ng Anonas! Neknek nila. Kebs na lang. Manonood pa kami ng Ice Age2! Joke joke joke.. syempre hindi na. Wala na kaming powers para dun. So proceed na lang kami sa Jollibee para lumafang. Yung iba, umuwi na. Wel, pagdating jbee, ala pala kami lahat gana. Sinong gaganahan kumain nu’n?! Nagpilit lang kami kumain kasi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Shock + Starvation = Mental Hospital J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, umuwi na kami pagkatapos. Text text at tawag tawag sa mga loved ones. Sobrang pasalamat kay Lord kasi, at least material things lang yung nawala sa kanila. Walang nasaktan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After effect: Sobrang praning na kami sa pagko-commute! Parang kahapon lang, feeling nina Suzanne at Kuya Leo e kasakay namin ulit yung holdaper. Bumaba kami ng jeep, ano pa nga ba? Hay, basta, praning pa din talaga ako. Lalo pa't isa sa mga friends ko sa cvg e nahold-up din last Sunday. FX naman. Tapos nung sunday din, me taga-infonxx daw na binaril sa taxi. Hinoldap din. Ano buzz.. Nakaktakot na sa earth.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero lessons learned: Wag magte-text o gagamit ng phone sa jip/puv or sa public and open areas. Keep your valuables safe. Be alert kapag may kahina-hinalang nilalang sa paligid. Be discreet kapag may holdapan, huwag magpapansin. Kung kukuhanan ka, magbigay agad. And most of all, PRAY! Don’t forget to call on Him always. And for every blessing, learn to be thankful to Him. He is faithful and he is always there for us.. always willing to save us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay, kung natapos mo'tong basahin, ang tyaga mo! congrats! at salamat sa pagbabasa. Sana me natutunan ka.:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114467527961360352?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114467527961360352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114467527961360352' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114467527961360352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114467527961360352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/04/kumusta-naman-ang-mahold-up.html' title='&lt;Font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans&quot;&gt;Kumusta naman ang mahold-up?&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114346683136546316</id><published>2006-03-27T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:17.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;Font size="3" face="Tempus Sans" color=pink&gt;Haha!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font size="3" face="Tempus Sans" color=orange&gt;a glance&lt;br /&gt;a smile&lt;br /&gt;a nod..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font size="3" face="Tempus Sans" color=pink&gt;makes me smile a bit&lt;br /&gt;and blush..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font size="3" face="Tempus Sans"color=green&gt;a word&lt;br /&gt;a laugh..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font size="3" face="Tempus Sans" color=red&gt;once, twice, how many times?&lt;br /&gt;everyday!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;Font size="3" face="Tempus Sans" color=yellow&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;such an Angel.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114346683136546316?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114346683136546316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114346683136546316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114346683136546316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114346683136546316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/03/computer-angel.html' title='&lt;Font size=&quot;4&quot; face=&quot;Tempus Sans&quot;&gt;Computer Angel&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114234626220194695</id><published>2006-03-14T22:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:17.628+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hide 'n Sick</title><content type='html'>gentleness. kindheartedness. godliness.&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truthfulness. honesty. trustworthiness.&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bravery. individuality. maturity.&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;principles. morale. character.&lt;br /&gt;where are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where are you hiding?&lt;br /&gt;what keeps you so long?&lt;br /&gt;please reveal yourself now-&lt;br /&gt;He is still waiting..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114234626220194695?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114234626220194695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114234626220194695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114234626220194695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114234626220194695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/03/hide-n-sick.html' title='Hide &apos;n Sick'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114174717254773406</id><published>2006-03-08T01:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:16.958+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well well well...</title><content type='html'>These past few months, i've been quite let say, unwell. I've been struggling over some things that are way too much for my own strength. Been so devastated, broken, torn into pieces, confused, bothered, worried, angry, hurt,  yeah.. sooooo UNWELL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though God was leading me on the right path, i was so stubborn to listen. So full of pride that i thought i could make everything right and that i don't need anybody to help me, even Him. His words were everywhere. He used so many people to make me realize the wrong doings that i had. And yet, i was still so conceited to obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then BAM! Another pounding, and so i said. "Ok, Lord. I'll do it." But no, i broke my promise. Once, twice, thrice.. too many times. The flesh was ruling over me. The sinful nature was too strong, the Spirit became too weak. So once again, another hit, another slap, smash, BAM! BOG! BLAG! TOINK! Haay, why did i allow myself to undergo a lot of pounding before giving in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, i know what to do. And I have started it. I'm letting go of my idols in life. May the Lord just be with me always in this very difficult task. Godhelp.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114174717254773406?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114174717254773406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114174717254773406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114174717254773406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114174717254773406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/03/well-well-well.html' title='well well well...'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114174726203202026</id><published>2006-03-07T13:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:17.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll be well soon</title><content type='html'>But I'm not crazy, I'm just a little unwell&lt;br /&gt;I know right now you can't tell&lt;br /&gt;But stay awhile and maybe then you'll see&lt;br /&gt;A different side of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy, I'm just a little impaired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I know right now you don't care&lt;br /&gt;But soon enough you're gonna think of me&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to be...me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114174726203202026?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114174726203202026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114174726203202026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114174726203202026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114174726203202026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/03/ill-be-well-soon.html' title='i&apos;ll be well soon'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114120417972049889</id><published>2006-03-01T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:16.688+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa kabila ng bundok..</title><content type='html'>Ka Ibigan,&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Ilang buwan na din simula nang una kong narinig. Namumundok ka din pala tulad nila. Noong una, ayaw ko pang maniwala. Pero siguro nga.. siguro nga kaya ka palaging lambot at palaging hapo tuwing magkasama tayo. Kakapagod nga kasi ang ginagawa mo. Sangkaterbang lakas at enerhiya ang siguradong ginugugol mo. Kai-kainamang taguan at pakikipagsapalaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit naman kasi naisipan mo pa 'yang gawin? Gusto kong maging masaya para sa 'yo (sapagkat sa kandungan ng bundok na pinagkukublian mo, batid kong pag-ibig ang nakamtan mo).. pero hindi ko magawa. Napapabuntong-hininga na lang ako tuwing naiisip kita. Masaya nga siguro diyan, subalit sana hindi ka maanod at malunod sa rumaragasang lagaslas ng batis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw kitang husgahan subalit sa mata ng Diyos at sa mata ng lipunan.. ewan! hindi ko na din ata alam. Basta, basta.. mag-iingat ka. Dalangin ko na lang na malalampasan mo ang madadawag na landasin. Sana'y dumating din ang panahon na hindi mo na kailangan pang maglihim. Sana din ay tumatawag ka pa din sa Kanya, siya na totoong pinagmumulan ng lakas, kaligayahan at pag-ibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Kung nagkasala man ako sa iyo at nabigo kita sa kung ano mang paraan, patawarin mo ako. Asahan mong pagmamahal pa din ang nasa puso ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumasaiyo, &lt;br /&gt;kaibigan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114120417972049889?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114120417972049889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114120417972049889' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114120417972049889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114120417972049889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/03/sa-kabila-ng-bundok.html' title='sa kabila ng bundok..'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114070750920781495</id><published>2006-02-24T06:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:16.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live and let live</title><content type='html'>the mind was begging to let go but the heart just couldn't do..&lt;br /&gt;trying, but not really willing.&lt;br /&gt;the battle has begun but every single moment of fighting&lt;br /&gt;was A to the nth power for a-ffort&lt;br /&gt;consuming every microscopic particle.&lt;br /&gt;and then, the dangerous mind was flying, &lt;br /&gt;downloading information unacceptable to the human heart..&lt;br /&gt;burdensome to the soul. &lt;br /&gt;brain cells were dying and&lt;br /&gt;the body became too frail for combat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, revenge of the flesh is surfacing&lt;br /&gt;and the forgiving soul is weak.&lt;br /&gt;God help the soldier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114070750920781495?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114070750920781495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114070750920781495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114070750920781495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114070750920781495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/02/live-and-let-live.html' title='live and let live'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114033022297533045</id><published>2006-02-21T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:16.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alipin (by Shamrock)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(disclaimer ulit: di ko na 'to feel i-post, honestly. pero dahil na-promise ko na kay ket at nasa drafts ko na din, sige na nga. well, fyi lang, para din pala 'to kina Jiang Geum at Kapitan Min ng Jewel in the Palace! :D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko man maamin&lt;br /&gt;ikaw ay mahalaga s akin&lt;br /&gt;di ko man maisip&lt;br /&gt;sa pagtulog ikaw ang panaginip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malabo man ang aking pgiisip&lt;br /&gt;sana'y pakinggan mo&lt;br /&gt;ang sigaw nitong damdamin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;ako'y alipin mo kahit hindi batid&lt;br /&gt;aaminin ko minsan ako'y manhid&lt;br /&gt;sana ay iyong naririnig&lt;br /&gt;sa 'yong yakap ako'y nasasabik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko sa iba&lt;br /&gt;sa yo ako ay hindi magsasawa&lt;br /&gt;ano man ang yong sabihin&lt;br /&gt;umasa ka ito ay diringgin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madalas man na parang&lt;br /&gt;aso at pusa giliw&lt;br /&gt;sa piling mo ako ay masaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako'y alipin mo kahit hindi batid&lt;br /&gt;aaminin ko minsan ako'y manhid&lt;br /&gt;sana ay iyong naririnig&lt;br /&gt;sa 'yong yakap ako'y nasasabik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pilit mang abutin ang mga tala&lt;br /&gt;basta sa akin wag kang mawawala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako'y alipin mo kahit hindi batid&lt;br /&gt;aaminin ko minsan ako'y manhid&lt;br /&gt;sana ay iyong naririnig&lt;br /&gt;sa 'yong yakap ako'y nasasabik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkat ikaw lang ang nais makatabi&lt;br /&gt;malamig man o mainit ang gabi&lt;br /&gt;nais ko sanang iparating&lt;br /&gt;na ikaw lamang ang aking iibigin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114033022297533045?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114033022297533045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114033022297533045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114033022297533045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114033022297533045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/02/alipin-by-shamrock.html' title='Alipin (by Shamrock)'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-114032964685965154</id><published>2006-02-19T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:15.944+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Akin Ka na Lang (Itchyworms)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wag kang maniwala d'yan, 'di ka n'ya mahal talaga&lt;br /&gt;Sayang lang ang buhay mo kung mapupunta ka lang sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Iiwanan ka lang n'yan, mag-ingat ka&lt;br /&gt;Dagdag ka lamang sa milyun-milyong lalake n'ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 1&lt;br /&gt;Akin ka na lang (akin ka na lang)&lt;br /&gt;Iingatan ko ang puso mo&lt;br /&gt;Akin ka na lang (akin ka na lang)&lt;br /&gt;At wala nang hihigit pa sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Di naman ako bolero katulad ng ibang tao&lt;br /&gt;Ang totoo'y 'pag nand'yan ka, medyo nabubulol pa nga ako&lt;br /&gt;Malangis lang ang dila n'ya, 'wag kang madala&lt;br /&gt;Dahan-dahan ka lang, baka pati ika'y mabiktima (huwag naman sana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat CHORUS 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE&lt;br /&gt;'Di naman sa sinisiraan ko ang pangit na 'yan&lt;br /&gt;Huwag ka dapat sa 'kin magduda, hinding-hindi kita pababayaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat CHORUS 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 2&lt;br /&gt;Akin ka na lang (akin ka na lang)&lt;br /&gt;Liligaya ka sa pag-ibig ko&lt;br /&gt;Akin ka na lang (akin ka na lang)&lt;br /&gt;At wala nang hihigit pa sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala nang hihigit pa sa 'yo (akin ka na lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: Requested by Ket ang song na ito.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-114032964685965154?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/114032964685965154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=114032964685965154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114032964685965154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/114032964685965154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/02/akin-ka-na-lang-itchyworms.html' title='Akin Ka na Lang (Itchyworms)'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113979376184885169</id><published>2006-02-13T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:15.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nandito Ako (Lea Salonga / Ogie Alcasid)</title><content type='html'>(inspired by &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sad Love Song,&lt;/span&gt; a Koreanovela sa GMA7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayroon akong nais malaman&lt;br /&gt;Maaari bang magtanong?&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo bang matagal na kitang iniibig?&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na `kong naghihintay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nguni't mayroon kang ibang minamahal&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya't ako'y `di mo napapansin&lt;br /&gt;Nguni't ganoon pa man nais kong malaman mo&lt;br /&gt;Ang puso kong ito'y para lang sa `yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandito ako umiibig sa `yo&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na nagdurugo ang puso&lt;br /&gt;Kung sakaling iwanan ka niya huwag kang&lt;br /&gt;mag-alala may nagmamahal sa `yo nandito ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako ay iyong iibigin&lt;br /&gt;`Di kailangan ang mangamba&lt;br /&gt;Pagka't ako ay para mong alipin&lt;br /&gt;Sa `yo lang wala nang iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nguni't mayroon kang ibang minamahal&lt;br /&gt;Kung kaya't ako'y `di mo napapansin&lt;br /&gt;Nguni't ganoon pa man nais kong malaman mo&lt;br /&gt;Ang puso kong ito'y para lang sa `yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandito ako umiibig sa `yo&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na nagdurugo ang puso&lt;br /&gt;Kung sakaling iwanan ka niya huwag kang&lt;br /&gt;mag-alala may nagmamahal sa `yo nandito ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandito ako umiibig sa `yo&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na nagdurugo ang puso&lt;br /&gt;Kung sakaling iwanan ka niya huwag kang&lt;br /&gt;mag-alala may nagmamahal sa `yo nandito ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nandito ako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Para kina Ian at Ket, ito na ang tamang lyrics ng ating LSS nung Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Para naman kay manong taxi driver na nabingi sa kakakanta namin ng mga maling lyrics, pasensya na po. Bakit kasi wala kang sounds sa taxi mo..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113979376184885169?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113979376184885169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113979376184885169' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113979376184885169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113979376184885169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/02/nandito-ako-lea-salonga-ogie-alcasid.html' title='Nandito Ako (Lea Salonga / Ogie Alcasid)'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113679705062665674</id><published>2006-02-09T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:14.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speechless</title><content type='html'>Sabi sa Sky High:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To let true love unspoken &lt;br /&gt;is the quickest way to a rotten heart.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi dati ni Kg,&lt;br /&gt;"you can hide the pain that you feel and make others believe that you can move on but you can never deny the fact to yourself that the person who has failed and hurt you is still the same person you'll always choose to love.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi naman nung isa kong friend:&lt;br /&gt;"Curiosity kills the cat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nuninuninu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An interviewer asked me the other day:&lt;br /&gt;"If i am blind, how would you describe the color PINK to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naman! PINK pa. i preferred to say nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talaga nga naman ang life. silent type na nga ako, speechless pa lagi..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113679705062665674?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113679705062665674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113679705062665674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113679705062665674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113679705062665674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/02/speechless.html' title='speechless'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113869869546674926</id><published>2006-01-31T22:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:15.499+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pink or blue</title><content type='html'>i saw you&lt;br /&gt;no longer blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(is not my favorite color)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blue.pink.blue.pink.blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then blue..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bluer than blue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113869869546674926?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113869869546674926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113869869546674926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113869869546674926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113869869546674926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/01/pink-or-blue.html' title='pink or blue'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113815524701082631</id><published>2006-01-25T10:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:15.212+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BOLD</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i love you much much more than you think you know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i can only say these words out loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i guess, some words are better left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;..as for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, i'll just be here..&lt;br /&gt;waiting in vain&lt;br /&gt;until the right time for me to tell you will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that it's better this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come what may,&lt;br /&gt;I guess my love for you will never fade.&lt;br /&gt;It will never fade, my Baby..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113815524701082631?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113815524701082631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113815524701082631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113815524701082631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113815524701082631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/01/bold.html' title='BOLD'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113720337908313054</id><published>2006-01-17T09:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:14.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tom Riddle's Diary</title><content type='html'>Haha! Here is something for you to try. Type anything in that book, it will reply.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visit the link - Type your question on the book - it will reply. Type on the right side where you can see the cursor .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Type q's like "what is love", "who am i", "where is ___?" and try changing your name. amazing! hehe.. Make sure you type the correct words and do not make spelling mistakes... too good!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=c96f911b3e35f9e1"&gt;http://pandorabots.com/pandora/talk?botid=c96f911b3e35f9e1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v638/jsfiles/attachments/tomriddle.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113720337908313054?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113720337908313054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113720337908313054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113720337908313054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113720337908313054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/01/tom-riddles-diary.html' title='Tom Riddle&apos;s Diary'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113717523963497805</id><published>2006-01-14T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:14.671+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sapul!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maging Sino Ka Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rey Valera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pag-ibig ay sadyang ganyan&lt;br /&gt;Tiwala sa isa't-isa'y kailangan&lt;br /&gt;Dati mong pag-ibig, wala akong pakialam&lt;br /&gt;Basta't mahal kita kailan pa man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wag kang mag-isip nang ano pa man&lt;br /&gt;Mga paliwanag mo'y di na kailangan&lt;br /&gt;At kahit ano pa ang iyong nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;Mamahalin kita maging sino ka man...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, pagkat mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Iniisip nila ay hindi mahalaga&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita maging sino ka man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mali man ang ikaw ay ibigin ko&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y isang bulag na umiibig sa 'yo&lt;br /&gt;At kahit ano pa ang iyong nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;Mamahalin kita maging sino ka man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita, pagkat mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;Iniisip nila ay hindi mahalaga&lt;br /&gt;Mahal kita maging sino ka man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113717523963497805?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113717523963497805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113717523963497805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113717523963497805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113717523963497805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/01/sapul.html' title='sapul!'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113653496924618010</id><published>2006-01-09T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:13.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suko na po!</title><content type='html'>Si Lord talaga, kahit kelan, mapagbiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay, halos kelan kelan lang, nag-usap kami. Sabi nga sa akin ang kulit-kulit ko daw. Kasi naman, masyado daw ako atat sa gift nya para sa akin. E sabi ko naman, bakit naman ako hindi magiging atat e antagal-tagal na niya nag-promise tapos di ko pa din natatanggap. Tapos nung nagtanong ako kung malapit na niya ibigay, sabi niya: "U-huh!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E di excited naman ang lola. Tapos sabay bigay pa ng kung anu-anong signs, affirmations, etc. Siyempre ang expectant heart ko, nag dum-di-dum-di-dum na naman! Madalas ko nga tinatanong, "Lord, ito na ba yun?" Hindi sumasagot, pero para bang nakikipaglaro pa. Me pa-relay relay pa ng message na nalalaman. Ok, sit back and relax. Huwag masyado excited, ang tinapay.. baka maging bato..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil matagal nga siya mag-confirm, pinabayaan ko na lang. Anyways, i was having a great time din naman. Solb na solb na kumbaga. Pero para nga kasing yun na yun e. Naghihintay lang siya ng perfect timing para ipa-unwrap yung regalo niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos nainip nako, kaya ayun.. nag-usap nga kami ulit. Sabi ko, "Lord, pwede ba yun na lang?" Ha-Ha! To no avail, kasi dead-ma. Kaya ayun, sabi ko tuloy, "Sige na nga Lord. Bahala ka na. Kung ayaw mo pa talagang ibigay, ala naman ako magagawa. I'll just sit back and relax. I surrender everything na talaga. I will no longer be makulit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos biglang-bigla, binawi ba naman yung akala ko gift na n'ya! Nagulantang talaga ako. Naiyak.. Kasi naman, though sabi ko nga i surrendered to His will na, I believed pa rin na yun na yun e. Well, hindi ata. Dahil talaga namang parang binaligtad na Niya ang mundo ko sa ipinakita Niya sa akin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit at magulo, pero ganumpaman, i'm not losing the heart. Expectant kung expectant pa rin. Keep praying about "it"... about "that gift". I know, God is faithful after all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113653496924618010?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113653496924618010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113653496924618010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113653496924618010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113653496924618010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/01/suko-na-po.html' title='suko na po!'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113635453195663887</id><published>2006-01-06T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:13.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamang Tsuper</title><content type='html'>Ang haba ng pila, ang hirap makasakay&lt;br /&gt;Sa tulad kong isang pasahero, parusa ang pagsunod sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;Subalit masaya na din ako na nakasakay sa dyip mo;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sasakyan mong kaykulay, sumigla ang aking araw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy ang byahe, patuloy ang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Sa maikiling panahon, tayo'y nagkapalagayan.&lt;br /&gt;Subalit bakit gano'n..&lt;br /&gt;Ganito ang isusukli mo sa ibinayad ko sa 'yo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko, ikaw ay totoo&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit ito ang masasabi ko:&lt;br /&gt;Peke ke Manong, &lt;br /&gt;Isa kang Manloloko!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113635453195663887?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113635453195663887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113635453195663887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113635453195663887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113635453195663887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/01/mamang-tsuper.html' title='Mamang Tsuper'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113634884128481899</id><published>2006-01-04T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:12.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Katangis-tangis na Pagsinta..</title><content type='html'>Nakatulala ako't nakatitig sa kawalan, patuloy ang pag-imbuyo ng kung anu-anong kuro-kuro sa nahahamugan nang utak..&lt;br /&gt;Nagpapantasyang sana'y hindi totoo ang mga salitang di man namutawi sa iyong mga labi ay iginuhit naman ng mga titik- &lt;br /&gt;Mga katagang walang dudang nagmula sa kaibuturan ng iyong damdamin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durog ang aking puso. Tuliro ang aking utak. Wala ako sa sarili.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko matanggap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nananalangin akong ito'y isang panaginip lamang, &lt;br /&gt;O isang bangungot kaya.. kung saan magigising pa ako- patungo sa isang panibagong pangarap.&lt;br /&gt;Nananalangin ako na mapapawi ng pagtangis ang kirot na nararamdaman.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy ang pag-agos ng aking mga luha. Sa bawat patak ay naaalala ko ang nakalipas..&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko pa rin matanggap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana nga'y bangungot lang ito.. dahil baka hindi ko kayanin, at tuluyan akong lamunin ng dilim..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113634884128481899?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113634884128481899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113634884128481899' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113634884128481899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113634884128481899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2006/01/katangis-tangis-na-pagsinta.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Katangis-tangis na Pagsinta..&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113442312786849787</id><published>2005-12-13T04:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:12.711+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baliw</title><content type='html'>Haay, baliw na ata ako! I'm always smiling for no reason at all! &lt;br /&gt;ayan o.. hindi ko mapigilan.. o ngingiti na naman.&lt;br /&gt;TSk Tsk tsk! is &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; the reason why?&lt;br /&gt;hay, i don't know. Basta. Baliw na nga ata ako..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Imagine hanggang sa work, i can smile. Gosh!&lt;br /&gt;Kahit na i know na i'm in a critical condition here.. &lt;br /&gt;i can be terminated anytime. Haha! owel..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lalalalalalalalala..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113442312786849787?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113442312786849787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113442312786849787' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113442312786849787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113442312786849787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2005/12/baliw.html' title='Baliw'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113160944848771706</id><published>2005-11-10T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:12.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hummmnn.. Haayy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BASTA'T KASAMA KITA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;DingDong Avanzado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sa t'wing tayo'y magkakalayo&lt;br /&gt;Hindi matahimik ang puso ko&lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali hanap kita&lt;br /&gt;Di mapakali hanggang muling kapiling ka&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Dahil kung ika'y makita na&lt;br /&gt;Labis-labis ang tuwang nadarama&lt;br /&gt;Magisnan lamang ang kislap ng 'yong mata&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ano pa ay kakayanin ko na&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHORUS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta't kasama kita&lt;br /&gt;lahat magagawa&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ay maiaalay sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;Basta't kasama kita&lt;br /&gt;walang kailangan pa&lt;br /&gt;Wala nang hahanapin pa&lt;br /&gt;Basta't kasama kita&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Giliw sana ay ikaw na nga&lt;br /&gt;Ang siyang mananatiling kasama ko&lt;br /&gt;Dahil kung ika'y mawawala&lt;br /&gt;Pati lahat sa buhay ko'y maglalaho&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPEAT CHORUS 2X&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang kailangan pa&lt;br /&gt;Wala nang hahanapin pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta't kasama kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113160944848771706?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113160944848771706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113160944848771706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113160944848771706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113160944848771706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2005/11/hummmnn-haayy.html' title='Hummmnn.. Haayy..'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-113091236530867680</id><published>2005-11-02T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:12.008+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Triangle</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know where i got this, just found it from my archives.. kaaliw so i posted it. Kung sino man ang gumawa nito o kung saan man ito nanggaling, humihingi ako ng permiso. i do not claim ownership to this.. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Jayson, si Vicky ‘yun ‘di ba?” &lt;br /&gt;Halos malaglag ako sa kinauupuan ko nang marinig ko ang sinabi niya. Si Vicky nga ba? &lt;br /&gt;“Asan?” &lt;br /&gt;Hayun, naglalakad sa labas. Papalapit na nga dito eh, tumatawid na sa pedestrian lane. Teka, parang iba. Wala na ‘yung buhok niyang hanggang baywang. Boy-cut na. Ayan na, ayan na! Sabay isinubsob ko ang sarili ko sa kinakain kong french fries. Baka makita niya ako. Huwag ngayon. Huwag muna ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;“O pare, bakit ka nagtatago diyan?” &lt;br /&gt;“Sh*t ka, Jake…” &lt;br /&gt;Teka, bakit nga ba ako nagpapakatangang nagtatago rito? &lt;br /&gt;Si Vicky ang first girlfriend ko. Antagal din namin, halos apat na taon. Hanggang ngayon, ‘di ko pa rin maintindihan kung bakit ko ba naisipang pumayag na makipag-break. ‘Di ko rin inaasahan ‘yun. Parang nabasa niya ang utak ko nang tanungin niya ako kung napapagod na ba ako sa ganun. Palagi na lang kasi kaming nagtatalo, madalas puro kababawan pa. Parang ‘di niya naiintindihan. Tapos parang bata pa kung tumakbo ang utak niya. Sabagay, tatlong taon din naman ang itinanda ko sa kanya. Antigas ng ulo. Nakakairita. &lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, dalawang buwan na kaming hindi nag-uusap. Walang tawagan o text man lang. Ewan ko ba, parang nagpapatigasan kami. Eh anong sasabihin ko? ‘Di ko rin alam eh. ‘Di ko alam kung paano ko sasabihing mahal ko pa rin siya. &lt;br /&gt;Paano? Masyado siyang mabilis. Tingnan mo nga o, dinaanan lang kami dito. &lt;br /&gt;Napatitig ako sa kawalan ng ilang minuto bago ko ibinaon ang mukha ko sa aking mga palad. &lt;br /&gt;“Sh*t, Jake…” &lt;br /&gt;Naramdaman kong pinisil niya ang braso ko. “Kaya mo ‘yan, pare,” ang pabiro niyang sabi. &lt;br /&gt;Kaya ko ‘to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;Ang init naman! Sa McDo kaya ako maglunch. Para aircon. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Ow sh*t, si Jake ‘yun ah? At mas lalong sh*t. Kasama niya si Jayson. Paano na ba ‘to, masyadong obvious kung babalik pa ako, eh nakatawid na ako. Dederetso na nga lang ako. Pasimple na lang, kunwari ‘di ko sila nakita. Basta, huwag ngayon. Huwag muna ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;Teka, bakit nga ba ako nagpapakahirap na umiwas sa kanya? &lt;br /&gt;Si Jayson ang unang boyfriend ko. Matagal din kami. Naging masaya naman ako sa kanya, kasi pakiramdam ko alagang-alaga talaga ako sa kanya. Ah basta, masaya lahat. Nakakalungkot nga lang na humantong kami sa ganito. &lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba, pero napansin ko na lang na parang nagbago na siya. Parang ‘di na siya katulad ng dati na palaging siya ang umaamo sa akin kapag nag-aaway kami. ‘Yung huli nga, nasigawan pa niya ako. Sa mga sinabi niya, ang labas, para akong pasanin sa kanya na mahirap dalhin. &lt;br /&gt;‘Di ko alam kung anong pumasok sa kukote ko at tinanong ko pa siya kung ayaw na niya. Basta, para kasing kahit anong gawin namin eh ‘di na talaga kami nagkakasundo. Kaya binigay ko na lang sa kanya ‘yun. &lt;br /&gt;Alam ko ‘yun, ‘di naman ako manhid. Pinakawalan ko siya. &lt;br /&gt;Kung sa akin lang, ‘di ko naman talaga gusto ‘yun. Pero alam kong ‘yun ang kailangan niya. ‘Yun din ang gusto niya. Kaya sige, kunwari unaffected na lang ako. ‘Di naman ako patatalo nang ganun-ganun lang ‘no. ‘Di ako nagpakita ng luha. Pinakita kong gusto ko rin ‘yun para hindi na siya mahirapan. Sa akin na lang ‘yun. &lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, halos dalawang buwan na kaming ‘di nag-uusap. Walang pansinan. Eh ano pa bang sasabihin ko? Ayoko namang kainin lahat ng sinabi ko sa kanya. Ubos na ang panahon ko para gawin pa ‘yun, kumbaga sa computer game eh game over na ako. Na walang continue o try again. &lt;br /&gt;Anong sasabihin ko, na mahal ko pa rin siya? Nye. Gudlak na lang sa akin kung tatamaan pa siya dun. Tingnan mo nga, parang wala na talaga siyang paki. May bago kaya siyang GF? Ewan, eh mukha na kasi siyang masaya eh. Hahayaan ko na lang siya. &lt;br /&gt;Dito na nga lang ako dadaan. Teka, sige na nga, maitext nga si Jake. Mangungumusta lang. Hala sige, pindot. &lt;br /&gt;Message sent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;“Jayson, si Vicky ‘yun ‘di ba?” &lt;br /&gt;Waw. Kakaiba. Anong nangyari sa buhok nun?! Naubos ah. Parang mas mahaba na ngayon ang buhok ko sa kanya. Pero okey naman, bagay pa rin naman. Maganda pa rin siya. &lt;br /&gt;“O pare, bakit ka nagtatago diyan?” &lt;br /&gt;“Sh*t ka, Jake…” &lt;br /&gt;Mas sh*t ka. &lt;br /&gt;Akala mo ‘di ko alam kung gaano mo siya nasaktan? Jackpot ka na sa kanya eh, tapos pinakawalan mo pa. Oo, ‘di ko alam ang buong kwento ninyo, alam kong ang mga sinasabi niya sa akin ay ang mga bagay lang na gusto niyang sabihin para ang kalabasan ay hindi lang ikaw ang nasa mali. Inamin niya ang mga bagay na ‘di niya ginawa o dapat ay ginawa niya para sa’yo. Pero ang alam ko, sinaktan mo siya. &lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba kasi ayaw mo siyang kausapin? Konting lunok lang naman sa pride ang kailangan mo eh. ‘Di ba sabi mo sa akin, mahal mo pa rin siya? &lt;br /&gt;Teka, bakit nga ba ako nagagalit sa iyo? &lt;br /&gt;Simple lang naman. Dahil kaya mong itapon nang basta-basta ang pagmamahal na kailanman ay alam kong ‘di ko makukuha. &lt;br /&gt;Nagmamahal din ako. Pero pinilit kong itago, dahil alam kong walang babalik sa akin. Kasi, andiyan ka. &lt;br /&gt;Nung Sabado lang nang nagpasama siya sa akin para lumabas, pinalutang ng alak ang pinakatatago ko. Ang tinangka kong nakawing halik ay kusa niyang ibinigay. &lt;br /&gt;Akala ko nun ayun na, pero “sorry” daw. Sori, lasing na rin yata ako eh. Sori, mali. Sori, ‘di ko dapat ginawa ‘yun. Anak ng p*cha! Ikaw pa rin ang iniisip niya. Ikaw pa rin ang mahal niya. Ano ba naman ang laban ko sa’yo? Ano ba naman ang binatbat ko sa apat na taon ninyo? &lt;br /&gt;Toot, toot. Toot, toot. &lt;br /&gt;Si Vicky. &lt;br /&gt;hi… nakita ko kayo sa mcdo.Ü&lt;br /&gt;so, musta? eh si jays, musta nmn?Ü &lt;br /&gt;“Sh*t, Jake…” &lt;br /&gt;‘Di ko alam ang sasabihin ko sa iyo. Mabuti na rin sigurong huwag ko na munang ipaalam sa iyo na hanggang ngayon ay kinukumusta ka niya palagi sa akin. Sorry pare, kaibigan kita, pero ‘di ko talaga alam kung anong sasabihin ko sa iyo ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;“Kaya mo ‘yan, pare,” ang pabiro kong sabi. &lt;br /&gt;Ako rin, kaya ko ‘to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-113091236530867680?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/113091236530867680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=113091236530867680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113091236530867680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/113091236530867680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2005/11/love-triangle.html' title='Love Triangle'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-112996682338431713</id><published>2005-10-22T15:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:11.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Politically Correct Terms</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;from an e-mail i have received.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to have some fun. I think we should propose adding the following words to the lexicon. Just remember one thing... For all intents and purposes, my name is Anoni Moose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;strong&gt;garcify&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     a) to distort results&lt;br /&gt;     b) to cheat in an election&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used in a sentence: "The president was unable to evade allegations that she garcified her way to the highest office in the land." Or, "There are claims that the Philippines has become irreversibly garcified, claims which are becoming increasingly difficult to refute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;strong&gt;norberse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     a) to be purposely obtuse&lt;br /&gt;     b) to obfuscate in an attempt to hide the truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used in a sentence: "The official remained norberse all through the hearing, leading many to think he was clumsily trying to protect someone." Or, "There is no truth to the claim that norbersity can be cured through the slow ingestion of potassium-laden bananas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;strong&gt;miriamphony&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    a) a verbose and lilting discourse during which the speaker drifts in and out of reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used in a sentence: "The senator perorated in the expected miriamphony as she once again sought to prove to all and sundry that she was not insane." Or "Her miriamphony fooled no one - she swiftly erased all remaining doubts about the state of her reason with her diatribe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;strong&gt;nogralese&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     a) manner of political discourse in which a speaker pretends to agree with one side for as long as they are useful to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used in a sentence: "Day after day, the congressman mollified his opponents with his smooth and unctuous nogralese, catching the unwary by surprise when he later removed them from their posts." Or, "Even his friends begin to flee to remote locations once he starts spouting his nogralese."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;strong&gt;joedevivre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    a) a lifestyle which is devoted to always attempting to please others and never having to choose between right and wrong &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used in a sentence: "His joedevivre caused his eventual downfall, as the electorate finally saw him for what he truly was."  Or, "His joedevivre forced him to consistently refuse to play a simple game of chess, because there are no gray areas on a chess board."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;strong&gt;dequirose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     a) having a Quixotic bent&lt;br /&gt;     b) used to describe one who is constantly vilified by critics for his insistence that all public officials must be held accountable, regardless of which sector of society they belong to or who they are connected to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used in a sentence: "Despite virulent ad hominem attacks,  the writer remained dequirose, steadfast in his convictions."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;comments? suggestions? violent reactions? hehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-112996682338431713?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/112996682338431713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=112996682338431713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/112996682338431713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/112996682338431713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2005/10/new-politically-correct-terms.html' title='New &lt;strong&gt;Politically Correct&lt;/strong&gt; Terms'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-112799206187703422</id><published>2005-09-29T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:11.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love2loop</title><content type='html'>haha.. firends, visit nyo to. funny masyado. luma na 'to pero well, you might want to try. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.love.2loop.com/"&gt;http://www.love.2loop.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-112799206187703422?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/112799206187703422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=112799206187703422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/112799206187703422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/112799206187703422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2005/09/love2loop.html' title='love2loop'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-112623305312846522</id><published>2005-09-13T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:11.215+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dagdag na Kahibangan Part II</title><content type='html'>Musta ka na? Long time no see, hehe! Ako, eto.. me dagdag na kahibangan na naman sa love life koh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala mo ba ang kwento ko noon? About ke (tu-tut)* nung minimiscol nya ako chorvah at ina-ask na manood ng play nila sa CCP? E di ba sabi ko nga sa 'yo hindi ako pumunta kasi &lt;a href="http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2005/01/dagdag-na-kahibangan.html"&gt; dagdag na kahibangan&lt;/a&gt; lang. Oh well, i thought hindi na ulit magpaparamdam ang loko. But no, after 48 years, nagmulto na naman ang lolo mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre, mega-call. Since "wag sagutin" nga ang pangalan niya sa phone ko, e di hindi ko sinagot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tut-ti-tut ti-tut ti-tut, tut-ti-tut ti-tut ti-tut.. (to the tune of doraemon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makulit. Di tumitigil. Halata naman ata pag pinatay ko. Hmm.. "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;"May-anne?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uhuh.. Sino 'to?" (wink-wink!)&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh.. free ka ba this weekend?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haller, di pa nga nagpapakilala e. ano buz?!)&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, sino ba 'to?"&lt;br /&gt;"ako.. ahh.."&lt;br /&gt;"Oy, napatawag ka NA NAMAN. anong meron?"&lt;br /&gt;"invite sana kita ulit sa play e.."&lt;br /&gt;"CCP ulit?"&lt;br /&gt;"yah.. pwede ka ba? Saturday, 1pm show."&lt;br /&gt;"libre ba?" (nuninuninuninu..)&lt;br /&gt;"Oo naman.. kita tayo before mag-start para mabigay ko tiket. Pwede ka magsama ng friend mo."&lt;br /&gt;"Cool. cge po, punta ako." (hwaaaat?! ano 'tong nagawa ko?!)&lt;br /&gt;"Yey, tnx. yun lang. hope to see you there."&lt;br /&gt;"Uhuh.."&lt;br /&gt;"Bye."&lt;br /&gt;"B.." (ano ba yun.. nyaiks. napasubo ata ako ah!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come Saberdi, excited ako. hindi ko alam kung bakit pero wel, long time no see na kami e. Kebs-kebs na 'to. Ang aga ko tuloy. Hehe.. 12 nn pa lang, andun nako. E wala naman ako balak magsama ng friend kasi nga, baka magkagulo, alam mo na.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papaka-kikay pa ba ako? nyah.. wag na. para ano pa. para "muling ibalik ang tamis ng pag-ibig.."? haller, da vah. so ayun, the usual me. very May-anne, minus ka-kikay-an. ayoko nga. ma-inlove pa ulit sa akin yun! Harhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya pa, nakita ko siya lumabas. nakita naman ako agad. sabi ko, ako lang mag-isa tapos binigay na niya yung tiket. mag-enjoy daw sana ako. in fairview, macho ang lolo mo. me muscle-muscle sa braso. kakasayaw nga siguro. at in fairview pa ulit.. lean, mare. bitamina A. masarap sa mata. walang bilbil. ha-ha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, mega nood na ako nung nagsimula. Kaya lang na-windang ako. ang weird kasi lalaki naman yung role niya pero bigla kong na-realize mukha siyang babae! wakekekeke.. or siguro sa costume lang. Shakespeare echos kasi yung play.. In short, maganda naman. magaling naman siya. magaling sila, actually. sulit ang libre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so uwian na, syempre takbo ang lola mo para man lang mag-congrats at magpasalamat sa libreng tiket. hindi sila lumabas agad pero dahil me pupuntahan pa din ako.. sugod na sa may side ng stage. pasilip-silip ako. kunyari mangsu-surprise.. owel, ako ang nasurprise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang kausap niya ang mga kasama sa theater, pinagmasdan ko siyang mabuti. inisip ko kung namamalikmata lang ba ako. pero hinde. nakita ko ang hubad na katotohanan. malambot. pumipilantik. walang biro, bading na bading! walang duda, ANG LOLO MO, LOLA NA! hwaaaa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko malubos maisip.. sakto nakita niya ako. oh no! naging lalaki bigla sabay lapit sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;"Did you enjoy it?"&lt;br /&gt;"alin? a, oo" (hekhekhek..)&lt;br /&gt;"Sana makanood ka ulit sa susunod. tatawagan ulit kita."&lt;br /&gt;"sure. y not? im lukin forward to it. tnx. ah.. alis na pala ako" (hekhekhek)&lt;br /&gt;"ok, tnx ulit"&lt;br /&gt;"sige, ba-bye!" (sabay beso.. hekhekhek..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haynaku, hindi ko talaga mapigilan ang humalakhak. ano bang problema nya? anong gusto nyang palabasin? ok lang naman kung bading na sya, bakit nagkukunwari pa siyang straight?! Hay, ang hindi ko lang talaga ata matanggap e yung fact na closet ang ex ko. humm.. pero anyhow, hahahaha.. natatawa pa rin ako sa nangyari at sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun, ngayon hindi na "wag sagutin" ang pangalan niya. pinalitan ko na. "BADING!" hehe.. ayan tuloy, LSS ako.. ang jowa kong bading.. harhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la lang, yun lang. hay, life nga naman. kaw nga ba, musta na? kumusta si &lt;a href= "http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2005/06/ang-misteryo-ng-komodo-dragon.html"&gt; Komodo Dragon &lt;/a&gt;? hehe..&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-112623305312846522?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/112623305312846522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=112623305312846522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/112623305312846522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/112623305312846522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2005/09/dagdag-na-kahibangan-part-ii.html' title='Dagdag na Kahibangan Part II'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-112606165031608866</id><published>2005-09-07T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:11.021+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>6:00 AM Commonwealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;sumakay ako ng bus. &lt;br /&gt;cubao ilalim. ortigas flyover. crossing ilalim. airconditioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;just what i always wanted but which &lt;br /&gt;i always fail to find every morning on my way to the office&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuwang-tuwa ako. puno ng pag-asang natagpuan ang hinahanap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:15 Philcoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mabagal ang takbo. bahagya lamang umuusad.&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako mapakali subalit wala akong magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt; Lord, ano buzz?! ano 'to? kairita ang driver..&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng pwedeng hintayin, hinhintay. &lt;br /&gt;tumitigil sa bawat kanto.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unti-unting kumakawala ang pag-asang nasasa akin sa simula.&lt;br /&gt;kumakabog ang dibdib ko. kinakabahan ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:35 Cubao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;i thought cubao ilalim?! oh, man!p@*$#&amp;+!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba manong, bakit ka nag-ibabaw? 25 minuto na lang&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi na ako aabot. kasalanan ko ba&lt;br /&gt;o talaga lamang itinakda ng pagkakataon?&lt;br /&gt;bakit mukhang mabibigo na naman ata ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6:50 Crossing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapag minamalas nga ata talaga. &lt;br /&gt;akala mo sakto na, hindi pa rin pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;mahirap talaga umasa sa airconditioned bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haller! pati ba naman dito, ibabaw pa din?!&lt;br /&gt;Arrgh! 48 years ang traffic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:00 Buendia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;hopeless case na 'to. nag-log in na sila. late na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;sa susunod, hindi na ako ulit sasakay sa airconditioned.&lt;br /&gt;tama na ang ordinary. kahit nalilipad ang utak ko, &lt;br /&gt;di naman lumilihis ng daan&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;makatulog na nga muna.wala nang patutunguhan ang pagkainis ko.&lt;br /&gt;huli na rin para magmadali pa ako. &lt;br /&gt;ang buhay nga naman, di mo talaga alam kung ano ang kahihinatnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..kunsabagay, may nalimutan kasi akong gawin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;to pray that God will bless my trip..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&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/8714003-112606165031608866?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/112606165031608866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=112606165031608866' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/112606165031608866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/112606165031608866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2005/09/600-am-commonwealth-sumakay-ako-ng-bus.html' title=''/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8714003.post-112597477266760942</id><published>2005-09-01T10:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T11:31:10.737+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tnx ate les..</title><content type='html'>wala lang.. just want you guys to visit this link.&lt;br /&gt;tribute ni Les sa aking birthday. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://les12.blogspot.com/2005/08/simply-js.html"&gt;simply js&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8714003-112597477266760942?l=jsfiles.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/feeds/112597477266760942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8714003&amp;postID=112597477266760942' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/112597477266760942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8714003/posts/default/112597477266760942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jsfiles.blogspot.com/2005/09/tnx-ate-les.html' title='tnx ate les..'/><author><name>js</name><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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
