<?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-33880974</id><updated>2012-01-28T04:56:11.686+08:00</updated><category term='vanity'/><category term='story'/><category term='libak'/><category term='tag'/><category term='blah'/><category term='movies'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>abidubi</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/new.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-4650615350053858724</id><published>2007-04-19T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T18:57:58.874+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://siyete.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GO AWAY!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;kidding, I moved for some particular reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-4650615350053858724?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/4650615350053858724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=4650615350053858724&amp;isPopup=true' title='73 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/4650615350053858724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/4650615350053858724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/04/moved.html' title='MOVED'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>73</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1856009235508744793</id><published>2007-04-15T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T20:41:17.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Miss Saigon ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've always admired &lt;strong&gt;Lea Salonga&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not the kind of fan that would go through great lengths just to see her though. I've never searched her name in any search engines, not unless if I want to see some lyrics. :P I don't have any posters put up on the walls of my room, nor does my account names and emails contain anything that links to her. Though I often read news about her in the papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But the respect is there. She's far greater than local personalities, and I mean GREATER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And her passion to perform is quite inspiring. Haayy. She's got this powerful aura thing going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You know those chick flicks before, the one where she starred in with Aga. She kinda made me cry there. See?! No one has ever made my eyes a bit watery and yet, here, a theatre-based actress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Honestly, I haven't seen Miss Saigon yet. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But I've seen that film she was in when she was this kid, about 9 or 10 years old. She fit the part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmm, or maybe it's because of that song We Could Be In Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, somehow her voice seems so flawless to me. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Up until now, I haven't searched her name yet for further infos. I don't know why, maybe because if I start, I won't stop .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, KUDOS Miss Salonga. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pakinsyet call center moved the training schedule on Wednesday. rawr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh well, I can still rest for a few more days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1856009235508744793?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1856009235508744793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1856009235508744793&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1856009235508744793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1856009235508744793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/04/miss-saigon.html' title=':: Miss Saigon ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7636221195104875266</id><published>2007-04-12T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T20:54:34.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: toot toot toot ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blog&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;a public web site where users post informal journals of their thoughts, comments, and philosophies, updated frequently and normally reflecting the views of the blog's creator.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Exactly what I'm doing right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And nobody has any right(or left, hehe) to tell me to stop blogging!&lt;br /&gt;Got that?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You try to ignore the person, pero they keep on showing up. Parang kabute. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been feeling a bit tired. And I'm not proud of what I've done, hayy I've gone back to smoking. huhu&lt;br /&gt;Masarap kasi yung brand na nabili ko, hypoo. sweet coffee cappuccino flavor. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.google.com.ph/logos/yuri_gagarin.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Google's really interesting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yuri Gagarin, a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Soviet Union" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soviet_Union"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Soviet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Cosmonaut" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cosmonaut"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;cosmonaut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; who on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="April 12" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/April_12"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;April 12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="1961" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1961"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1961&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; became the first person in space and the first person to orbit the Earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmm, I wonder when I'll be able to do the same. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can see it now, circling this Earth, looking down on the cloudy covered blue waters and browny green lands of this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Watching Richard Gomez last night on ANC, Forum: Halalan 07 seemed weird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He totally looks out of place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And judging from his answer to the topics, he seemed so off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What's gonna happen to our country if we let more UNEXPERIENCED actors have a place in the senate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Politics, pweh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7636221195104875266?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7636221195104875266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7636221195104875266&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7636221195104875266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7636221195104875266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-public-web-site-where-users-post.html' title=':: toot toot toot ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6744932898278563531</id><published>2007-04-11T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T15:49:50.529+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: So much for friendship ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I really don't have to explain myself. Pero just to make things a bit clear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;READ AND &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UNDERSTAND&lt;/span&gt;. (or at least just try to understand)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I told her I wanted to talk to her in person to apologize, IN PERSON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tagal ng reply, and the usual dumb question "huh?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I told her, that in order for me to be free from this internal conflict (as what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bamthegreat.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; would call), I had to make amends for the things I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A personal apology was all I'm asking for. And surprising as it may seem, di nila naintindihan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now, who are they calling stupid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh well, I don't need this crap anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And again, if you're reading this, don't take the things I've written here too literal. Have you ever heard of "figure of speech", or better yet "expression".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You dare comment here, next time, full english so everyone can understand. FYI, not everyone who happens to crash here at my blog knows perfect dabawenyo bisaya. that's "duh!" for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok? ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Indeed it's frustrating, if you're talking to people with brains the size of a peanut. (not referring to anyone in particular)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anywho, I just want to thank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://salt-scrub.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;, for making chika with me, as well as comforting me. Char. Soulmate? =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Unfortunately, since there were so many applicants at Link2Support, we had to be divided into 2 batches. Since I didn't want to take the training that late, I opted to be part of the 1st batch. Meaning, we're gonna go back there on Monday. So much for not scheduling anything for this week. Hayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Grabe, the training seems to be hard, kasi they said that there were those who didn't make it through the training. Waaah, ano yun Boot Camp?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh well, it's always good to sit back, with a cold drink on the side, smoke a few hypoo and read a book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;! I saw some nice books at the "Bookshop", mahal nga lang. Hayy, to think 2nd hand or 3rd hand books na yun. OVERPRICING!! grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6744932898278563531?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6744932898278563531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6744932898278563531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6744932898278563531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6744932898278563531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/04/so-much-for-friendship.html' title=':: So much for friendship ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-798182643282883201</id><published>2007-04-09T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T15:43:06.237+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: summer look ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nothing's really changed with my "do". Though I have this extra hair at the back of my head :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, things got a bit crazy for the past 4 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And all I can say is that, I've moved on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Funny, but somehow God made me realize something. I won't let anyone I happen to fanct get in the way of my friendship with the people I treat as "friends".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;How overwhelming it is to know that she doesn't deserve me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;WOAH! Kapal mukha, pero yeah, I take so much pride in myself. Nobody deserves me better than God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He made me smart, strong and capable enough to go through this ridiculous road called life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anywho, tomorrow's the day. I'm having mixed emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After that, I'm meeting up with some of my friends at the old tambayan and catch up with whatever that has happened to us. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Indeed, what a reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm just disappointed that I let some girl ruin my friendship with the person I treated as my best dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Woot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Araw ng Kagitingan. hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, I watched this local film "Ang Cute ng Ina Mo" with my mom kanina. It wasn't really that funny. It's a good thing they said that the whole theme would be more cartoon-like. I didn't like the movie that much. Oh well. So much for local films.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-798182643282883201?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/798182643282883201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=798182643282883201&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/798182643282883201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/798182643282883201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-look.html' title=':: summer look ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8699952980496105463</id><published>2007-04-04T11:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T12:11:51.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Lost Letter ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING:&lt;/strong&gt; For those who has a sensitive stomach on cheesy/mushy stuff, please skip this part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's been months, I thought I've gotten over you. I thought everything was okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But then, it had to happen. I had to see you there at the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I had to see your expressionless face. I had to feel that same feeling again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But then, you seemed mad. I can sense it. And I was right, after you confirmed it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Those issues, you've been hearing. They're outrageous. I admit I've been talking about you with my friends, and if some of them told you about it, dapat pa nga ma-flatter ka. I just don't get it why pagdating ng whatever news na yun sayo, naging negative na. Thanks din for forgiving me, even though I can still sense na you haven't forgiven me whole heartedly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've been told that I'm crazy, weird and downright stupid for still thinking about you even if things didn't work out so well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just want to clear things to you, I'M NOT MANHID! I may look like one pero, I'm not. Can't you just see right through me? Like what a friend of mine said, I may have a smile on my face, but that doesn't mean I'm happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You're not a one-time thing. You're someone I could see myself with for years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just want to apologize, for not taking that big step, for being a coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just thought, I could never be better than your "shong". I could never be like your "shong". I could never give you stuff, I wasn't strong enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Doing a noble deed pains me. I wanted to see you happy, even if it's not with me. I'd be a hypocrite if I say everything's okay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know my friends would taunt me endlessly if they knew about this, and give me the "STUPID" sign.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Of all the chances I let pass by, you're someone I'll do my best not to lose again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;By the way, I know I shouldn't be including this here, but yesterday, if you thought it was nothing for me to ask for your digits again then you're dead wrong. I had to prepare and fix myself sa CR para lang mawala tension ko. You can ask Kaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And it may seem cliche, with just your smile you've lit this dark cluttered puso of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You're my heartbeat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've been tagged by &lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;3 or 4 funny things you do to relieve&lt;br /&gt;stress. When deadlines are fast approaching but you’re not even halfway through. When your boss is on your ass like a crazed bullrider. When you feel your salary (or allowance) just doesn’t fit your preferred lifestyle. When you partner feels he/she just isn’t getting enough from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Umm, I don't know if my habits seem funny, you be the judge. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. I just watch TV. I find whatever it is that's good on the boob tube and watch all day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. I draw, or something like it. Mostly the eyes. Yun lang kasi kaya ko. Drawing seems to comfort me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. I try to sleep, pero whenever I do, I still think about my problems kaya di ako nakakatulog. Laging lumalakas kabog ng dibdib ko. Grr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll be tagging &lt;a href="http://karlaloveschocolate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://implicitinfluence.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla (ttalker)&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bamthegreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've finished all my requirements sa call center. Whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hopefully I can do well sa training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have a blessed Holy week everyone ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8699952980496105463?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8699952980496105463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8699952980496105463&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8699952980496105463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8699952980496105463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/04/lost-letter.html' title=':: Lost Letter ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8185927528957051447</id><published>2007-04-02T13:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T13:15:18.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Training ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;I've mentioned before that I've been busy with some things and that I needed to find a work or anything in particular that would pre-occupy my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I applied at &lt;a href="http://www.linksys.com"&gt;Link2Support&lt;/a&gt; just a while ago. It was nerve-wrecking. Sitting there, waiting for them to call your name and stuff. Add to the tension the lobby was malamig. Or maybe I just felt that because I was too nervous.&lt;br /&gt;The interview went well, but not smoothly, my palms became sweaty.&lt;br /&gt;I felt so small, if you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to take an exam and answer some surveys and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;After just a few hours there, we were asked to go back next week with some of the requirements and start with the training and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Woo, I got be friends with some of the applicants. Hekhek. His reason for being there was tear-jerking.&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, aja aja aja aja aja ahhh! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just happy I got over those days of worrying about how things will go if I went there.&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I didn't stutter back there. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;--------------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I gained new friends. Online and in real life. Contentment.&lt;br /&gt;That's the word. They complete me.&lt;br /&gt;And if you're reading this, You complete me. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8185927528957051447?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8185927528957051447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8185927528957051447&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8185927528957051447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8185927528957051447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/04/training.html' title=':: Training ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-5078424339640766498</id><published>2007-03-31T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T16:52:18.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Ikot Ikot Ikot ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;It seems my heart has been captivated by this, this wonderful person.&lt;br /&gt;Curse you ADDU! Why did she have to be in your walls.&lt;br /&gt;Then again, if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have known her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you keep running in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*note: the author is now busy with her application forms*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-5078424339640766498?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/5078424339640766498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=5078424339640766498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5078424339640766498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5078424339640766498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/03/ikot-ikot-ikot.html' title=':: Ikot Ikot Ikot ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1081245433588964346</id><published>2007-03-28T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:48:39.489+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: A Perfect World ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Wouldn't it be nice if you were capable of creating your very own world?&lt;br /&gt;You can do things unimannigable.&lt;br /&gt;Have the greatest adventure of your life?&lt;br /&gt;This here is the latest game I happened to stumble across the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 255);" class="ver_10_white_b"&gt;Perfect World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt; is a full-feature 3D online game based on the rich Chinese mythology world of Pangu and the generations of gods that paved the way for the creation of civilizations. Anchored with abounding creative elements and features that breaks the ground for the next level of 3D online gaming, Perfect World bestows players to be their own legend and create their own Perfect World.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="ver_10_white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Starting from a Chinese traditional myth that the god Pangu built the sky, land, and beings, the game creates a profound cultural base and brings players into an age-old, mysterious and undiscovered world with epic backgrounds and a grandiose storyline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="ver_10_white"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Developed using patented Element 3D engine, Perfect World presents our players a real 3D space with its seamless, huge 3D map. Perfect World brings players the concept of 3D online game with the theme “creating a world” for the first time, giving players a new experience in team work and world creation. All these functions are able to enhance the interaction between the game and the players, and bring them novel and infinite fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;img style="width: 324px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.levelupgames.ph/perfectworld/images/perfectworld_screenshots_01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 243px;" src="http://www.levelupgames.ph/perfectworld/images/perfectworld_screenshots_02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 244px;" src="http://www.levelupgames.ph/perfectworld/images/perfectworld_screenshots_03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 325px; height: 244px;" src="http://www.levelupgames.ph/perfectworld/images/perfectworld_screenshots_04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 326px; height: 245px;" src="http://www.levelupgames.ph/perfectworld/images/perfectworld_screenshots_05.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;*pictures and game features provided by Perfect World's official &lt;a href="http://www.levelupgames.ph/perfectworld"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;Me and my friends have yet to try out this game.&lt;br /&gt;You'll be reading rants or raves from me about Perfect World right here in my bloggie ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;---------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's official!&lt;br /&gt;I only have three more subjects to take the next school year.&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it, I'm nearing graduation.&lt;br /&gt;And as what my friend had said, I'll add up to the list of unemployed people by the time I graduate.&lt;br /&gt;I really have to get things straight with all the papers and stuff so I could apply for a job this summer.&lt;br /&gt;And no, you won't be seeing me at counters taking your orders.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cut out for that, and my pride won't stomach it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;--------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent event had added reasons to why I hate Ateneans.&lt;br /&gt;Don't mock your school with your bitchiness and cockiness.&lt;br /&gt;And if you find that cockiness is just the same as confidence, then your stupid.&lt;br /&gt;There's a big difference between being an arrogant jackass from CONFIDENCE.&lt;br /&gt;Before you boast about how your school could easily beat the others without a sweat if they joined, prove it!&lt;br /&gt;Just because you carry the school with a highly prestigious background doesn't mean everybody else can only be second best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROVE IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1081245433588964346?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1081245433588964346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1081245433588964346&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1081245433588964346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1081245433588964346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/03/perfect-world.html' title=':: A Perfect World ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6556654380628340713</id><published>2007-03-26T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T20:31:29.934+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Hollow Men ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rge4vFcOLdI/AAAAAAAAADw/v2dcd8PSngA/s1600-h/225px-The_Hollow_Men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rge4vFcOLdI/AAAAAAAAADw/v2dcd8PSngA/s320/225px-The_Hollow_Men.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046205026545839570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The latest show on Jack Tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;An English sketch comedy. Like Saturday Night Live and MadTV. Crazy, funny and yeah entertaining. *I am a TV buff after all*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Composed of four men, portraying different comical characters in every segment. Whether it be a woman, a man, gay or whatever they all play the part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Try looking them up in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" href="http://youtube.com/"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; and you'll know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;-------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Hurray hurray! It's been 2 months since I smoked. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;-------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I tried to erase someone in my mind. But no matter how hard I tried to keep myself busy, it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Memories. Then shattered with the thought of betrayal. I try to shake it off, but then it persists on getting through my thick head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I really need to find a summer job, so I wouldn't waste any more time here at the cafe playing with my friends. Not that it's a bad thing. It's just that, I'm not getting anything out of what I've been doing here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Therefore, a job hunt is in order! *ding ding*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, this just came in.&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, you have to try not tocare no matter how much you do. Because sometimes, you can mean nothing to someone who means everything to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it, fear. Fear of having no assurance that whatever you give won't be returned to you. The once joyful person suddenly turns to a scornful one. So don't ever think that some people are insensitive. Because, they're just trying to be one. You know how it is in this world. You've lived here all your life. I'm sure you've gone through this before. Just think, people chose to be insensitive, so they wouldn't be too attached to other people they care for so much. So they wouldn't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;But then, why try to avoid the inevitable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6556654380628340713?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6556654380628340713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6556654380628340713&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6556654380628340713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6556654380628340713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/03/hollow-men.html' title=':: Hollow Men ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rge4vFcOLdI/AAAAAAAAADw/v2dcd8PSngA/s72-c/225px-The_Hollow_Men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-3038453717492178535</id><published>2007-03-22T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:23:57.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Brownout ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RgKC9lcOLcI/AAAAAAAAADo/YdDfI2rCVYM/s1600-h/BenteUno.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044738527142489538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RgKC9lcOLcI/AAAAAAAAADo/YdDfI2rCVYM/s400/BenteUno.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RgKCyVcOLbI/AAAAAAAAADg/tLQTYEsm39U/s1600-h/BenteUno.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RgJHDFcOLaI/AAAAAAAAADY/HWfxtLy-v8s/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044672650934103458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RgJHDFcOLaI/AAAAAAAAADY/HWfxtLy-v8s/s400/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why does everyone call it "brownout"? When in fact, all you see is darkness. And darkness is supposed to be black. Where's the brown in that? Ohwell, Filipinos right? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trophy you see here was from this MILO BEST Training bit. This was way back 2nd year high school.&lt;br /&gt;My friend thought it would be fun to join in. Yeah it was fun. And to think when we got there, we were like the older ones among the trainees.&lt;br /&gt;The DEFENSE stand was excruciating. Everytime the coach blows his whistle, every player's supposed to stop whatever they're doing and do the sitting-in-the-air stand with both arms up while shouting, DEFENSE. It's a funny sight, but if you were in my shoes it's not that funny. My knees didn't recover after one week of practice. They shook everytime I do that stand.&lt;br /&gt;There were definitely fun moments during the training. I got to meet kids and my friend got to meet "boys". Quoting her, &lt;em&gt;nabusog ang mga mata niya habang nag-eensayo&lt;/em&gt;. Well, at least she was happy. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;At the last day, the coach were saying how happy they were and proud to have players like us. *char*&lt;br /&gt;I never really got to listen to what they were saying, all I know was that my friend was poking me. Saying the coaches were calling my name. I didn't expect to be given anything. Confused, I accepted the trophy they handed to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most Improved Player&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that nice. To think the award was only given to 3 players. And out of the hundred trainees. I received it. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;I did my best naman, so I guess I deserve it. Or I think it was because me and my friend were the only girls there and that they needed to award one to the opposite sex right? *conspiracies, prejudice*&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got to reminisce about the days before. Seeing that trophy on my desk, and how my mom was surprised that I had that award without telling her, how me and my friend laughed at how comical some of the players looked, how it led me to be much more confident.&lt;br /&gt;2 years later, I was awarded &lt;strong&gt;Best Platoon Leader&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then it dawned me, I excelled much better physically.&lt;br /&gt;At graduation, I was 3rd placer in the IQ test.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't all brawns after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this, I'm thankful, no scratch that. Grateful! That amidst the problems I've gone through way back, I got to experience things that would mold me as to what and who I am now.&lt;br /&gt;With the situation I am in now, I think back at the things I did before, received and gave. I was fortunate. And still am.&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for that. For making everything possible *globe?* ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;anyway. the other picture you see there is my character at Tantra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A Deva ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;By the way, to shed some insight on what a my character is about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The Deva tribe calls the east end of the continent as their abode, a picturesque region with a cool climate. This chilly environment is conducive for learning the Mantra Arts (magic) and for preserving the language of the gods.&lt;br /&gt;A great majority of Deva tribesfolk are highly-skilled in deciphering the ancient verses of the gods. They uphold this archaic tradition by recording them in special slates. They also inscribe these writings on their bodies which the Deva’s proudly display as exquisite body art.&lt;br /&gt;Their extraordinary magical powers and high resistance from Mantra attacks are their strengths but they are susceptible to physical attacks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(as told by Tantra's official site)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm currently Level 69 ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-3038453717492178535?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/3038453717492178535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=3038453717492178535&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3038453717492178535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3038453717492178535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/03/brownout.html' title=':: Brownout ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RgKC9lcOLcI/AAAAAAAAADo/YdDfI2rCVYM/s72-c/BenteUno.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1099364078010359313</id><published>2007-03-21T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T14:45:07.244+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Davao Cyber Expo ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rf_lgpqcj7I/AAAAAAAAADI/BR0rUVaVyGw/s1600-h/CyberExpo2007a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044002456780705714" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rf_lgpqcj7I/AAAAAAAAADI/BR0rUVaVyGw/s400/CyberExpo2007a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h4 style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" align="center"&gt;Watch out for CyEx07 - Cyber Expo 2007 this June, 2007&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to expect:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e2Games&lt;/strong&gt; - an inter-cafe WarCraft-DotA tournament for DotA players in Davao! 16 teams from all over Mindanao, supported by 16 gaming cafe's in the city battle it out for big CASH PRIZES, Trophies, and, PRIDE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e2Exhibits&lt;/strong&gt; - a massive computer expo where you can check out the latest digital "stuffs" available today! The exhibit will also showcase some of the best online MMORPG games you can indulge in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e2Creatives&lt;/strong&gt; - an informative seminar on graphics design, video, and animation. This event also hosts a POSTER MAKING contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e2Technical &lt;/strong&gt;- an informative seminar from TESDA Davao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e2LPX&lt;/strong&gt; - (LAN PARTY XTREME) join us in our LAN PARTY! Play with your fellow LP enthusiast. Showcase your pimped-out rigs, and who knows, you might just win the LPX Modding and Performance competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you're the fastest gun in computer assembly, join the SPEED BUILDING contest! Put together a computer as fast as you can and win awesome CyEx07 prizes from our sponsors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e2Music&lt;/strong&gt; - get serenaded, or rock out, to Davao City's top bands! Live bands available throughout and a rocking party after on the last night of the event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many, many more! &lt;/strong&gt;- random prizes, giveaways, raffles. But most importantly, expect a cool GET-TOGETHER with your fellow gaming enthusiasts, designers, technicians, and event parents! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;The said event will be made possible by&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.e2-events.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;e-squared events organizing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact persons for the event:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lester Lawrence "LL" T. Avila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 0921-8411203&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antonio "Tojo" Elmore&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 0919-6112783&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Christopher John "Tope" Cubos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; 0920&lt;/span&gt;-9084722&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Eric Brian M. Te&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 0927-2315820&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Leonardo Paquito "Kitsi" T. Avila VI&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 0918-3835561&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Loving Lim-Jarabelo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 0921-3270200&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Giovanni D. Malundo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;-&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 0917-4089696&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;I'm posting this since one of the organizers is a friend of mine. Was I ever so ecstatic to support this event. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Freebies, freebies, freebies! I'm excited. lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Oh, and it's official, I'm single but not available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;No details, since it's all dramatic bullshit emo crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1099364078010359313?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1099364078010359313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1099364078010359313&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1099364078010359313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1099364078010359313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/06/davao-cyber-expo.html' title=':: Davao Cyber Expo ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rf_lgpqcj7I/AAAAAAAAADI/BR0rUVaVyGw/s72-c/CyberExpo2007a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-5194030049931606690</id><published>2007-03-19T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:18:02.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Centennial post ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It's been months, and now I can celebrate my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;100th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;From this day on, I won't be posting about shitty blabbers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Must shed some insight about stuff going around globally. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If you thought only Apple was able to generate mass hysteria with the pre-launch of the as-yet unavailable iPhone, think again – Google’s rumored Phone could herald yet another mobile phone revolution.&lt;br /&gt;Is there anything Google can’t do? It seems nothing is impossible, and impossible is nothing for the world’s dominant search engine company, who now want to expand into the world of mobile computing, Internet access and telephony with their own branded phone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Said to look similar-ish to the iPhone, with a big widescreen and few buttons, Google wants to bring their software, search, advertising, IM, VoIP and Web 2.0-style apps to a stylish handheld device that plugs you right into everything Google, bringing Google to those even without a computer.&lt;br /&gt;Google’s phone is supposed to be running a version of Linux, uses a touch screen, has Google Talk built-in for instant messaging and VoIP calls, and would have to come with a powerful web browser and mobile versions of Google Apps and other Google software, such as Google Maps, Gmail, Google Calendar and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Built-in Wi-Fi would seem to be a given, although whether or not the phone will be 2.5G (GPRS), 2.75G (EDGE), 3G (UMTS) or 3.5G (HSDPA) is unclear. Bluetooth would be another obvious addition, as would some kind of camera, or even two cameras if video calling will be available. Mp3 and video playback capabilities would also seem to be natural features for Google to include.&lt;br /&gt;One thing is for sure: if Google wants to release their own phone, they have the power to do so, the ability to create the right software environment and the technological know-how required to make the Google Phone a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;by: By Alex Zaharov-Reutt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Can't wait to see the prototype ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Happy 100th post for my precious bloggie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh, about that Blog Party held last Saturday. It was sorta fun. ^_^ Met some cool bloggers. &lt;a href="http://villageidiotsavant.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mr. Dominique&lt;/a&gt; is really nice, he let my friends use the computer he occupied just so they could search and play the Google-lympics. Too bad I didn't win one of those Google-printed shirts. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Google's sole Philippines representative, Ms. Aileen Apolo, was there too, giving an insight on what's the latest on Google and how you can earn money by just doing what we love, blogging. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;The party was filled with a fun session with Mr. Abe from &lt;a href="http://www.yugatech.com/"&gt;Yugatech&lt;/a&gt; and Ms. Janette Toral of &lt;a href="http://www.digitalfilipino.com/"&gt;DigitalFilipino&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I went there with &lt;a href="http://redmoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt; (who hoped he could win the Emptiest Blog award which is why he made a blog which is totally blank), Ced (non-blogger, co-Tantra player), &lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://jonakisses.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jona&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://kristinapearl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pearl&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://bamthegreat.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bam&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;-------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Bought two new shoes yesterday. I've been craving to have new ones coz it's been ages since I last bought a pair, and it was for a friend's debut. :P&lt;br /&gt;I missed posting like this, with different segments.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still learning how to use this AdSense thing. :P I already have $ 0.14 in my account. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-5194030049931606690?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/5194030049931606690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=5194030049931606690&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5194030049931606690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5194030049931606690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/03/its-been-months-and-now-i-can-celebrate.html' title=':: Centennial post ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7374136781314608705</id><published>2007-03-13T17:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T17:43:29.825+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Paranoia ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I think everyone's out to get me. Hayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Over-zealous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Disoriented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7374136781314608705?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7374136781314608705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7374136781314608705&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7374136781314608705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7374136781314608705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/03/paranoia.html' title=':: Paranoia ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8647965257355062287</id><published>2007-03-09T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:49:50.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>:: Tag! ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bamthegreat.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; once again. ^_^ At least I get to post something again :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A - Available/Single? - &lt;/strong&gt;Available, I'd like to think of it as non-commitment type of availability. Available to friends, para iwas gulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B - Best Friend? - &lt;/strong&gt;None. *end*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C - Cake or Pie? - &lt;/strong&gt;Cake, I'm not fond of pies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D - Drink Of Choice? - &lt;/strong&gt;Water, it's healthier. Pero if I want something refreshing *with taste*, any kind of shake will do. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E - Essential Item You Use Everyday? - &lt;/strong&gt;Hanky, phone, lip balm. *nagiging dry lips ko eh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F - Favorite Colour? - &lt;/strong&gt;red. power, passion and life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G - Gummy Bears Or Worms? - &lt;/strong&gt;gummy bears, pero worms will also do, lalo na yung sugar-coated. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H - Hometown? - &lt;/strong&gt;Davao. Durian City! Which, on the contrary is my least favorite fruit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I - Indulgence? - &lt;/strong&gt;Tantra. Blog. Food!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J - January Or February? - &lt;/strong&gt;January, aside from the fact that it's the name of my former crush, January's sort of a new beginning for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K - Kids &amp;amp; Their Names? - &lt;/strong&gt;Err, I don't have any. But if I had the chance to give a kid a name, it would be Avery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L - Life Is Incomplete Without? - &lt;/strong&gt;God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M - Marriage date? - &lt;/strong&gt;no comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N - Number Of Siblings? - &lt;/strong&gt;2. I'm the youngest. hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O - Oranges Or Apples? - &lt;/strong&gt;Oranges, tangier, mas masarap. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P - Phobias/Fears? - &lt;/strong&gt;reptiles, being chased (literally)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q - Favorite Quote? -&lt;/strong&gt; “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R - Reason to Smile? - &lt;/strong&gt;comedic moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S - Season? - &lt;/strong&gt;Summer! Woohoo! to the beach and beyond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;T - Tag people? - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonakisses.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rhicz.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ikay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://salt-scrub.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U - Unknown Fact About Me? - &lt;/strong&gt;I used to be a control freak way back as a kid. I tortured my friends a lot. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V - Vegetable you don't like? - &lt;/strong&gt;Super duper dami to mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W - Worst Habit? - &lt;/strong&gt;Everytime the alarm goes off, I always adjust it to a few more minutes. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X - X-rays You've Had? - &lt;/strong&gt;My spine. During cheerdance practice 3rd year i fell. 5ft. 2 days, I had my back checked and the doc said all's fine but the effect won't show until later. So diretso agad ako sa school to play bball in our intrams. hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y - Your Favorite Food? - &lt;/strong&gt;Chicken adobo and any kind of Sinigang. nyam nyam I'm hungry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z - Zodiac Sign? -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8647965257355062287?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8647965257355062287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8647965257355062287&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8647965257355062287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8647965257355062287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/03/tagged-by-bam-once-again.html' title=':: Tag! ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-195652689404421943</id><published>2007-03-08T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T14:49:45.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Gifted + Looks = WEIRD ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;RULES:&lt;br /&gt;"Each player of this game starts off with ten weird things or habits or little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged must write in a blog of their own ten weird things or habits or little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end you must choose six people to be tagged and list their names. No tagbacks!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Everytime I go to the bathroom, I always bring an encyclopedia. (At least I learn kahit nasa CR ako, hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don't use the public bathroom or any bathroom for that matter unless I'm super malayo from my house. Whenever my stomach acts up, I take a taxi right away pauwi. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I  rarely talk to anyone at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I hear voices in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I don't like Atenistas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Whenever I watch Ghost Fighter (Yuyu Hakusho), my fear of the paranormal, mumu and the likes disappears. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I always see to it that on lists, my name's 7th on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I like to annoy people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I'm some kinda perfectionist. Whenever people talk, pinapakinggan ko kung may mga mali silang terms and I make sure na I correct them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Everytime I go out mag-isa, I always put on a masungit face. I don't know why. Hmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tags &lt;a href="http://semiultrasuperduperbum.blogspot.com/"&gt;Adobobo&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heartsstars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camille&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mindlessholiday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keekee&lt;/a&gt; ,&lt;a href="http://salt-scrub.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mu-si-ke-ra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Musikera&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://smooochies.blogspot.com/"&gt;Yvetskie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-195652689404421943?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/195652689404421943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=195652689404421943&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/195652689404421943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/195652689404421943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/03/gifted-looks-weird.html' title=':: Gifted + Looks = WEIRD ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-2149890473606664614</id><published>2007-03-03T22:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T22:53:00.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Insight ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watching the news last night, I was amazed at how this one guy had caught the attention of the media and the rest of the world with his letter. As the news went on about his letter, you'd be given realization of the things we ought to watch out for and must give importance.&lt;br /&gt;Since his e-mail address was there, I sent him an email regarding that letter the news talked about.&lt;br /&gt;And I was happy to have received a reply from him. Here's what he sent me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you for your email :) Let me share with you the Inquirer article that was written because of that email :)&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Harvey :)&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Youth leader to leave RP if 7 things happen&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;By Tina Arceo-Dumlao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;02/28/2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Link to Article: &lt;a href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/inquirerheadlines/nation/view_article.php?article_id=52046" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;http://newsinfo.inquirer.net&lt;wbr&gt;/inquirerheadlines/nation/view&lt;wbr&gt;_article.php?article_id=52046  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;MANILA, Philippines -- The state of politics in the Philippines is becoming so bad that even the most patriotic of Filipinos like Harvey Keh is considering migrating.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If that happens, it will certainly be a big loss.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The credentials as patriot of the 27-year-old Keh are impeccable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In an open letter posted on the Internet, Keh said that in spite of his love for his country, there were seven possible outcomes of the coming elections that would make him consider leaving the country.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. If former Election Commissioner Virgilio Garcillano of "Hello Garci" infamy wins in his announced bid to become congressman of Bukidnon province.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The opposition says a wiretapped conversation purportedly between Garcillano and President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo is evidence Ms Arroyo stole the 2004 presidential election. Ms Arroyo has denied any wrongdoing.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"We would really be the laughingstock of the whole world if we allowed a man with the reputation of Garci to be one of our so-called 'Honorable Gentlemen,'" Keh said in his open letter titled "What Will Make Me Leave the Philippines." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. If "Dancing Queen" Tessie Aquino-Oreta reclaims her Senate seat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I hope that all of us would still remember that dance that she did during the 2001 impeachment hearings after they voted to overrule the decision of then Chief Justice Hilario Davide. Let us make sure that people like her never make it to the Senate again," said Keh. &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;3. If actor and comedian Richard Gomez is elected senator.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;What does he know about making laws? We already have the likes of Bong Revilla and Lito Lapid in the Senate, and their performance, or the lack of it, would be reason enough not to elect another actor who has no prior experience in government to the distinguished halls of the Senate,&amp;quot; the letter said. \n&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;4. If former senator Gregorio Honasan wins a Senate seat.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I cannot believe that just because someone is charismatic, we will just elect him to become one of our senators despite the fact that he has time and again caused so much instability in our country,&amp;quot; Keh said. &amp;quot;If we want a military junta similar to that of Thailand, then let&amp;#39;s all vote for this guy.&amp;quot; \n&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;5. If Manny Pacquiao becomes congressman of General Santos City.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Everybody loves Manny the Boxing Champ, but Manny the Lawmaker? Let&amp;#39;s be realistic here, Manny is our hero, but I think it takes more than just great boxing skills and a desire to serve to be able to make appropriate laws that would help uplift the lives of the many Filipinos who live in poverty,&amp;quot; he said. \n&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;6. If Sen. Lito Lapid is elected mayor of Makati City.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Lito Lapid as city mayor of the country&amp;#39;s finance and business center?! Do you really think he is from Makati and has good plans for the city?&amp;quot; he asked.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;7. If Ilocos Sur Gov. Luis &amp;quot;Chavit&amp;quot; Singson, who has long been linked to illegal gambling, is elected.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deluge of concern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Keh&amp;#39;s short e-mail has reached the farthest corners of the world, triggering a deluge of responses from Filipinos -- most of whom share his fears.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Since I sent the e-mail on Feb. 14, I have been receiving at least 80 messages a day,&amp;quot; Keh told the Philippine Daily Inquirer. &amp;quot;I spend about two to three hours in front of my computer just answering my mail.&amp;quot; \n",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. If actor and comedian Richard Gomez is elected senator.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"What does he know about making laws? We already have the likes of Bong Revilla and Lito Lapid in the Senate, and their performance, or the lack of it, would be reason enough not to elect another actor who has no prior experience in government to the distinguished halls of the Senate," the letter said. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. If former senator Gregorio Honasan wins a Senate seat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I cannot believe that just because someone is charismatic, we will just elect him to become one of our senators despite the fact that he has time and again caused so much instability in our country," Keh said. "If we want a military junta similar to that of Thailand, then let's all vote for this guy." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. If Manny Pacquiao becomes congressman of General Santos City.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Everybody loves Manny the Boxing Champ, but Manny the Lawmaker? Let's be realistic here, Manny is our hero, but I think it takes more than just great boxing skills and a desire to serve to be able to make appropriate laws that would help uplift the lives of the many Filipinos who live in poverty," he said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. If Sen. Lito Lapid is elected mayor of Makati City.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lito Lapid as city mayor of the country's finance and business center?! Do you really think he is from Makati and has good plans for the city?" he asked.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. If Ilocos Sur Gov. Luis "Chavit" Singson, who has long been linked to illegal gambling, is elected.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deluge of concern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keh's short e-mail has reached the farthest corners of the world, triggering a deluge of responses from Filipinos -- most of whom share his fears.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Since I sent the e-mail on Feb. 14, I have been receiving at least 80 messages a day," Keh told the Philippine Daily Inquirer. "I spend about two to three hours in front of my computer just answering my mail." &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It seems that the letter has really circulated and penetrated almost every Filipino e-group all over the world,&amp;quot; said Keh.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Keh said he was compelled to write an open letter because of the news that Garcillano was going to run in Bukidnon.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Keh, however, said in another e-mail sent following the huge response generated by his first letter that there were still reasons to stay in the Philippines, and Filipinos overseas could do their share by investing in education. \n&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invest in education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;It is in education that Keh finds a brighter future for the Philippines.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;And how much does it cost to invest in the country&amp;#39;s future?&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Not much, according to Keh.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Just $60, he said, could send a Filipino youth leader to a training seminar to help develop better leaders; $100 can buy a complete set of reference materials for a public elementary school library for 2,000 students, and $200 can help send a student to college for one year, as provided by Pathways to Higher Education, which Keh helped put up. \n&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;As long as there are many more Filipinos who are willing to take a risk and invest in our country&amp;#39;s future, then indeed there is still much hope left in the Philippines,&amp;quot; he said.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Credentials&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Keh is executive director of Pathways to Higher Education at the Ateneo de Manila University, an organization that helps less fortunate students gain access to quality higher education in the Philippines.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;\n &lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;He is one of the 20 Young Leaders of Asia cited on the 50th anniversary of the Asia Society, an organization founded in 1956 by John D. Rockefeller III to strengthen relationships and deepen understanding among the peoples of Asia and the United States. \n&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;He is also one of the inaugural Fellows of the Asian Institute of Management&amp;#39;s Mirant Center for Bridging Societal Divides and executive director of Ahon Foundation, which aims to increase Filipino literacy by building libraries across the country. \n",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It seems that the letter has really circulated and penetrated almost every Filipino e-group all over the world," said Keh.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keh said he was compelled to write an open letter because of the news that Garcillano was going to run in Bukidnon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keh, however, said in another e-mail sent following the huge response generated by his first letter that there were still reasons to stay in the Philippines, and Filipinos overseas could do their share by investing in education. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invest in education&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It is in education that Keh finds a brighter future for the Philippines.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And how much does it cost to invest in the country's future?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Not much, according to Keh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just $60, he said, could send a Filipino youth leader to a training seminar to help develop better leaders; $100 can buy a complete set of reference materials for a public elementary school library for 2,000 students, and $200 can help send a student to college for one year, as provided by Pathways to Higher Education, which Keh helped put up. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"As long as there are many more Filipinos who are willing to take a risk and invest in our country's future, then indeed there is still much hope left in the Philippines," he said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Credentials&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keh is executive director of Pathways to Higher Education at the Ateneo de Manila University, an organization that helps less fortunate students gain access to quality higher education in the Philippines.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is one of the 20 Young Leaders of Asia cited on the 50th anniversary of the Asia Society, an organization founded in 1956 by John D. Rockefeller III to strengthen relationships and deepen understanding among the peoples of Asia and the United States. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He is also one of the inaugural Fellows of the Asian Institute of Management's Mirant Center for Bridging Societal Divides and executive director of Ahon Foundation, which aims to increase Filipino literacy by building libraries across the country. &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What&amp;#39;s wrong with this picture? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;He was also concerned about the unusual makeup of the two major political alliances fighting over the 12 seats in the Senate.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;The Team Unity ticket of President Macapagal-Arroyo has former senators Sotto and Aquino-Oreta, who accused Ms Arroyo of cheating their then standard-bearer Fernando Poe Jr. during the 2004 elections.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;On the other hand, Senate President Manuel Villar, who as House Speaker was instrumental in the impeachment of former President Joseph Estrada, is now part of the United Opposition, which is led by Estrada himself.&lt;span&gt;\n &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Now, if you don&amp;#39;t see anything wrong with this picture then you must be one of the many Filipinos who have accepted this very sad reality that there is indeed no permanent ideals that our government leaders stand up for, but rather, they just go where their self-interest can best be served,&amp;quot; Keh said in his e-mail. \n&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;It is this kind of politics [that explains] why I no longer wonder why good people like Ramon Magsaysay Awardee Mayor Jesse Robredo of Naga City or outstanding Bulacan Gov. Josie de la Cruz will find it hard, or worse, never be elected to national positions,&amp;quot; Keh said. \n&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be more vigilant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;Keh appealed to his fellow Filipinos to do their share to shape the outcome of the elections in May.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;I think it is time that Filipinos became more vigilant and critical in selecting our leaders for the sake of our future and the generations that will go beyond us. So I appeal to every Filipino who asks what can I actually do for my country, choose and vote for the right people in the coming elections,&amp;quot; he said. \n&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;p&gt;He appealed to Filipinos in his open letter not to be influenced by candidates on the basis of a catchy jingle or a cute poster.&lt;/p&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&amp;quot;Let us choose leaders who have a good track record for service and who are genuinely committed toward serving our country,&amp;quot; he said.",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's wrong with this picture? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He was also concerned about the unusual makeup of the two major political alliances fighting over the 12 seats in the Senate.&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Team Unity ticket of President Macapagal-Arroyo has former senators Sotto and Aquino-Oreta, who accused Ms Arroyo of cheating their then standard-bearer Fernando Poe Jr. during the 2004 elections.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;On the other hand, Senate President Manuel Villar, who as House Speaker was instrumental in the impeachment of former President Joseph Estrada, is now part of the United Opposition, which is led by Estrada himself.&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Now, if you don't see anything wrong with this picture then you must be one of the many Filipinos who have accepted this very sad reality that there is indeed no permanent ideals that our government leaders stand up for, but rather, they just go where their self-interest can best be served," Keh said in his e-mail. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It is this kind of politics [that explains] why I no longer wonder why good people like Ramon Magsaysay Awardee Mayor Jesse Robredo of Naga City or outstanding Bulacan Gov. Josie de la Cruz will find it hard, or worse, never be elected to national positions," Keh said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be more vigilant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Keh appealed to his fellow Filipinos to do their share to shape the outcome of the elections in May.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I think it is time that Filipinos became more vigilant and critical in selecting our leaders for the sake of our future and the generations that will go beyond us. So I appeal to every Filipino who asks what can I actually do for my country, choose and vote for the right people in the coming elections," he said. &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He appealed to Filipinos in his open letter not to be influenced by candidates on the basis of a catchy jingle or a cute poster.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Let us choose leaders who have a good track record for service and who are genuinely committed toward serving our country," he said.&lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb","&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;\n\n&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can email Harvey Keh at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;harveykeh@gmail.com&lt;/strong&gt;\n &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;- Show quoted text -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;On 3/2/07, &lt;b&gt;Avy Silva&lt;/b&gt; &lt;&lt;a&gt;rockafella.avy@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&gt; wrote:&lt;/span&gt;\n&lt;blockquote&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;I would like to ask you if you wouldn&amp;#39;t mind sending me a copy of the letter?&lt;/div&gt;\n&lt;div&gt;I saw it being featured on TV, and I want to read everything po eh. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can email Harvey Keh at &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="mailto:harveykeh@gmail.com" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;harveykeh@gmail.com&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;While reading this, I was a bit surprised with how I have forgotten these issues that was linked to the said running candidates. Some of them are in fact unworthy of a seat in the senate or any political position.&lt;br /&gt;What do actors know about making laws? To think we voted an undergraduate president just so we could impeach him.&lt;br /&gt;Partly it's the media's fault on why these characters seem flawless of any negative issues.&lt;br /&gt;The crappy fact is that, we're too ignorant of how we should use our rights being under a "democratic" governmment. Sure, we've been given the right to vote but most of the people living here gives their vote in exchange for money.&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE OF THE BLOGOSPHERE! Since we are all computer-literate, why not research on these political figures and candidate, para maiba naman. So we wouldn't just nod in approval of what Mr. Harvey Keh had said, instead let's take action. While we still can. Procrastination is not an option. Remember, the only way we can stop ourselves from commenting on political issues if we make a move. Let's not leave the votes only for those ignorant people. We are one of the higly-intellectual people here in our country, ok para humble pakinggan, we are one of those who are now aware of this situation. Let's use this for the betterment of our country.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Aja!&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;a href="mailto:harveykeh@gmail.com" target="_blank" onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-2149890473606664614?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/2149890473606664614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=2149890473606664614&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2149890473606664614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2149890473606664614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/03/insight_03.html' title=':: Insight ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6416322400790880812</id><published>2007-02-28T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T21:41:56.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Openness ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Are you familiar with some 80's hit songs and those hitmakers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm fond of 80's and 90's music and quite amused with some bands/singers. With their weird hair do's and strange dance moves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Boy George and the Culture Club, now there's that band that had really caught my attention. Actually, kapag naririnig ko yung pangalang yun, si Boy George lang naaalala ko. Hehe. Female-looking face and moving like a conservative-but-pacute girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have you noticed that people from those days had long hair, blondes were mostly sikat. And I'm not just talking about the women. Pati yung mga lalake. They put on make-up too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;One rock band has been famous for their exaggerated looks, KISS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There's Queen too. Buti na nga lang eh sumikat sila. Well, during those days you could actually sell anything to the public anyway. And those transitions weren't the talk of the town. It's their music, the content and the melody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sad to say, nobody thinks like that now. Everytime a band, or a person becomes famous or is being featured on TV, one of the main questions that come to mind is their sexuality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;They've also made categories para ma-identify ang ganitong ugali and impression apart from others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When one talks about something they've been hiding all these years, the listener then thinks, "Wala na bang iba? Don't you have anything juicier?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;That's what people do today, pinipiga ka hanggang sa wala ka nang masabing bagay to satisfy their curiosity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Can't people feel safe in opening up without being ridiculed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Maybe it's insecurity, no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Karma Chameleon, it's a fun song. Listen to it. Daming papasok sa isip mo while singing along to that catchy tune. To think that he's gay but his music, the lyrics. He's not talking in third person. He's not referring to himself as a woman or whatever. Now why can't people talk like that or think like that. And why can't others just accept the fact that people like me are totally different but are at the same time just the same. Hmm, who knows, I might become the next president. And I'll see to it I 'll change the whole perception of homosexuals. (come to think of it, why homo eh pwede namang hetero)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm currently listening to old songs. From Frank Sinatra to Boy George and the Culture Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6416322400790880812?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6416322400790880812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6416322400790880812&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6416322400790880812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6416322400790880812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/02/openness.html' title=':: Openness ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1630298820008562836</id><published>2007-02-26T17:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T20:51:57.439+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Irreplaceable ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've searched the web and we have a winner!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This here's a version of Beyonce's Irreplaceable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So Sick of Neyo had one too, as well as Eamon's F*** it right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At least this one's a bit catchy. Cool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mess444.imeem.com/music/QKDqzXO-/irreplaceable_male_version/"&gt;http://mess444.imeem.com/music/QKDqzXO-/irreplaceable_male_version/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I've been having fun upgrading the level of my character in Tantra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another very disappointing thing from ABS-CBN, making the viewers wait for a gazillion hours just to feature 1/4 of the PBB housemates. Really! I'm just amazed at their marketing skills that they're still able to catch other viewers' attention and promote the show.&lt;br /&gt;Three skinny girls, the one who's mestiza and had that scary looking doll with her is kinda pretty. Hmm, or maybe it's because she's maputi.&lt;br /&gt;Then, you have three guys. The big german guy looks stupid but adorable. With that piercing beside his lip and that weird hair cut. It's funny and kinda frustrating to see him interacting with the other housemates.&lt;br /&gt;There's Ezekiel, that Australian "hottie". Pero he looks dorky.&lt;br /&gt;And that other guy. He's not that eye catching, though he looks kinda gay to me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;I've only caught a glimpse of the show while surfing through channels.&lt;br /&gt;Although the hand cuffing of the housemates had a meaning behind it, it's still so lame.&lt;br /&gt;As I've noticed, the IN thing now are FIL-AMS. And FIL-HILs, translation, Filipinong Hilaw. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To us, pure blooded Filipinos, KUDOS. Let our spirits be unshaken by this degrading of our race. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;a href="http://jaded.rakista.uk.to/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt;, we've only been together for 4 months pa lang. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Edited again--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what I've expected, that big stupid-looking guy on PBB understands English and Tagalog perfectly well. Hay naku! What a pakulo! Toink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1630298820008562836?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1630298820008562836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1630298820008562836&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1630298820008562836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1630298820008562836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/02/irreplaceable.html' title=':: Irreplaceable ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-5847844760575085227</id><published>2007-02-24T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T11:36:24.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: This is it ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today's our final defense on our thesis. Whew, and I'm second on the list. Syet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May all be well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-Edited-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What seemed like hours of waiting only took minutes of standing there in front of three panelists and our administrator. Not much that big of a deal really. I just stood there and read my presentation. After that, the panelists stated the corrections and other stuff. Then voila, I'm out of that room with just a snap of a finger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The food? Well, yung sa foundation day namin, yung manok ang nakalutang sa mantika. This time it's porkchop marinated in oil. And the pansit (whatchamacallit) tasted so maalat/pait. Nakaka-dry. Tapos isang Zest-o juice lang. My ghulay, parang umattend ako ng lamay. I know I should be thankful at may pinakain sila. Pero DAPAT LANG. To think each of us paid 100 pesos only to be fed with that kind of meal. Mas okay pang kumain sa eat-all-you-can or dun sa unlimited rice restos, at least the food ain't that icky. Hahay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll have to pass another copy on Tuesday. Later, at around 6pm I'll be attending a debut. My friend's sister's debut. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;That's about it. Oh, belated happy monthsary pala samin. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-5847844760575085227?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/5847844760575085227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=5847844760575085227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5847844760575085227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5847844760575085227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-is-it.html' title=':: This is it ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-5184233687526467807</id><published>2007-02-20T12:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T12:55:36.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Push the Button ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rdp-3_OCg6I/AAAAAAAAACo/LXgJMEk7iAI/s1600-h/vending.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033475033868174242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 576px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 433px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="378" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rdp-3_OCg6I/AAAAAAAAACo/LXgJMEk7iAI/s400/vending.JPG" width="505" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rdp-lvOCg5I/AAAAAAAAACg/EqV3mOTjjKE/s1600-h/vending.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The title doesn't actually have anything to do with this entry, I just happened to see this sticker caption in the next computer. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I believe most of you have heard Nina's latest and most requested hit, Someday. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The chorus goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Someday, someone's gonna love me.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And here's our version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Someday, somehow anyway..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Someday, down the road.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's kinda corny at first and won't make sense but once you sing it over and over, I bet you you'd laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, our final defense is on Saturday. Hope I make it through with flying rainbow colors hehe. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, I've noticed that I'm being too much of a pilosopa. This realization has just come to me while talking to my ex over the phone. Then I figured, I've been hanging out too much with the guys and you know how things are with guys. Mahilig mag-asaran. Dagdagan pa na one of them is gay, like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rylaicrystalmaiden.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;Giovanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;. Being with them just makes all my sides hurt. My jaws numb through all the halakhak. And with them did we come with those renditions of songs. Someday by Nina is just one of them. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TANTRA UPDATE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;During one of our party hunts, I made a stupid mistake. May sawsaw kasi sa party namin, and when this happens the experience points becomes lesser, and to think it's divided in our party. One of my friends told me to use my Chaya skill, which blocks any opponent's movements. And I didn't hear him when he said that di na lang raw at pabayaan na lang namin yung sawsaw na yun. So ayun, switched on my Player Kill mode and forgot to switch it off. I eventually killed that Deva sawsaw. So there you have it, I've become a killer and now I have to wait till my Karma goes away. For the meantime, I'm just selling some of the items I've used and happened to earn during my hunting spree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You can see my latest predicament. I'm the one with the name Avydootz. The box thing there. ^_^ waiting for someone to buy some of my items.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-5184233687526467807?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/5184233687526467807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=5184233687526467807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5184233687526467807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5184233687526467807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/02/push-button.html' title=':: Push the Button ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rdp-3_OCg6I/AAAAAAAAACo/LXgJMEk7iAI/s72-c/vending.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-3481005584787257409</id><published>2007-02-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T21:35:15.807+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Boink ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's been a while since I last updated and visited some blogs, so here I am. :)&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy, but not with some school works. I've been too caught up with upgrading my character's level in Tantra.&lt;br /&gt;It's fun, but oh how costly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, February 14 was a day filled with unplanned events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the cafe to play for a while, then went to this bar&amp;billiards place where I got to meet new friends.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that they were drinking and so napasubo ako. Good thing I stopped before I dropped. :P&lt;br /&gt;I went back to the cafe to just be with the tropa. Unknowing na paalis na pala sila to eat and tamang tama magsisirado yung kaibigan namin ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;We all walked to the nearest barbeque place. Unfortunately, andaming tao. So we ended up walking to another spot.&lt;br /&gt;My ghulay, every restaurant was booked. Meron ngang isa, we got a table ready, only to find out that naubusan na sila ng pork ang whatchamacallits. Next, eh this new grill restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you, it's definitely not worth eating at this place. It says on their menu that they serve unlimited rice. Pero napag-alaman naming naubusan raw sila ng rice. Thinking that we might as well just wait para makapagsaing uli sila. Pero nung dumating yung order, parang, yung pork barbeque's worth only 3 pesos at our place tapos dun eh parang kalahati lang. We waited for damn too long.&lt;br /&gt; First, for them to attend to us and second for the order.&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, nag-walk out kaming lahat. The place was really unorganized. Hayy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of becoming a food critic someday. :P I'll ban every food place here in Davao with bad service and crappy food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked, AGAIN, to another spot. Buti naman at nakakain kami dun. Then we met up with some of our friends and talked for a bit. After eating, we agreed to go to MTS (Matina Town Square) to just chill and hang out. With &lt;a href="http://katharine-sai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kath&lt;/a&gt;,&lt;a href="http://czarenelmodelle.blogspot.com/"&gt; Renel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rylaicrystalmaiden.blogspot.com"&gt;Giovanne&lt;/a&gt;, Sir Eno, Cedrick and Pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From there, we went to this liblib na bar. :P Me, Kath, Renel and Cedrick were the only ones who felt like going to any bar at that time. Giovanne still wanted to play Tantra, I don't know about Pearl and Sir Eno.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there were a lot of homos out on that night and at that place.&lt;br /&gt;Kath couldn't stop herself from looking at them and laughing. Eh kung makatingin halata talaga kaya ayun, nagtatawanan na lang rin kami. It was a bar/karaoke place kaya ok sa trip ni Renel. Konti lang naman yung nainom namin dun, still it was better than being in a place where there are a lot of people tapos ang sikip sikip pa.&lt;br /&gt;We went home at around 3 in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;I can't say I had fun that day. It was a so-so ocassion. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn PARDS  (the restaurant we went to with super bad service). I wish they'd burn down that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-3481005584787257409?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/3481005584787257409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=3481005584787257409&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3481005584787257409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3481005584787257409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/02/boink.html' title=':: Boink ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-2995055464034603823</id><published>2007-02-05T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:22:31.799+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Part 2 ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Often, I choose to pretend I'm happy so I don't have to explain myself to people who'll never understand."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I hate arguing, I hate talking endlessly about something when I know that I can never make them understand. It's like teaching a cow how to bark. That hard. I don't like talking to people who are fixated and are narrow-minded. I hate wasting my time on people who doesn't have an inkling on what I'm talking about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like it when people tends to butt in and talks about another different thing. I'd rather write things down where no one can actually interrupt me. I guess, no matter how I try to improve myself on talking, I'll always be the listener type of person. Better that than nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I hate about myself is that when I begin to get my point straight, I tend to talk in circles. Therefore, confusing myself and my reader or the one I'm talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten used to procrastinating. I cram most of the time. Whenever there's a work that's supposed to be done, I tend to work on it the day or 2 days before the deadline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-2995055464034603823?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/2995055464034603823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=2995055464034603823&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2995055464034603823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2995055464034603823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/02/part-2.html' title=':: Part 2 ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-5916218385039255003</id><published>2007-02-02T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T20:19:40.537+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libak'/><title type='text'>:: My Inner Daily Ramblings ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I can be really annoying if I want to. I tend to too much of a critic. I mock those who are out of style, super jologs, goofy looking and are down right stupid. I know, I'm not someone has that much of a fashion sense, nor am I good looking and owning a super high IQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Every little thing I notice that has some bad impression I quickly comment on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Self-confessed meanie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I know there are those who are much worse than me when it comes to judging people. The thing is, once I sense this negative aura from someone, that impression stays and so I conclude on that person's behavior and personality as a whole. Funny, but this sort of things keeps me away from people na walang magagawang mabuti sa akin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Sometimes, when people reach out to me I often look irritated. That's because I could be either doing something that I'm actually focusing on or I'm just not in the mood to talk. I scream, so loud, I shout! But only in my head. I find myself staring at the person or just looking at what I'm doing, but in my mind, I'm already screaming like mad. I start saying words that are contain explicit contents. I start talking about of how many times that person has become so annoying to me. Ganun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;If only my glares were daggers, then you would then be long dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I tend to cram. When people ask me to do something, I ask first when would be it's deadline. And just before that day would I then work on it. And if I can't comply with the task, I'd make up stupid excuses or just tell the whole truth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't like it when people take the friendship we have for granted. Like, I have this e-loading business and they'd ask me to reload their accounts and persist that they'd pay the next day. When I know for a fact, iilagan nila ako. Just so they can't pay or just keep on saying "oo na. mamaya." As if they're the ones na maiipit. Galit pa kung makapagsalita. Ayoko ng ganun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Like, last night, Vanessa kept calling at home looking for me. Of course late na ako umuuwi so if people would want to reach me, text na lang. Then I was sleeping ever so soundly kaninang umaga, only to be awakened by a phone call. Magpapa-load raw siya. Of course, the third paragraph happens but I simply told her wala pa akong pang-load. And as I tried to go back to sleep, wala na. Di na uli ako makatulog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm selfish when it comes to food. I don't share. Pero malakas akong manghingi. Tulad rin sa pangongopya, malakas akong mangopya pero kapag ako hiningan mo ng sagot wala kang makukuha sakin kapag di pa ako tapos sa pagsagot sa paper ko. You better let me finish or else magsusuplada ako. Rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The reason why I wrote this is because I have a segment here about my inner daily ramblings. The people mentioned there have read everything I wrote about them and some of the people we know. Tinakot nila ako, saying they would exact their revenge by posting about me on their blogs too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;*when in fact I know they're too lazy to do that and some has already accepted those truths*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;They told me that I should also write those negative things about me. So here it is. I wanted to explain to them that if one tries to tell something negative about oneself, one would find it hard to comment furthermore. Because at the back of that person's mind is a force trying to stop oneself from actually telling it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;But hey, I'm trying hard here. And I'll update as soon as I contemplate more on things. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-5916218385039255003?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/5916218385039255003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=5916218385039255003&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5916218385039255003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5916218385039255003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-can-be-really-annoying-if-i-want-to.html' title=':: My Inner Daily Ramblings ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6549943847883337521</id><published>2007-01-29T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T14:59:21.851+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: I'm It ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Tagged by &lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is how you do it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Please go to  &lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.paulsadowski.com/birthday.asp&lt;/a&gt; and enter your birthdate (&lt;strong&gt;Month&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Day&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Year&lt;/strong&gt;) in the text box provided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then click “&lt;strong&gt;Submit&lt;/strong&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Results will then be displayed containing lots of information about your birthdate. What to take from here? take your: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date of conception&lt;/strong&gt;, scroll down a little bit then take the list of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrities who share your birthday&lt;/strong&gt; and also the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top songs in your birth year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Now let’s go to the name’s meaning generator tool. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Please go to &lt;a href="http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.paulsadowski.com/Numbers.asp&lt;/a&gt; and enter your &lt;strong&gt;full name&lt;/strong&gt; in the text box provided.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then click “&lt;strong&gt;Submit&lt;/strong&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Results will then be displayed containing lots of information about your name. What to take from here? take your: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What your first name means &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;sometimes no meaning is given so you may skip it if that’s the case&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your number&lt;/strong&gt; and also&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your number’s characteristics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your inner dream number&lt;/strong&gt; plus the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meaning of your inner dream number&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;My results: for November 6, 1987&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Your date of conception&lt;/span&gt; was on or about 13 February 1987 which was a Friday. (wait, parang birthdate toh ni Tina, except for the year)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Celebrities who share your birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" border="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pat Tillman (1976)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Rebecca Romijn-Stamos (1972)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ethan Hawke (1970)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maria Shriver (1955)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Glenn Frey (1948)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sally Field (1946)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mike Nichols (1931)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walter Perry Johnson (1887)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;James Naismith (1861)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;John Philip Sousa (1854)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never really liked Ethan Hawke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Top songs of 1987&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;table style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" border="0" width="600"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Faith+George+Michael%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Faith by George Michael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Livin%27+On+a+Prayer+Bon+Jovi%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Livin' On a Prayer by Bon Jovi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Alone+Heart%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Alone by Heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=With+or+Without+You+U2%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;With or Without You by U2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=La+Bamba+Los+Lobos%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;La Bamba by Los Lobos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=I+Wanna+Dance+with+Somebody+Whitney+Houston%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;I Wanna Dance with Somebody by Whitney Houston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Nothing%27s+Gonna+Stop+Us+Now+Starship%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now by Starship&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=I+Still+Haven%27t+Found+What+I%27m+Looking+For+U2%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;I Still Haven't Found What I'm Looking For by U2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=Didn%27t+We+Almost+Have+It+All+Whitney+Houston%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;Didn't We Almost Have It All by Whitney Houston&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/redirect.html?link_code=ur2&amp;tag=holidaypages&amp;amp;camp=1789&amp;creative=9325&amp;amp;location=/gp/search%3F%26index=music%26keywords=I+Knew+You+Were+Waiting+Aretha+Franklin+&amp;+George+Michael%26_encoding=UTF8"&gt;I Knew You Were Waiting by Aretha Franklin &amp;amp; George Michael&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know most of the songs, it's funny how some of the songs interpret what I'm feeling right now)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Results for Name Generator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What your first name means&lt;/span&gt;: Rebellious, bitter (shocking!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your number is:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;3&lt;br /&gt;(i'll add this other infos which are somehow true)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;An Expression of 3 produces a quest for destiny with words along a variety of lines that may include writing, speaking, singing, acting or teaching; our entertainers, writers, litigators, teachers, salesmen, and composers. You also have the destiny to sell yourself or sell just about any product that comes along. You are imaginative in your presentation, and you may have creative talents in the arts, although these are more likely to be latent. You are an optimistic person that seems ever enthusiastic about life and living. You are friendly, loving and social, and people like you because you are charming and such a good conversationalist. Your ability to communicate may often inspire others. It is your role in life to inspire and motivate; to raise the spirits of those around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The negative side of number 3 Expression is superficiality. You may tend to scatter your forces and simply be too easygoing. It is advisable for the negative 3 to avoid dwelling on trivial matters, especially gossip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The characteristics of #3 are: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Expression, verbalization, socialization, the arts, the joy of living. (so-so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Soul Urge number is:&lt;/b&gt; 7 (wow! seven!)&lt;br /&gt;(added info lang)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;With a number 7 Soul Urge you are very fond of reading, and retreating to periods of being alone and away from the disruptions of the outer world. You like to dream and develop you idealistic understandings, to study and analyze, to gain knowledge and wisdom. You may be too laid back and withdrawn to really succeed in the business world, and you will be much more comfortable in circumstances that are tolerant of your reserve, your analytical approach, and your desire to use your mind rather than your physical being. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You are very timid around people that you don't know very well, so much so at times that casual conversation and social situations can be strained. You tend to repress your emotions to the extend that some people have a good bit of difficult understanding you. You tend to be very selective with friends and you don't easily adapt to new environments or to new people very quickly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The negative traits of the 7 include becoming too much the introvert and isolated from others. *this definitely hit home*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Inner Dream number is:&lt;/b&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meaning of your Inner dream number: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You dream of being totally free and unrestrained by responsibility. You see yourself conversing and mingling with the natives in many nations, living for adventure and life experiences. You imagine what you might accomplished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, I'm tagging &lt;a href="http://potsquared.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pot&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heartsstars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camille&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://transitions-in-effect.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://karlaloveschocolate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://potsquared.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;a href="http://deannerocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deanne.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank you Tina, if it weren't for you I wouldn't have anything to post for today. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6549943847883337521?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6549943847883337521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6549943847883337521&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6549943847883337521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6549943847883337521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/01/im-it.html' title=':: I&apos;m It ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-2595579826823738173</id><published>2007-01-26T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:17:14.189+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Tantra ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rbn72zmV4eI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PdHiXYK-UOo/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024323778291032546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rbn72zmV4eI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PdHiXYK-UOo/s320/2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rbn6_TmV4dI/AAAAAAAAACI/XzThzl817wM/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024322824808292818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rbn6_TmV4dI/AAAAAAAAACI/XzThzl817wM/s320/1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Recently, I've been too caught up between my OJT and my thesis. I'm getting pretty much tired and so I often tell my boss that I won't be coming in for a few days since I'm busy working on my thesis, NOT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, I became amused with this new game my friends are now hooked on. Wala na kasi akong mga kalaro sa DotA, they're all into Tantra kaya napasali na rin ako. I like my 2nd character, an archer. I'm so confident with my character since I totally adore archers, I'm an avid greenarchers fan too. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My character is an Asura. Coming from a Hindu mythology, the Asura are a group of power-seeking deities, sometimes misleadingly referred to as demons. They were opposed to the devas. Both groups are children of Kasyapa. The name is cognate to Aesir, which implies a common Proto-Indo-European origin for the Asura and the Aesir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, I'm interested in different kinds of mythologies too. Whether Roman, Greek (wherein most gods and goddesses are confused with the Romans), Norse, Celtic, Asian and the like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;May mango float sa bahay, I guess I'll be munching on those later. Wee. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-2595579826823738173?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/2595579826823738173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=2595579826823738173&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2595579826823738173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2595579826823738173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/01/tantra.html' title=':: Tantra ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/Rbn72zmV4eI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PdHiXYK-UOo/s72-c/2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7406248421659582177</id><published>2007-01-22T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:40:52.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: happiness ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;I've constantly been looking for this thing called happiness. Fulfillment. Satisfaction. It seems there's always this emptiness, a hole that needs to be filled. With something. I'm not quite certain if it is with something, or someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am on a search, to find answers to this inquisitive mind of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La dee dah, dee dah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7406248421659582177?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7406248421659582177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7406248421659582177&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7406248421659582177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7406248421659582177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/01/happiness.html' title=':: happiness ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1696254617775511350</id><published>2007-01-21T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T00:21:26.117+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Happy Monthsary ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Warning!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;May induce vomitting, please have your paper bags ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-b6.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="site=widget-b6.slide.com&amp;channel=288230376154468534&amp;amp;cy=be&amp;il=1"&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;tt=16&amp;amp;amp;amp;cy=be&amp;ad=1&amp;amp;id=288230376154468534&amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b6.slide.com/p1/288230376154468534/be_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?sk=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;tt=16&amp;cy=be&amp;amp;ad=1&amp;id=288230376154468534&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-b6.slide.com/p2/288230376154468534/be_t016_v000_a001_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sorry kung di ako nagparamdam buong araw, basta alam mo na kung ano yung sinabi ko sayo. Ingat lagi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1696254617775511350?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1696254617775511350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1696254617775511350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1696254617775511350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1696254617775511350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/01/happy-monthsary.html' title=':: Happy Monthsary ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-3120971006241159196</id><published>2007-01-19T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T15:01:24.135+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: experiments ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm currently working on these, just click on the links and kindly tell me what you think is better.  ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/4.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/11-2.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/simple.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/simple1.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/simple2.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/B.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/C.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/D.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/E.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/F.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/G.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/H.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/J.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/I.gif&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;note: though everything looks the same, may slight changes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-3120971006241159196?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/3120971006241159196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=3120971006241159196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3120971006241159196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3120971006241159196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/01/experiments.html' title=':: experiments ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-382876619753713791</id><published>2007-01-18T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T16:27:59.887+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: AGLOCO ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I recently joined &lt;strong&gt;AGLOCO&lt;/strong&gt; because of a friend recommended it to me. I am now promoting it to you because I like the idea and I want you to share in what I think will be an exciting new Internet concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGLOCO&lt;/strong&gt;’s story is simple:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize how valuable you are? Advertisers, search providers and online retailers are paying billions to reach you while you surf.  How much of that money are you making? NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGLOCO&lt;/strong&gt; thinks you deserve a piece of the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGLOCO&lt;/strong&gt; collects money from those companies on behalf of its members. (For example, Google currently pays AOL 10 cents for every Google search by an AOL user. And Google still has enough profit to pay $1.6 billion dollars for YouTube, an 18-month old site full of content that YouTube’s users did not get paid for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGLOCO&lt;/strong&gt; will work to get its Members their share of this and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGLOCO&lt;/strong&gt; is building a new form of online community that they call an Economic Network. They are not only paying Members their fair share, but they’re building a community that will generate the kind of fortune that YouTube. But instead of that wealth making only a few people rich, the entire community will get its share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the catch? No catch - no spyware, no pop-ups and no spam - membership and software are free and&lt;strong&gt; AGLOCO&lt;/strong&gt; is 100% member owned. Privacy is a core value and &lt;strong&gt;AGLOCO&lt;/strong&gt; never sells or rents member information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And if you're interested, you can click on this link here ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.agloco.com/r/BBBP0555"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.agloco.com/r/BBBP0555&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-382876619753713791?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/382876619753713791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=382876619753713791&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/382876619753713791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/382876619753713791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/01/agloco.html' title=':: AGLOCO ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8090178883801727653</id><published>2007-01-15T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:58:17.771+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Thank God ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After forty eight years of waiting for the blogger main page to load completely, finally, finally.. I am logged in. It's like I've been away from my home. Hayy, what a relief it is to know I can blog again. I got a bit annoyed at the connection thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, good thing I've written something while I was &lt;em&gt;busy&lt;/em&gt; watching the boob tube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Some TV commercials are somehow funny. Annoying too cheesy, but still it's funny. Well, funny enough for me to think of other things that would actually happen other than what was presented on the commercial. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The day I read about Ely Buendia's (Eraserheads frontman)  sudden heart attack made my heart stop for like, 2 seconds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But good thing God has shown once again his great power, as He helped Ely recover from that heart-breaking situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was never a band-fan, neither was I prone on getting highly addicted to a group of guys strumming, drumming and singing along. But this guy, this guy Ely is truly a remarkable person. He has been a highly respected icon and is still one too. And I know myself, I only give recognition and appreciation to those who really deserve it. I know talent, I know soul, and this guy is packed with a lot of it. He has made a very huge impact to the industry as well as to me. With his raw and as-if-just-a-conversation type of songs, who wouldn't take another peek at them, the immortal Eraserheads. His compositions has raised and made potential and worthy up and coming bands. He has contributed so much to the music industry. It was devastating to know of Eraserhead's disbandment, but I guess we'll just have to understand and support  whatever their decision was. Though, it was relieving enough to hear and see him still performing and producing more songs for the entire nation, heck, even for the world to hear. May God Bless you more Mr. Ely Buendia. God still wants you to touch more lives and influence those youngsters with your kind of talent. He wants you more to be just than an icon. Indeed, you are a force to be reckoned with. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've started on my On tje Job Training at a friend's shop. I'm based on Graphics Design. It's really embarassing, but I don't have that much strong background on designs and stuff. Hayy, I need to improve. Aja to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know you missed me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8090178883801727653?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8090178883801727653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8090178883801727653&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8090178883801727653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8090178883801727653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-god.html' title=':: Thank God ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-717992969934397329</id><published>2007-01-08T12:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T12:40:06.044+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Thank You note ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is a Thank You post to all those who happens to pass through here. For those who finds enough time to just read whatever it is I blab about and for those who were consistent in commenting on my posts. A big hug, and a gazillion (if there ever was) thank yous!.. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just recently, I received an email from my Tita. My ever childhood nightmare. As a kid, I was so afraid of her. Forget the boogeymans, forget the ghouls and ghosts. She was far more the worst experience ever. Although I must admit that this was because I've been one bad kid before. She had had fights with my other uncle and with my mom because of me. She was the spanking-type to implement discipline. I've suffered roughly before, but being the quiet kid I never said anything since it was part my fault anyway. Bruises and wounds, that's what I got. It was discipline. As a kid, it was torture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;But we got along well now. Remember from my orevious post, about me taking care of my tita at the hospital? It's her. I often tell myself that because of those things she did to me before she's paying for it now. I thought that if anyone messed with me, they'd end up like her. But then, I realized that it was a really mean thing to say and that I've come to know the bubbky-weird tita I never knew. I was a bit surprised to know that she has a Friendster account (and yes, she added me).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And because of all this crashed internet connection thing, I blogged at Friendster. The 2 posts before this were what I wrote at Friendster. And within a couple of days after posting them, I checked my mails and i was really surprised (as in to the max), that she emailed me. The subject was "Galing mo darl". I was a bit hesitant to read the email since it kinda gave that mocking impression on me. I thought that maybe I did something wrong and she will yet again reprimand me. But I still read it, imagine my amazement to what she wrote..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Hi Darl.Read ur blog at friendster, and gosh was I surprisedto know ur talent in writing! Very good!!! Do continue exploring the horizon, and right you are, be a better you!I did try posting a comment at friendster but the connection isnt that good and so I just emailed u tolet u know that I am so proud of u.....do hope this wont get to ur head ha! A swollen head wont get u nowhere, always maintain a low profile. As it is you've come along way and Im so glad at your progress.Just bear in mind that being in good in whatever u do is coupled with spiritual backup, dont forget that! Do good always, listen to your mom and to everyone who wants u to be a fine young lady. And dont forget Darl that even when I do go occasionally get mad at u, uknow that I will always love u. Remember that! U may think that u are always the butt of my anger but u know its for your own good. K? Till the next email....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tita Guapa (Hehehe)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I literally shouted, being in a room with my friends, with utter amazement and gladness. It's little things like this that makes me feel a whole lot better. Knowing that at least I've been doing something right. Happy shalalala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So in conclusion, love is a physical thing. Hehe. So expect a lot of beating from me, just so you'll know how I feel for you. Hehe. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-717992969934397329?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/717992969934397329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=717992969934397329&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/717992969934397329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/717992969934397329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/01/thank-you-note_08.html' title=':: Thank You note ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8517733299118600764</id><published>2007-01-03T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:07:36.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: What A Journey It Has Been ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm proud to say that I can now vote. What a journey it has been, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; informed me at about 10 am &lt;strong&gt;Decemeber 30&lt;/strong&gt; that THAT was the last day for the registration for a voter's id. I got up and ready so fast, my mom even scolded me about why I didn't register earlier. I couldn't answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, so we were there at the Magsaysay Park, where I swore never to go back to since the area was really dangerous. I mean, with all those hooligans living near there. We saw tons of kids our age there, waiting for something and so we lined up too. Not knowing which District was which. From here on, I have wanted to complain about the unorganized system of the Comelec. They handed out forms and the people acted all crazy, grabbing each paper they could see, as if it was money that was being given away. Me and Tina decided to NOT continue on for that day, since one of the police officers said that there were no more applicaton forms. As we walked away, bearing in mind that we will return the next day, we wondered that how can they run such a system and tell the people that there weren't any more forms when in fact the working citizens here in Davao has been paying and contributing so much. How can they not have enough budget for this sorts of things. I told Tina, there was a conspiracy behind all this. (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;December 31, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't sleep at all, I got dressed at around 1:30 am. Supposedly I was going to eat at Beiah's house, unfortunately my mom told me it was too risky to go out that early, and so I just lied down and watched TV. I left at about 4:30 am. I went to Tina's house so we could go together along with her friend (who by the way wa a really big help to us). Seeing from afar, people had already piled (take note, not line, but pile) up. Waiting for the gates of the park to open. When it's strictly supposed to open at 8:00 am. We waited there for about 3 hours. Good thing it wasn't that hot and being small is a great thing since I could just easily use a taller person as my shade. (hehe). I didn't have anything to eat that day, so i munched on some fresh mints Tina had with her. While standing there, in a crooked line, there were a lot of annoying people there, cracking unsolicited jokes and talking as if there was no tomorrow. My ghulay! Buti na lang I kept my composure, else I would've screamed my head off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The gates opened and people were like, running towards the office. Running like mad, as if there was a Tsunami phenomena. Really, if you were only there, you can see how stupid people really are. We walked normally, looking for any line. And so we got in the line as well. Waiting, under the slowly burning rays of the sun, for our turn to get the forms. May sumingit, some pushed and some were just plain unhygienic. Haven't they ever heard of a deodorant? A body spray perhaps? We had to be persistent in getting a form. But I was too weak to continue on with all the standing and smelling of those horrendous scents. Syet. Mix dog poo and a pig sty plus a sweaty underarm right beside you. Who would stand such unsanitary situation. Anyway, I told Tina I couldn't breathe anymore since it was already suffocating to just be in there. Iniipit na kasi nila kami, to think we have the bodies of a kid! No mercy talaga. I looked for the nearest canteen, I figured I was getting dehydrated. Tina joined me after a few minutes, I guess she couldn't stand it too. We strolled around for a bit and went back to see how the line went. Kumonti na lang yung tao, because this certain police officer said there weren't any more forms, naubos na raw. So ayun konti na lang, but I remembered what had happened the day before, yun lagi nila sinasabi just so they can get rid of the other people. How rude! So ayun, nakipila na kami, kapalan na ng mukha, although di pa rin ako nakipagsiksikan ever, I don't want any foul stench sticking on my shirt noh, as well as greasy arms. Eww. We got the forms, filled it up and passed it.&lt;br /&gt;What a journey it has been talaga. After that, I got my hair cut. Went to Church for Sunday mass. Went home. Slept for 30 minutes and went to church again, this time with the family for the New Year mass. Got home, ate and slept a bit. What a way to celebrate the last day of 2006 and to start of with 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 01, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;. Went to our cousin's house and nakikain. I ate everything I could put in my stomach. Everything looked so yummy. Fortunately, di pa naman ako tumataba. Hehe. The offered me some wine too, to which I hesitantly accepted. Nung Christmas pa kasi nila ako pinapainom nun. Masarap. I didn't get the name of the wine though. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 03, 2007&lt;/strong&gt;. Went back to Magsaysay to have my picture taken para sa voter's id thing. And luckily, konti lang talaga ang tao, as in mabibilang mo lang. I worried before that the place would be swarmed by the same smelly folks and my preppy look would be ruined, pero hindi. Wahahaha. Everything went smoothly, I still had to make Tina come with me, kasi wala lang, para may kasama ako. Hehe. An optimist and a pessimist. After everything we've been through, I've realized that it wasn't the Comelec's system that was the only one at fault, but of the people there as well, shoving, yelling and acting like monkeys. Truly we are Pinoy. We went to school afterwards, chatting with the teachers. Talking about the OJT(On the Job Training). I had them make me a form for applying as an OJT at link2support. hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indeed, it has been a remarkable day. I feel so blessed and lucky. It is the year of the pig, but I don't care about that. All I care about is the fact that it's the year 2007. 7.. siyete.. pito.. Seven. My favorite number. A starting point of my career, spiritual and psychological growth. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Be a better me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8517733299118600764?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8517733299118600764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8517733299118600764&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8517733299118600764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8517733299118600764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-journey-it-has-been.html' title=':: What A Journey It Has Been ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8749902061007198242</id><published>2007-01-02T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T21:03:56.731+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Freakin Internet Connection ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This earthquake that happened in Taiwan had disrupted all possible internet connection here in the Philippines. How unfortunate for us bloggers to not use Blogger services due to this natural cause. Reports said that several Undersea Cables were cut. The earthquake struck Taiwan at 10:26pm on Tuesday - exactly the second anniversary of the deadly Asian tsunami, there were even warnings by seismologists that giant waves will hit the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nomad4ever.com/search/Philippines" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;. This fortunately didn’t happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, I had come to a decision that I'll be blogging here in Friendster for a while until all connections are well and restored. Sheesh. Friendster's like so fast in loading, it really amazed me. Huwwaaattt!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what a way to start a brand new year! I've noticed that almost everyone at home had the flu. (Unfortunately, I caught it too) Hey! It rhymes. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, I was checking on my friend's phone, and I wondered why there weren't any messages in her inbox. To which she said that it was to sort of a way para salubungin ang bagong taon. So, away with the old messages and in with the new. Starting January 2007. I've also deleted every message left in my inbox. And as this new year had begun, a lot of thank you and sorry messages had been passed to everyone. It really is funny how we only realize to start thanking and apologizing to everyone just as the year ends.&lt;br /&gt;But there was this message that struck me the most, amidst all the messages I've received this year. I'd keep it. It was from Beiah, a dear friend of mine. ^_^ Biyah!! Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;Her messages goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darl, magdrama lang ko kadali ha (Darl, magdrama muna ako ha) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that I'm very thankful having you around. You always help me, rescue me and inspire me in times when I badly need someone to mend my aching heart. There were times that I disappointed you and I'm sorry for that. I hope what we had in the past year will grow lovelier not only this year but forever. I VALUE YOU a lot and I just don't wanna lose one true friend like you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Boinky year. :) _beiah_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why post it? Because, I want myself to reflect on the things I've done the past year. I've gotten myself involved in a lot of things. Dragged by my friends here and there. Just so I can accompany them or help them in doing something. Though I sometimes complain on why they always ask me to do things, it's not because I'm the only one they can push around. It's a matter of thinking how they treasure you and regard you as someone who can be depended on. Someone responsible, though I've never been really that responsible. It's nice to know that someone thanks you for the things, even the smallest ones, that you've done or do for them.&lt;br /&gt;This year, I have no other resolution but to be a better me. Since I don't want to be stuck on following a list of what nots and other stuff, I'd rather just keep in mind that I should do better, if not the best, make it be for what's better. Life is full of surprises, and as how I see it, I've grown (not physically) but spiritually and mentally throughout the past years. This year will be a bit more fruitful. The mind is a very powerful thing, and so I'm setting it to a more positive outlook and strong grasp in everything that'll come my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is what you make it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8749902061007198242?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8749902061007198242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8749902061007198242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8749902061007198242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8749902061007198242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2007/01/freakin-internet-connection.html' title=':: Freakin Internet Connection ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7520614805735346175</id><published>2006-12-26T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T14:44:47.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: new internet explorer ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RZDCQJWIBgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/85udLjRK_pc/s1600-h/internetexplorer.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012719967905777154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="266" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RZDCQJWIBgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/85udLjRK_pc/s320/internetexplorer.JPG" width="437" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just as how Yahoo has been copying Google, and Friendster from Myspace, the IE (internet explorer) has it's other version. Just like the Firefox Mozilla. It consists of tabs and shiny buttons (hehe). The image you see here is made possible through this option called "Quick Tabs", wherein you can actually see just in one page all the pages in your tabs. Cool. Faster too. Iba pa rin ang orig. I'd still go for Mozilla Firefox, it's much safer. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is one holiday techie update for this blog. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've caught a flu. This only happens like 8 times in a decade. Yeah, it's so rare. Good thing I don't have a fever, or else I'd be all grumpy and stuff. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm looking forward to another year of renewal and forgiveness. I don't have any New Year's resolution since I can't do most of the things I put in there. I'm simply keeping in my mind that the coming new year will be the start of a fresh, might-be-rocky journey and fun-filled learnings for me. And even though our ever dearest Mayor Duterte has prohibited the use of fireworks and the like here in our city, we can still shout our hearts out para naman makapag-ingay. It's a good excuse for the people around you to think that you're not insane. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7520614805735346175?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7520614805735346175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7520614805735346175&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7520614805735346175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7520614805735346175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-internet-explorer.html' title=':: new internet explorer ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RZDCQJWIBgI/AAAAAAAAAB8/85udLjRK_pc/s72-c/internetexplorer.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8578695927725579509</id><published>2006-12-25T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T11:32:39.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10th station</title><content type='html'>Welcome to the 10th station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Here's an assurance from your one and only angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/6361/dsc02168hm4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img117.imageshack.us/img117/6361/dsc02168hm4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... go back to your angel for the 11th message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas everyone!&lt;/img="http:&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8578695927725579509?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8578695927725579509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8578695927725579509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8578695927725579509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8578695927725579509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/12th-station.html' title='10th station'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-4596536151940010596</id><published>2006-12-24T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T14:21:20.197+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Happy Holidays ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was kinda hesitant about updating for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Honestly, I can't feel the season right now. It's kinda empty. We greet each other pero there's this hole, a blank mark with those greetings. It just doesn't feel right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have completed the Misa de Gallo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Something's just not right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hayy, may kulang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another sad Christmas for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-4596536151940010596?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/4596536151940010596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=4596536151940010596&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/4596536151940010596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/4596536151940010596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays.html' title=':: Happy Holidays ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1760345850036130013</id><published>2006-12-21T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:09:51.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: overtime ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have to be at my Tita's office tomorrow for their Christmas party. She says there'll be teens there too so it wouldn't be too awkward for me. And I have to present something just in case her officemates decides to have an intermission shitty thing during their "program".&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I was a kid, I've been spending most of my free time at my Tita's office (DTI). Her friends there adored me *humble*. Being a kid, wala pa akong hiya nun. If they told me to dance, I would or do something that kids do that adults found cute and entertaining. Now, I'm at that age where just by mentioning what I did before would make me turn red with embarassment. But my tita had me picture out the situation for tomorrow. That if I refused or will be OA and turn away her friends would say "Ano ba yang pamangkin ni Nemia.. and blah blah blah. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now, I'm watching Justin Timberlake's music video, My Love. And yeah, you got that right, that's what I would be performing tomorrow. The moves are freakin hard but I have to exert that extra effort for tomorrow. And if I can't seem to follow all the steps, I've made sure I have that Totoy Bibo song ready just in case. Oh, and that Boom Tarat Tarat too. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;and if you'd excuse me, I have to go back to my dancing. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lovely evening ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1760345850036130013?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1760345850036130013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1760345850036130013&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1760345850036130013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1760345850036130013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/overtime.html' title=':: overtime ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6193687723466459609</id><published>2006-12-20T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T21:21:33.194+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: here it is ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RYkz1pWIBfI/AAAAAAAAABw/kODdWn56bzM/s1600-h/A-032.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010593057151124978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RYkz1pWIBfI/AAAAAAAAABw/kODdWn56bzM/s320/A-032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Here's my sister and me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember, she's OLDER than me. *hehe*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After the morning mass, I slept after eating. And woke up at exactly 3:12pm. Too early right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, while eating my lunch/merienda. My uncle comes to the kitchen and says something about an accident. My cousin was beside me, reading his magazines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle&lt;/strong&gt;: Grabe, may banggaan dun sa tapat ng Davao Light. Isang taxi, multicab at motor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt;(my cousin): Talaga? Sino may kasalanan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle&lt;/strong&gt;: (still talking about how &lt;em&gt;grabe&lt;/em&gt; the incident was)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron: &lt;/strong&gt;may namatay ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle&lt;/strong&gt;: Oo meron. Grabe talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaron&lt;/strong&gt;: Oh? ilan? (anxious)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uncle&lt;/strong&gt;: Tatlo, yung makina ng taxi, multicab at nung motor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wooo, let's all give a big round of applause for my dear uncle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hate this guy sitting right next to me. He's so obnoxious. And his hygiene doesn't even help at all too. He often shoves me (accidentally), I look at him and he doesn't apologize. Plus, he's so loud. Bullcrap, I wanna throw him out of this cafe. I really want to stab something super sharp at his back right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Grrrrrr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh, it's our 2nd monthsary. Me and my special someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Happy Monthsary to my no. 1 fan. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6193687723466459609?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6193687723466459609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6193687723466459609&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6193687723466459609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6193687723466459609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/here-it-is.html' title=':: here it is ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RYkz1pWIBfI/AAAAAAAAABw/kODdWn56bzM/s72-c/A-032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-4746695307594431715</id><published>2006-12-18T19:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T19:53:29.134+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Boink ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What if I told you I have a twin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a sister. An older one to be exact *by two years*. We kinda look so much alike that we're referred to as twins. The resemblance is just so astonishing. Only, she has longer and curlier hair. She's also smaller than me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, out of the blue my brother wanted me, my sister and him to meet at the Coffee Monster. And to my utmost surprise, he treated us out for a snack. Which, according to 19 years of history, he hasn't done that, like EVER. And just that day, us three bonded. Although we didn't talk like the way a chicken clucks. Me and my brother doesn't talk that much anyway, only about computer stuff. Then my sister, umm, she's funny. Somehow, it scares me whenever ai hear her laugh or even speak, it's as if I'm actually talking to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rarely see each other since we don't live under one roof. I'm proud to say I already am a Tita. My sister has a cutie baby boy named Gab. And believe it or not, me and the kid kinda look alike, of course when I was at his age. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny yet disturbing to see that kid's mannerism. Like, you give him a lollipop right, then this person asks for the candy and you know what the kid does? He throws it, and no not AT the person, he throws it instead at the side. I'm kinda wondering where he got that kind or mannerism. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, after so many lost years of not being able to bond or stuff, we finally had kept in touch. Thanks to whoever made the first ever cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was Beiah's debut. She looked pretty in her princess-like dress and her little crown. The food was great and the people, well they're OK.&lt;br /&gt;I got to see friends again whom I haven't seen for like ages.&lt;br /&gt;We performed, it was fun.&lt;br /&gt;She had a very tearful heart warming speech (I think, since everyone was secretly crying).&lt;br /&gt;After that, we all went home. Not much detail about her debut.&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that, it was soooo nice. Unlike any other birthday celebrations I've ever been invited to.&lt;br /&gt;It was funny because, I was part of the 18 memoirs wherein I had to say something about her, how we met and what I think about her. And honestly, I hadn't prepared anything. So at that moment while we weren't being called yet, I looked for something to write on. And luckily I found a paper in my wallet. Which had my grades printed on it. I only made a few sentences but I guess it hit home.&lt;br /&gt;Before that though, someone wasn't able to come earlier so they had to rearrange the list of people who were supposedly part of the 18 candles which on her party, was referred to as 18 hopes. Out of 200 people there, I was asked to fill in the part, and yeah, I had to write down another letter for her. I'm amazed at how I can easily generate messages on the spot. *humble?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We scorpios are strong, passionate and driven. No matter how hard the situation is, we never give up, instead we find ways to overcome the problem. Oh, and we're good-looking too."&lt;br /&gt;*part of my speech*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I gave mine, I apologized for not being that prepared and that I had written my letter for her at the back of paper where my grades were printed. It's a good thing I got a warm response, or I'd be shaking more like crazy up stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-4746695307594431715?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/4746695307594431715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=4746695307594431715&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/4746695307594431715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/4746695307594431715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/boink.html' title=':: Boink ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-136947361708789942</id><published>2006-12-16T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T21:36:24.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Ehem ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The pictures are in my multiply..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilyahoo.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;From Samal Trip to the Debut..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Check it out, then if you'd like comment here.. hehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-136947361708789942?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/136947361708789942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=136947361708789942&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/136947361708789942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/136947361708789942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/ehem.html' title=':: Ehem ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-4005407028448692558</id><published>2006-12-15T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T23:27:59.923+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>:: Canon in D ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm totally engrossed with this melody. Canon Rock composed by the very talented Jerry C.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;check this out:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=hmOBTP0iDqY&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=hmOBTP0iDqY&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;if you still can't seem to go to the url, try searching for Jerry C's Canon Rock on YouTube.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;One hellofa guitarist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He has his own band called C Band.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Started playing the piano at 15, soon guitar at 17. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I first heard of this from O2Jam. I played it over and over again even though I still can't master all the bars. Rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Haayyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-4005407028448692558?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/4005407028448692558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=4005407028448692558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/4005407028448692558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/4005407028448692558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/canon-in-d.html' title=':: Canon in D ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7973513497059279299</id><published>2006-12-13T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T16:55:58.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: The Cashier Girl's Debut ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You all know about where me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rylaicrystalmaiden.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Giovanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;, Red and the rest of the DotA people play right? At Cindrew's Cafe (the first class internet cafe in the city *plastikan*). There's this cashier girl here who we happened to befriend after several days of playing here. FC (feeling close). Last night was her birthday, a debut to be exact. And guess who were part of the whole entourage? Me and some of the customers at the cafe. Hehe. She joked about me being part of the 18 roses. I was supposed to be part of the 18 candles, unfortunately I would have to wear that dreadful tube-like shiny pinky I don't know what the heck that was. So I declined and said I'd only be part of the other kind of skemamu. 18 treasures it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The place where the debut was held was small. Enough for about 30 people or 50. There wasn't any grand dance presentation or something only in the 18 roses part. After 48 years of waiting for the debutante, she finally showed up, all dressed in pink. It was cute. We ate before starting the whole program thing since everyone was ranting about being hungry and all. The program started and it was nice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Among the guests, ours were the loudest. &lt;em&gt;Bugoy&lt;/em&gt; as what they'd call it. Then before the debutante was about to change to another gown, the MC offered the mic to anyone who wants to present a song. And since it was sorta like a karaoke style. I summed up enough courage to show off my thunder-summoning talent. Yes, for the first time, out of the karaoke bars, I sang in public. I don't know what the heck went through my head, and so there, I sang WEAK (this is the only song I happened to memorise the lyrics). I lost the &lt;em&gt;kaba&lt;/em&gt; part at the half end part. After I finished, I didn't get mobbed  and had tomatoes thrown at me, so I figured I kinda sounded a bit, take note A BIT good. That was a first time ever thing for me so pardon if I act like a six-grader winning a medal for a declamation speech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After the party, they all wanted to drink and talk. So that's exactly what happened. Of course, since I haven't been that well from our last trip, I declined drinking. Instead I just smoked a few packs, este sticks. They finished like, 10 bottles of RedHorse Grande. And what we talked about? Our DotA experiences, the best and the worst plays. Who played which hero best and who sucked at it. They told me I played Jakiro the best, being able to buy an Ultimate Orb in just level 6 and being able to complete a Skadi recipe in just level 12. Thanks to a great mentor, Ppet (Giovanne's love), I know what items to buy to make my heroes much stronger. ^_^ Giovanne was there too, and no he didn't get drunk easily. As they finished the last bottle, we all decided to play DotA afterwards. Headed to BoyzTrek. Only me, Giovanne, Franco, Red, Rex and Ced played since most of the went home already. We took a beating on the first game, but managed to stay a bit strong at the second. &lt;em&gt;Talo pa rin&lt;/em&gt;, but still it was ok. We went home at about 5 in the morning (kanina). My mom didn't scold me about going home so early THE next morning, hehe. But she told me about going to this meeting so I better wake up early if ever I sleep. So there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The meeting, Stockholder's meeting at University of Mindanao. It looked like a flea market, much more organized than before though. I got my attendance reward and took off with my Tita. Ate, went to the mall to buy new headphones, went here at Cindrew's, still suffering from nausea (don't worry, I smoked a couple of sticks so the feeling's a bit gone now) and oh, Giovanne already went home to his &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt;town, Compostela Valley. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7973513497059279299?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7973513497059279299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7973513497059279299&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7973513497059279299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7973513497059279299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/cashier-girls-debut.html' title=':: The Cashier Girl&apos;s Debut ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7157867641756159812</id><published>2006-12-10T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T19:27:13.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Samal Trip ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Last Friday (December 08, 2006), we went to Island Garden City of Samal for our Christmas party. Even though konti lang kami, we got to enjoy our trip there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ang usapan eh 10:30am magkikita sa school para sabay-sabay na kami papunta dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was alreay 12noon when everyone decided to go already.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was an hour safe ride papunta dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;When we got there, it was like we had the place all to ourselves, not minding a couple of people who were there playing very-last-season songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And just as I remembered it, the place was really nice. Clear waters. Cool breeze. White sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At lunch time, we ate at this carinderia just near the resort. We sat at the center. Imagine eating a hearty meal while having a pig slaughtered at your left. That's why I only ate halo-halo, which I didn't finish since I didn't understand the taste. I wasn't that hungry anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was late in the afternoon when we agreed to take a plunge into the water. I made sure I brought enough clothes (and underwear). I was the most prepared of them all. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At dinner, I made sure I ate enough so I wouldn't get drunk so easily since I was responsible for mixing the drinks and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ginpo + Ginpine = happy time!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Good thing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rylaicrystalmaiden.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Giovanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; behaved that time. He drank Vodka and a few glasses of the GP(GinPo). I thank God so very much for not making &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonakisses.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jonalyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; so drunk that time. If that would have happened, we'd be running for our lives because she has this habit of chasing people even if they just talk or whisper. And worse, we would have a hard time carrying her back to the cottage. It would take 10 Maskulados to carry her to the room (hehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That night was crazy, I got so dizzy (not drunk, mind you). I made sure I threw up enough to make me sleep. And I slept for like, 5 hours. I was in between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://czarenelmodelle.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Renel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; and Jonalyn. I thank the Lord again for not letting them squish me. It's really a danger zone if you're anywhere near Jonalyn kapag lasing siya, she'll throw you out if she gets irritated. And she gets irritated so easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I woke up first. I went out of the cottage and watched the sun rise. Tear-jerker (pero hindi, haha!) After a couple of minutes, the guys came out of their room. Inayos namin yung table since we didn't get the chance to clean the place before dozing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Breakfast? We ate, and it was a hearty meal even though I couldn't taste anything quite properly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We took a dip again before the sun could barely make it easy for us to swim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After lunch, Renel wanted to take pictures (pictorial time for him). So we went island hopping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;First: Vanishing Island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Being there's so nice. It was like stranded with a bunch of hoohaas in the middle of nowhere, good thing that was only an imaginary thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The view from there was nice We had dozens of pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Second: Cave-like island.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;They said there were plenty of snakes there, it was a heart-pounding stop there. A few pictures and we were off, back to Kaputian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I dreaded not being able to get a seat on the ferry pauwi so I urged my friends to prepare themselves and pack their things just to make things sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After placing our bags on the ferry, we ate halo-halo at another stall. The lady's halo-halo was much better than what we ate before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;We waited for about 2 hours for the ferry to be filled with enough people, the wait wasn't exactly that boring since &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnnelportillo.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Johnnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; and Giovanne made us laugh throughout the wait. At exactly 4:05pm, we were heading back to Davao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Back in Davao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We all went home. Me and the guys agreed to meet up at the cafe after getting a shower. I went home, unpacked, bathed, dressed up and decided to go to the cafe. Just as I was to ride a jeepney going to the cafe, my highschool kabarkada texted me that it was her daddy's birthday and I was invited. Good thing it was just a few walk from where I was standing hailing a public transportation. When I got there, it was definitely classy. It was a restobar. &lt;em&gt;Hazel's restobar.&lt;/em&gt; The owner, Hazel, was my kabarkada's daddy's girlfriend. There was a function room upstairs, dumiretso na ako dun. My friend's dad wasn't around yet. There was a karaoke in the function room. (I'm a hog with karaoke). My friend said we could just order anything we want. By hearing that, my ears tingled and my eyes sparkled. Anything. Tamang-tama coz I was really hungry. I ate till I dropped. I didn't get the chance to finish the Blueberry Cheese Cake, the taste didn't quite appeal to me. I'm just thankful for making me feel full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was supposed to sing Half-Crazy (dedicated to my special someone) when my mom called me. She said there was a midnight sale at the mall and we were gonna go. So I didn't get the chance to sing it and my mom picked me up from the place and off to the mall. I got to buy the blouse I had to wear for a friend's debut (the girl at the cashier from our friend's cafe). I think it was pink, but when I got a closer look, it was pomelo pink. Cute. I love the sleeves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bought what we need, and so we went home, tired. I still felt like I was swaying. Up until now, as I'm writing this. I'm dizzy. I still can't taste anything. Oh well. That was it, I didn't get the chance to play DotA nor O2Jam. Huhu. Level 9 na ako. Naunahan ko pa si Giovanne. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*tata*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7157867641756159812?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7157867641756159812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7157867641756159812&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7157867641756159812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7157867641756159812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/samal-trip.html' title=':: Samal Trip ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8846709925840617684</id><published>2006-12-07T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T22:14:00.673+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vanity'/><title type='text'>:: tadaaahhh ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXghVhjhbeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Lidi82hnJ0s/s1600-h/Whew(265).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005787639490637282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXghVhjhbeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Lidi82hnJ0s/s320/Whew(265).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXghHhjhbdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xYIPQHJO9tA/s1600-h/Whew(264).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005787398972468690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXghHhjhbdI/AAAAAAAAAA0/xYIPQHJO9tA/s320/Whew(264).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXggzBjhbcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bhU9DRveOKo/s1600-h/Whew(262).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005787046785150402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px" height="150" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXggzBjhbcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/bhU9DRveOKo/s320/Whew(262).jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXggDhjhbaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9mU2n-E9ccY/s1600-h/Whew(259).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005786230741364130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 175px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 132px" height="163" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXggDhjhbaI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9mU2n-E9ccY/s320/Whew(259).jpg" width="189" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXgfcRjhbZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VFdV56IGE2k/s1600-h/Whew(263).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005785556431498642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px" height="173" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXgfcRjhbZI/AAAAAAAAAAU/VFdV56IGE2k/s320/Whew(263).jpg" width="201" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXggchjhbbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xHvYY6Hjxk8/s1600-h/Whew(261).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005786660238093746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="194" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXggchjhbbI/AAAAAAAAAAk/xHvYY6Hjxk8/s320/Whew(261).jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;For those clamoring to see my new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;do. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(nightmares nightmares! sorry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8846709925840617684?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8846709925840617684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8846709925840617684&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8846709925840617684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8846709925840617684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/tadaaahhh.html' title=':: tadaaahhh ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-v8w2iMal5s/RXghVhjhbeI/AAAAAAAAAA8/Lidi82hnJ0s/s72-c/Whew(265).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8311845820103610059</id><published>2006-12-06T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:31:31.585+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: latest craze ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lately, I've been into this game O2JAM. At first I found it so irritating with all the pressing on certain keys and stuff. But then, my DotA-mates have been playing it and I guess I got caught in this new frenzy. It's fun. I get to level up, dress my avatar and play with my friends. Amazing, in just 3 days I'm now Level 6. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is how my avatar looks like. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://redmoy.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; said, my avatar looks like Bamboo (female version). I have yet to buy my avatar some instruments. ^_^ I might catch up to Giovanne's level. (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/abidubi.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, last night was our Alumni Night right?&lt;br /&gt;Well, most of us came. As well as some of the higher batches. They had this game called "sit-on-the-air". The longest one to stay seated like that wins cash prize. Our batch and another which is 4 years ahead of us were the only ones left. To think, it was only me and Marvin from our batch and 5 from the other. That was no fun at all. My legs still hurt right now. I kept thinking that time that I could still take the pain, unfortunately, my legs didn't agree with my brain. I collapsed, and I was staggering back to my seat. I worried about my performance in our number. Woohh. Good thing I pulled it off with my legs still shaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;They kept taunting me about how I appeared and disappeared on stage. Better thing that my friends didn't take any humiliating pictures at that moment. Whew. Talk about being saved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After that, we ate and played DotA and O2JAM. Wee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;oh, my mom found out I used all her body spray. Waaahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me and Giovanne are gonna eat at McDo right now, so.. Tata. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8311845820103610059?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8311845820103610059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8311845820103610059&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8311845820103610059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8311845820103610059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/latest-craze.html' title=':: latest craze ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-2752160678834015619</id><published>2006-12-05T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T14:42:48.732+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Alumni Night ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Today is a busy day for me, I may not be able to update for this day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;So my dear fans(hehe), an early goodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Alumni Night namin, better get ready. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-2752160678834015619?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/2752160678834015619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=2752160678834015619&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2752160678834015619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2752160678834015619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/alumni-night.html' title=':: Alumni Night ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7070201326110943148</id><published>2006-12-03T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T19:43:54.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>:: The Dance ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It was already lunch time when his class ended. He didn't have any classes after that. Thinking about where to place his mark on the building, he decided to take a tour by himself. He was used to being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Room by room, he checked to see which place would be perfect. Then he found one. The walls were filled with leather pads, and there were a lot of large sheets of cloth covering bulky objects underneath. He didn't mind them. He went directly to the wall which matched the total height and width of his "masterpiece". After deciding which angle he should start on, he took out a spray can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After a few minutes, he was finished. He took one last look at what he had done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Perfect!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;There, written on the wall, the words ART FOR THE SOUL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He moved back from the wall, but as he walked backwards, he hit something. And it made a "clanging" sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Curious, he checked out what it was. Underneath the dirty white sheet, was an old piano. Turns out, the place was a music room. As if being hypnotized, his eyes were drawn to the white and black keys on the piano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He slowly sat down. Raising his left hand, he pressed on a C-note. Hearing that familiar sound, his mind drifted off back to the time when his father was still teaching him how to play the instrument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Your hands are capable of unimaginable force, use it to create such powerful music. So powerful, they can make everything change." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The words still echoed in his mind. Then as if a blinding light was coming towards him, he felt as if being hit by a truck. He had come to his senses. He remembered then what had happened after that day being with his father. He blocked that memory from his mind and found himself unconsciously playing the piano like mad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Until he hit that last note. He stood up and covered it again. As he was about to move away from the piano, the door slammed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Alarmed, he turned to see who was at the door.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Who are you and what are you doing here?" An authoritative voice spoke out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He didn't answer, instead he walked towards the door, where the man stood beside. Before he was able to go out, the figure grabbed his shoulder and said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Clean up that wall, else you'll be suspended."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He didn't mind the warning. He simply walked away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He was about to go to the parking lot, when a voice on the speaker announced, "Lanz Lowengrinh! Report to the office immediately."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Crap!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7070201326110943148?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7070201326110943148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7070201326110943148&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7070201326110943148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7070201326110943148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/dance.html' title=':: The Dance ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-3804022693674319044</id><published>2006-12-02T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T23:36:29.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: buzz ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just thought I should post something that actually has some &lt;strong&gt;content&lt;/strong&gt; in it or else matatanggal ako sa Daily Reads ni &lt;a href="http://pmmgg1122.blogspot.com"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt;. Haha! Wala lang. It's like I should sum up to a certain quota wherein I'd really have to post for like, freakin everyday of my life. Hehe. Daming fans eh. *joke*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, just finished practicing for our Alumni Night. I find it so amazing that me and my friends could actually pull off a number within a day or two. Yeah. Woohoo. Todo pawis and everything while practicing. And pag panahon na na dapat ipakita na yung sayaw, eh todo bigay rin. Showing off unimaginable energy, na di mo makikita kapag practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm here to yet again rant, rant and rant. Since half of the reasons why people blog is for them to vent out and rant about stuff right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here we go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I know that most people underestimate my capacity to think, act and well just about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Akala siguro niya I'm that stupid to not know what's going on. And I, like, waited for 7 freakin' months pero ano, wala. I wasn't expecting, I was merely hoping. That hope had turned to confusion as to why would anyone LIE right in your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've read about this in Reader's Digest. &lt;strong&gt;Psychopaths&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sociopaths&lt;/strong&gt;. The only difference is that, psychopaths are mere LIARS. The sociopaths are the CHARMERS. People who do not-that-great-a-deed things to other people disregarding conscience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;That was way far-fetched, but hey it sort of points out something in relation to what I had just said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am not stupid, else I wouldn't have my special someone right now. Wahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonakisses.blogspot.com"&gt;Jona&lt;/a&gt; told me awhile ago that she had posted something na baka raw ma-touch ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I checked out her blog, and there I saw that picture I made as our trademark for all the flash animations we did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes. It's been 19 years. Neighbors. 13 years classmates and kabarkada. Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pero, we're not best friends. I don't believe in such a thing anyway. Kasi, when you look at it, people who treat people as their best friend, they tend to fight and do mean things. I call my friends as kabarkada, katropa, close friends and acquaintances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just remembered a funny thing that had happened last night. After playing DotA. Me, &lt;a href="http://rylaicrystalmaiden.blogspot.com"&gt;Giovanne&lt;/a&gt;, Ced and &lt;a href="http://redmoy.blogspot.com"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt; decided to eat at this barbeque place. On the way, we were walking just 3 meters from the sidewalk. One-way lang yung street na yun so we had our backs turned sa mga sasakyan na parating. Tamang-tama paglingon ko, nakita ko yung sasakyan na paparating. Nasa left side ko sina Ced and Red. Si Giovanne (blind as he was) eh dahan-dahan sa paglalakad kasi nga di makakita ng maayos. Sinigawan ko siya kasi baka mabangga siya. Tumingin siya sa likod niya then sumigaw tapos parang naging epileptic, nanginig bigla. Haha. As in he shuddered! His hands were cold as ice when I grabbed him. We laughed our heads off on the way to the food place. Hayyy. Watta night. And after eating, he washed his hands. Cedrick put in hi glass some vinegar, half-filled then had the waiter put in some water. The waiter even wondered why ganun na yung color, we just told him to just fill it with water. Too bad, Giovanne didn't get to drink it. After that, I just went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;NFS2's a great addiction. Power slide! Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I said before, I may be a loner but I'm never alone.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-3804022693674319044?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/3804022693674319044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=3804022693674319044&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3804022693674319044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3804022693674319044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/buzz.html' title=':: buzz ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-263713740522219503</id><published>2006-12-01T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T19:16:53.085+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: sucked the life out of me ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;in dire need to be set free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-263713740522219503?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/263713740522219503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=263713740522219503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/263713740522219503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/263713740522219503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/12/sucked-life-out-of-me.html' title=':: sucked the life out of me ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-5061030202381036827</id><published>2006-11-29T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:19:57.606+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>:: out of boredom ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7054/4135/1600/789338/friends.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7054/4135/320/347542/friends.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7054/4135/1600/128714/friends!.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;While waiting for the time, I made a little something-something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on simplicity. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Although, pumutok na ung pixels, so you can see this better &lt;a href="http://s7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/?action=view&amp;amp;current=friends.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;past artworks *sort of*:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(click on them to get a better view)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/OnlineRambling.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/avydoovy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/ex-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/labad-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Green.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/ed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/stones.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/labad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/rawr.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;*huwala lang*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;/away the author's out to wreak havoc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-5061030202381036827?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/5061030202381036827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=5061030202381036827&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5061030202381036827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5061030202381036827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/out-of-boredom.html' title=':: out of boredom ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7436219789910821231</id><published>2006-11-28T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T14:36:17.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>:: The Dance *continutation* ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;It was a breezy morning as he got out of the first building, Building M. The sun was covered with huge trees with long branches. Looking at an average view, most of the students found their comfort zones under a sturdy foundation, giving them large enough shade to lie on the grass. Picturesque.&lt;br /&gt;He could see the field, so big and wide, as he walked towards Building B. The field was empty, still the sun has splashed luminous rays of light on the field. The grass was greener than ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he got to the room, it was packed. Everyone were so busy talking to each other. He walked right in and saw three empty seats at the back. One was beside the window, the other two were just like any ordinary seats. He occupied the one beside the window which looked out in the open field.&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone here?" a raspy voice called out.&lt;br /&gt;The class answered with "no", "yeah", and "what do you think sir?"&lt;br /&gt;"Good, good. Now, I'm Mr. Douglas Peterson." writing his name on the white board, "Prepare yourselves because from this moment on I will be taking you back,"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; gesturing his hands, looking up at an imaginary thing in a dramatic way, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; "Way back into the time where goofy hairs and lame fashion sense ruled the world."&lt;br /&gt;The room was filled with mostly snickers. One even acted out a coughing tone disguising the word "You suck".&lt;br /&gt;Just as the professor was about to continue with his dramatic introduction, two girls who were happily chatting with each other came in, this disrupting the professor's act.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh, more meat or pain in the neck?" The professor said, looking at both girls.&lt;br /&gt;"Depends sir." the brunette girl said.&lt;br /&gt;"Depends on what Ms. Montgomery?"&lt;br /&gt;Flipping her hair, she placed her left hand on her hip, "on how you plan on making this class interesting."&lt;br /&gt;The class then went to "ooooohhh..."&lt;br /&gt;"Now, class. Confidence is one thing, ignorance is another.  Take your seats at the back ladies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Arguing with them won't do any good to this class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jess, I think we should try out for the soccer team." Ashley said.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll think about it, if something else doesn't come up then why not."&lt;br /&gt;Ashley noticed a guy, who seemed to be sleeping, next to the two empty seats. She tapped him on his shoulder, and asked,&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, are these two seats taken?"&lt;br /&gt;Without looking up, his face buried in his arms, he replied,&lt;br /&gt;"You see anyone sitting there?" with a sarcastic tone.&lt;br /&gt;A bit surprised, they didn't resort to battling it out with words. Jess and Ashley simply sat down and continued on with what they were talking about earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheesh, there's no stopping these blabbermouths. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Cadey thought, he wasn't at all sleeping, in fact he was merely trying to think about what he's going to be active in this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess I'll just wait on it.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7436219789910821231?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7436219789910821231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7436219789910821231&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7436219789910821231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7436219789910821231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/dance-continutation.html' title=':: The Dance *continutation* ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6579695119041714720</id><published>2006-11-27T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T22:53:46.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tag'/><title type='text'>:: Tag! ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;was tagged by &lt;a href="http://pmmg1122.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nick name:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: Likes to drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;V: Not judgemental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Y: One of the best damn bf/gf anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;could ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;real name:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: Likes to drink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;V: Not judgemental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Y: One of the best damn bf/gf anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;could ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;S: Easy to fall in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I: Loyal to those you love. Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;L: Loved by everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;V: Not judgemental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: Likes to drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms"&gt;KEY:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;A: Likes to drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;B: Likes people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;C: Is wild and crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;D: Has one of the best personalities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E: A GOOD KISSER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;F: People adore you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;G: Never let people tell you what to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;H: Have a very good personality and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I: Loyal to those you love. Loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;everyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;J: Lives life for fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;K: Really silly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;L: Loved by everyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;M: Makes dating fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;N: Dead sexy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O: Best in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;P: Popular with all types of people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Q: A hypocrite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;R: Fuckin crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;S: Easy to fall in love with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;T: Loyal to those you love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;U: Really like to chill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;V: Not judgemental.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;W: Very broad minded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;X: Never let people tell you what to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Y: One of the best damn bf/gf anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;could ask for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Z: always ready&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reaction: Huwaw! I find it so amazing. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Guess which are true. ^_^ &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Are you game? Go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I'll tag &lt;a href="http://katharine-sai.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kath&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://heartsstars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Camille&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://glowinthedark.ebloggy.com/"&gt;Celena&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://bamthegreat.blogspot.com"&gt;Bam&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://karlaloveschocolate.blogspot.com/"&gt;Karla&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Edited:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Finished! Whew! Stupid projects. Hayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6579695119041714720?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6579695119041714720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6579695119041714720&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6579695119041714720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6579695119041714720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/tag.html' title=':: Tag! ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-5927561540504434294</id><published>2006-11-26T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:16:11.661+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>:: Happy Feet ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7054/4135/1600/229090/02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7054/4135/320/21752/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt; *edited*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I watched this last night with my friends, after our dance practice. *&lt;em&gt;yes, I do dance, and yeah.. you can laugh now&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, as I've said before I ain't a spoiler. So all I can say about this movie is that, GO SEE IT. It's certainly is worth the money you'll pay to see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hugh Jackman's so funny doing an Elvis-like singing. As well as Nichole Kidman's version of Manilyn Monroe in the movie. Just guess who's who in the movie. Oh, you have really got to listen to the "amigos". Funny one-liners. Catchy steps. And watch out for a scene where they look like those in Cheerdance Competitions. Super cool. *&lt;em&gt;brrr&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;All praises to the animation staff, such breathtaking movements. So life-like. Gosh! I really have to get my hands on a Maya or 3D studio max. Syet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My feet are happy too. ^_^ *&lt;em&gt;tap-dancing away to dreamland&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, just a while ago, I was walking across the street. Confident that the left side didn't have any cars coming, I passed through the lane. Then when I looked at the right side, there was this bus coming fast, honking. I think my spirit flew at that instant, my feet were glued hard to the ground. I couldn't breathe. Of course I was 50 inches away from that monstrous thing. That's what I hate about when crossing, if you won't look both ways properly you might end up dead. Care to have your body hit by a bus? Come, join me. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I just came from this fellowship thing. I've never really been a member of any sort, I just visit. Most of my friends invite me and somehow I find myself looking at people pointing to the sky, closing their eyes *as if about to cry*, shouting loudly, raising their hand as if hailing Hitler. I'm not here to ridicule them. In fact, I find it amazing that their faith is that strong. And their topic for this day, happens to be about stress. It was nice, I learned something. Although, most of the old members there were pretty funny (in a good way of course). Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm still thinking if I'd go back there. Hmm. (rubbing chin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. Case study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. Web Programming System Project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. Wire thingamajig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;4. Dual switch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;5. Departmental exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;these are the things I really have to work on right now, pero as usual, tinatamad nanaman ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt;! I have my own MTV tree too. Hihi! my name's &lt;a href="http://www.mtvasia.com/Funstuff/Xmas/xmas.php?treename=Avydoovy"&gt;avydoovy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-5927561540504434294?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/5927561540504434294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=5927561540504434294&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5927561540504434294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5927561540504434294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/happy-feet.html' title=':: Happy Feet ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6867591946353983057</id><published>2006-11-25T13:24:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T14:19:37.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Emotion ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Energy in motion.&lt;br /&gt;Never think with your emotions,&lt;br /&gt;use your emotions to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Rich Dad, Poor Dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'll post the continuation of the story here next time.&lt;br /&gt;*bitin effect*&lt;br /&gt;hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6867591946353983057?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6867591946353983057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6867591946353983057&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6867591946353983057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6867591946353983057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/emotion.html' title=':: Emotion ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-9161197644800987316</id><published>2006-11-23T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T21:29:39.719+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>:: The Dance ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;this is something I happened to really &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;SUCK&lt;/span&gt; at.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;bear with it. try lang. never got to finish any story before, and if the public isn't at all ranting about this, I could just pick up where I left off with the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*my apologies if this sucks*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;"Time check it's 7:45 am, for those who are still in bed, you better wake up, don't want to be late you know. Wake up, get.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Stupid radio!"&lt;br /&gt;Lanz swiped his vintage alarm radio off his bedside table. He hid under the covers and went on sleeping. Just as he was about to drift off to dreamland,what seemed to be a faint knock with a voice calling out his name that suddenly turned to a loud banging sound on his door awakened him. Irritated, he threw a shoe lying just beneath his bed at the door and shouted,&lt;br /&gt;"Bug off!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;God! How can i get some rest here when everyone's out to annoy me?!&lt;/span&gt; He thought, not even minding where he's supposed to be right now. He'd been through a rough time. This is the only time where he could get to fully rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cadey got out of the shower, just as the clock struck 7:44 am. He hurried to his closet and took out some clothes from the closet. This closet is no ordinary closet, for inside is like another hallway. The left side is filled with his shirts, polos and upper body clothes, while on the right is for his pants, shorts and lower body clothes. His shoes are found at the end of the room, filling an entire wall with three shelves located on it. Cadey isn't the type you would call vain, he's just into collecting clothes, shoes and accessories which complements his whole persona. Catching a glimpse on the clock, he hurriedly picked out some clothes to put on and after finding the right clothes to wear he checked himself in front of the mirror. For today's concept, simplicity, He thought as he faced right to left. Grabbing his bag, he recalled if everything was in place, till he remembered his brother. Damn, it's so hard to wake up a log. His brother sleeps like one. He walked up to his brother's room, which was 10 feet away from his, and pounded on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lanz! Wake up! I don't want to be late!"&lt;br /&gt;He shouted, pounding hard on the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bug off!"&lt;br /&gt;was Lanz's reply. Hearing this, he decided to go downstairs and catch a quick meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nana!"&lt;br /&gt;Cadey called out as he reached out for a sandwich prepared for him. Just as he took a bite, a 50-something year old woman appeared from the servant's quarters. It was their Nana, she had been a part of the family already, looked after 2 generations. She was the most humble and frail looking woman they have ever known, but has the kindest and purity of heart, this is why she is loved by the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ading, don't shout, I'm not that old you know."&lt;br /&gt;She said, walking towards the counter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sorry Nana, but that big jerk upstairs won't even bother to move a muscle, and we're gonna be late."&lt;br /&gt;Cadey said, looking like a kid running to his mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry child, this is your first day at school, and I know you don't want to be late at this kind of things. You finish your breakfast, while I go check on your brother, Ok?"&lt;br /&gt;With a sigh Cadey replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good, I'll have him ready in 30 minutes."&lt;br /&gt;She assured Cadey with a wink.To do this, Cadey knows her brother will really be up, even though it's only a few minutes til their classes start. Checking his watch again,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shit!"&lt;br /&gt;Then he dashed out the door and got on his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.netzaichi.co.jp/s-tec/lx_mode/img/rav4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;RAV4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;. Good thing there wasn't much traffic, so he arrived 5 minutes before the exact time at school. He didn't know where to park, so he ended up in a spot where there where red lines on the concrete. He didn't care, he was late!&lt;br /&gt;He got out and rushed to the nearest school door. He looked at his schedule and easily found his first room. As he went in, students inside were busy with their chit-chat. He just shook his head and looked for an empty seat. There were two at the back, he opted for the one beside the window. He could see the field from there, as well as the parking lot which was just before the field. From a distance he could make out a familiar figure coming fast towards the parking lot. It was his brother on his &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rrr.de/rrr/img/rrr87.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;CBR 600.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;It wasn't a surprise that their Nana could get his brother to do what he's supposed to be doing. He was about to reach for his phone to call his brother when a middle-aged man came in the room."Applied Science!"Just a loud call and everyone were in their seats.&lt;br /&gt;Woah, this guy has some effect on these people. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;"I am Mr. Reeves, no further introductions. When I call your name," he paused, "you know what to do."&lt;br /&gt;Now, what kind of professor is this?&lt;br /&gt;The orientation didn't take too long, before he knew it everyone were already rushing out of the room. He got his bag and headed to the door. By the hallway, he saw his brother looking dazed, just standing at a corner. He didn't mind him. His next class was still in the next building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"History." &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;This is so lame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,102,102)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*to be continued*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-9161197644800987316?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/9161197644800987316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=9161197644800987316&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/9161197644800987316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/9161197644800987316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/dance.html' title=':: The Dance ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6769716284005333823</id><published>2006-11-22T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:57:45.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: blank ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;First of, a very happy birthday to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;. I made sure i'll be the first one to greet. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The funny thing about online people, I consider them as fictional characters. Don't take it against me to think like this. You see, you can never be too sure with people online. Whether bloggers, people you chat with on any messenger or those from forums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fictional. Unreal. Fantasy. Of make believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even if I regularly see their rants in front of the computer, I still wouldn't consider stuff like those as true. People hide under any pseudonyms and other stuff, thus making their readers doubtful. Some even claim to be someone they're not. This creates a lot of problems. And from here arises a lot of issues, plagiarism is one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So there, you are in fact right. I don't trust anyone here. Not one soul. Of course, excluding the people I really see and hang with everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Paranoia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="psychotic" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/psychotic"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;psychotic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="disorder" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/disorder"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; characterized by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="delusion" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/delusion"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;delusions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="persecution" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/persecution"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;persecution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Extreme" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/Extreme"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Extreme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="irrational" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/irrational"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;irrational&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="distrust" href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/distrust"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;distrust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/paranoia"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll consider number 2. Only without the "extreme" part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Such anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Read between the lines of every sentence in a person's post. You can never be too careful. Trust nowadays are so hard to keep and &lt;strong&gt;give&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Are you sure you can trust me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6769716284005333823?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6769716284005333823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6769716284005333823&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6769716284005333823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6769716284005333823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/blank.html' title=':: blank ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-2485843542185809974</id><published>2006-11-21T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T10:49:18.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Obsession ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;To those who commented on my previous post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, he doesn't know that I posted his "MTV" here. Hehe. And yes, he did bump his head on the wall. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The show must go on dibah?&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Behind every man's fall is a woman.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe this?&lt;br /&gt;Judging from the history of some great men, their defeat or death are mostly caused by women.&lt;br /&gt;I remember this phrase as my classmate's topic for his provocative speech. To which he was given the highest grade. It is true that a man's weakness is of the flesh. At the site of such, adrenaline comes rushing through their veins, urging them to take one bold move.&lt;br /&gt;Lust. Love. Hate. Revenge. Passion. Obsession.&lt;br /&gt;Few of which are the reasons why they are drawn to God's greatest creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This then leads us to the topic of Obsession.&lt;br /&gt;A powerful force that can either be destructive or of benefit. But it is so rare for this NOT to lead to a man's downfall. You can sense this lurking around. In the streets, school, casinos, galleries, mall, and just about anywhere. Great or small, this can cause a huge amount of problems.&lt;br /&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://wikipedia.org"&gt;Wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, Obsessions are defined by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Recurrent and persistent thoughts, impulses, or images that are experienced at some time during the disturbance, as intrusive and inappropriate and that cause marked anxiety or distress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The thoughts, impulses, or images are not simply excessive worries about real-life problems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The person attempts to ignore or suppress such thoughts, impulses, or images, or to neutralize them with some other thought or action.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The person recognizes that the obsessional thoughts, impulses, or images are a product of his or her own mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;Obsessions are typically automatic, frequent, distressing, and difficult to control or put an end to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Now tell me, what is your obsession?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-2485843542185809974?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/2485843542185809974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=2485843542185809974&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2485843542185809974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2485843542185809974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/obsession.html' title=':: Obsession ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7285831736956327755</id><published>2006-11-20T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T17:02:36.474+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: FEATURED ARTIST ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, he's no pro but hey, this video shows how great he can be as a dummy front act. Haha. He's my infamous friend Bords. (Sorry bords, pero the world really has to see this.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies, gentlemen, gays and lesbos.. I present to you a music video.&lt;br /&gt;The Ordertaker performed by Bords Nassir Morales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTwiSyClOP0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hTwiSyClOP0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently listening to: Define by Hilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7285831736956327755?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7285831736956327755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7285831736956327755&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7285831736956327755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7285831736956327755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/featured-artist.html' title=':: FEATURED ARTIST ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7283412328421675102</id><published>2006-11-19T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T19:21:56.414+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: new look ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just as what the title says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have, now, light blonde highlights. Which needs more sun exposure para tuluyang mag-evolve sa preferred color ko. Been a while since I've had my hair frosted. And that was when my hair was a bit longer. (^_^)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The following is a text conversation between me and the inFAMOUS *hehe* &lt;a href="http://bamthegreat.blogspot.com"&gt;BAM&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bam:&lt;/strong&gt; Nabasa mo na yung holy kettle corn post?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Yeah, you should really practice with the delivery =P (&lt;em&gt;of her joke&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bam:&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe. Parehas lang ta. Ahahaha! Bleh! =P Sabi pa ng nanay ko, kung magjoke daw ako, wag daw ako tatawa habang nagsasalita. Nasisira daw ang joke.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me: &lt;/strong&gt;Hehe. May workshop kaya para dun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And as usual, tinulugan nanaman ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why did I post that here? Wala lang, para dagdag words and kwento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Honestly, I have absolutely no idea on what to write about. But I tell you, it's so rare to find and keep people who are sensible and at the same time you very much click together. God does work in mysterious ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A while back, was the most awaited fight of the season. Pacquiao-Morales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You can really see from the fight that it was definitely a mismatch. Pacquiao was, as always, in his greatest shape and Morales? I think he just woke that very day and decided to have himself be beat up. Beforehand, I told my "housemates" that Morales won. They were silent, concealing their disappointment (funny how I can easily trick people). Of course, I said that halfheartedly confident that Morales would indeed win this fight. It's one of my habits, I tend to be so pessismistic so that whatever result would come up, I wouldn't be that much disappointed. I know there are those who can understand this. Hehe, judging you're doing this too. Congratulations to Manny, this means more istorbo commercials between my favorite shows in ABS-CBN and Studio 23. (No, I don't watch soap operas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I wonder why they call that soap anyway. Naliligo ba sila sa mga scenes? (hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Speaking of tricking people. I can still remember how funny my friends' reactions were when I told them that naglayas ako (when actually I was gonna be my tita's bantay at the hospital). I know they'd ask me why was I carrying a huge bag that day. So basically, that's what I told them. I tried so hard to keep a straight face. The funniest was when I told &lt;a href="http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt; about the "layas" thing. She was just beside me that time, so I found it really hard to not smile or anything. I know she fell for it. Haha! She kept insisting if I was just joking or something, of course nag-no comment ako pero I was making this I-WISH-I-WAS-JOKING look. It wasn't until my precious post here that she learned of the real reason why I was carrying that bag. Hay, the ever so gullible Tina. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Oh my ghulay! One more freakin' exam tomorrow! Hayy, better get ready. Oh, what's that look for? Of course I'll be studying. You think what I meant about getting ready is getting the &lt;em&gt;kodigos&lt;/em&gt; ready? Err, you're wrong. Hehe. I'll be digging my desk to look for the ever so useful handouts. *I'd really like to slap those teachers with their stupid handouts*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7283412328421675102?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7283412328421675102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7283412328421675102&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7283412328421675102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7283412328421675102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-look.html' title=':: new look ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7881958562433888217</id><published>2006-11-18T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T00:00:10.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Spree ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;How lucky I am to still have friends from grade school who I see almost every weekend. It certainly is fun being with them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well, that's what I was doing for this day. Went to a kabarkada's house and from there we all gathered, had a drinking session and we were like what we were back in high school. Reminiscing about everything. It's a good thing that we never get tired of each other's faces and stories. The best thing about us? Our very strong relationship. Whatever &lt;em&gt;chismis&lt;/em&gt; that comes our way, we definitely don't let it get to us. And that whenever there are problems that even with our classmates we can't just talk about, we find it safe and secure to just rant about all these stuff to each other. We always have each other's backs. Friendship. That's what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm still feeling a bit dizzy right now, but I'm okay. Anyway, tomorrow, I'll be getting some highlights. Wee. Excited. Hehe. Bow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7881958562433888217?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7881958562433888217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7881958562433888217&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7881958562433888217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7881958562433888217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/spree.html' title=':: Spree ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6286443381327957684</id><published>2006-11-17T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:09:47.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Freakin pissed ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I'm hell frustrated with our school. They can't give a god damn stable schedule for the exams and other stuff. They keep changing it and we end up cramming for everything. They really should be thankful that I need to graduate first before I completely destroy this school. Obliterate everything. Anyone who'll stand in my way will definitely be thrown in our very beautiful *&lt;em&gt;sarcastic&lt;/em&gt;* Davao River.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Congratulate me btw for being sober from DotA for 2 days already. Hehe. A celebration is in order. *&lt;em&gt;boom tarat tarat&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; &lt;a href="http://pmmg1122.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pam&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;was asking me about how's the "I will fight for us" thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Well, things are going just fine. My special someone's studying very hard to avoid any more confrontations with the parents and stuff. And me? Still me. I'm not that negligent of my studies naman. Though most of the time I find it so hard to listen to all the crap the dummies, este, teachers are blabbering about. Anyway, the good thing about my special someone (&lt;em&gt;SS na lang&lt;/em&gt;), di marunong magselos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ohh, I think they're going to let my tita go home today. Good thing too, coz I'm very uncomfortable with the staff there. The nurses keep on staring at me, as if I'm some freakin alien. I would neither smile nor speak to them. Some I even caught giggling or laughing *whatever*. I know they're making fun of me. Grr. I'll tell my mother ship to come and fry their brains. &lt;strong&gt;Avy phone home&lt;/strong&gt;. *ET*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mixed emotions. It's like seeing your BMW being driven off by your mother-in-law off a cliff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I have this kind of feeling but unlike that situation, it's knowing that my friends are reading my blog only to talk about it ever so loudly at school. I've received tons of &lt;em&gt;sapak, batok, and hampas&lt;/em&gt; from those I have talked about here. Some told me that they'd stay away from me instead, just to avoid being "featured" here. Now they're clamoring for me to talk about myself here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Really, now if I start off from one phrase about me, one page would never do. Besides, I don't know where to start. And if let THEM bash me, I know there'll be a lot of "add-ons", you know those things people say that aren't actually true, they just say those just for the fact that they have something to say. And if I start talking about myself here, I'd be writing in circles. Endless. Really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;I've been visiting &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://cofibean.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cofibean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt; again for quite some time now. I've first heard of him froma friend a year ago. And his posts are somehow amusing. I don't care about how he talks about orcs and the inferior people he constantly blogs about but on the way he talks. Coño. The funny thing is, in spanish, it means SHIT. Haha. Anyway, I've been cautious about how I write nowadays, I don't want to end up making salita like Coño eh. *see?* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Irritating but funny. Still, I have to be careful, I don't like to be compared to anyone. I am me, no matter how hard the world and even the blogosphere wants me to change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;Our exam in SIS (Software Integration System) today was cancelled since no room was available, since they used Room A for their stupid thesis. So we just had one exam today, that means on Monday we're still gonna take another test. Hayyy. Like a said, no freakin stable schedule. Really. This has been getting in my nerves. Sheesh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just vent it out in DotA. I'm going to play in a while. Wee! I miss the yummy fishballs there at Cindrew's cafe. Hahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6286443381327957684?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6286443381327957684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6286443381327957684&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6286443381327957684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6286443381327957684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/freakin-pissed.html' title=':: Freakin pissed ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6751876585081996925</id><published>2006-11-16T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T09:13:05.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>:: The Prestige ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7054/4135/1600/prestige.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7054/4135/320/prestige.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watched this last night. And of all the movies I've watched, this one totally blew me away. The twists are so good. All praises to the director as well as to the cast. Whew, magic is never the same again, for me that is. I won't be telling you the story here of course, i'm not a spoiler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finals na namin ngayon at bukas. Wish me luck. Hayy. Haven't had a good night's rest. The staff at the hospital almost got a piece of my Tita's mind after I told her about how rude the woman at the Pharmacy was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6751876585081996925?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6751876585081996925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6751876585081996925&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6751876585081996925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6751876585081996925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/prestige.html' title=':: The Prestige ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-3426989074359644287</id><published>2006-11-15T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T15:36:27.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: It's not that hard ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, so we were playing DotA yesterday right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After 2 games of constant winning, (^_^) we decided to go to the venue where Aubrey's handa was to be held. It started to rain. Ambon pa lang yun, so I told them we'd just walk papunta dun. Then all of a sudden, the rain started to pour so hard. We ended up running instead, as if we were being chased by enemy heroes. (hehe) Then all these people blocking our way. Creeps! Toink. Anyway. We agreed to meet at the citimall since it was near the food place. Para akong bagong ligo, when they saw me, again the teasing began. Then ayun, bibili pa raw ng gift. We waited IMPATIENTLY for them. Ayoko kasi ng pinapahintay ako. Buti naman at mabilis silang nakabili. So pumunta na agad kami sa Greenhills (not in Manila). It's a buffet place. While eating, I was halfway through my food. Then I reached for my dessert. And I accidentally knocked down my glass of iced tea, and as fate would have it, I bathed in tea. Everyone's reaction? "Hala, *&lt;em&gt;long pause&lt;/em&gt;*, ayy nahulog" Watta reaction! I wasn't mad or anything, I just laughed it off. Then they told me to go dry my pants in the CR. And knowing that yung front side ang super basa, I walked backwards towards the bathroom, *&lt;em&gt;which made everyone laugh btw&lt;/em&gt;*. And there I was, lifting one leg up then the other, just to get it a bit dry. I think it took me 10 minutes or more. When I got back, kinuha ko yung plate of selected desserts ko. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I KNOW ONE SLICE OF PINEAPPLE WAS MISSING. I WILL FIND OUT WHO ATE IT!! RAWR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Di obvious na binilang ko noh? hehe. Well, ayun, inubos ko yung pagkain. Since there's a charge for leftovers. I was so full, really. Dagdagan mo pa na yung usual biritan ng jokes and stuff, nonstop laugh trip talaga. I could hardly breathe through the halakhak and all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*&lt;em&gt;burp&lt;/em&gt;* excuse me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After a few pictures taken, we all decided to go home. Everyone was still telling me that I was on this diet thingy and I ate a lot. Sabi ko lang na babawi ako bukas sa gym. Hehe. I can still smell that funky scent from my pants. Ok lang sana kung tubig yun, pero iced tea eh so expect that it would smell bad. Hahay. Nabusog ako, had fun, been with them again and I'm contented. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;btw, i'm saying goodbye to my special someone. ingat and good luck na lang. i'm still here if you ever need me. listen to your parents, they know what's best for you. and don't cry too much, grabe na eyebags mo. =P but wait, i've changed my mind. i will fight for you. aja to me, to us. ^_^ we will make this work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;From this day on, I will be my tita's bantay at the hospital since mamaya eh ia-admit na siya sa hospital. *&lt;em&gt;Brokenshire Hospital&lt;/em&gt;*. And as usual, ako ang bantay. =P *&lt;em&gt;dakilang pamangkin*. &lt;/em&gt;I so like it there, malamig. Mahirap nga lang magswitch ng channels, I have to guess which channel is which. Hayy, last time I was there I was watching Jack TV in the evening, then the next day I looked for that same channel only to find out na ETC na siya. My ghulay! May scheduling pala ng channels dun. Hayy. That's why I'll be charging my iPod para naman di ako mabobored dun, but the fact that ako ang magiging utusan ng tita ko eh di talaga ako mabobored. Hehe. Hey, don't get me wrong I'm not complaining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm not sure though kung hanggang kelan yung "duty" ko dun. Hehe. So expect an updated blog starting tomorrow or maybe today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Waah, I won't be able to play DotA, on the other hand *&lt;em&gt;I have different fingers, joke&lt;/em&gt;* I can save my money for other stuff. Hihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*to be updated later*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-3426989074359644287?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/3426989074359644287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=3426989074359644287&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3426989074359644287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3426989074359644287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/its-not-that-hard.html' title=':: It&apos;s not that hard ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1647645676718033244</id><published>2006-11-14T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T09:26:04.988+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Jamais Vu ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;A temporary sensation in which familiar situations and objects seem new and strange, exists and can be induced.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;- &lt;em&gt;The more common a word, the more it gives rise to this strange unfamiliarity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Reader's Digest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Have you ever experienced this before? I have. Many times, though in those moments I haven't got a clue on what to call that phenomena. *&lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Try it yourself, say the word "Door" 30 times. After that, when you say or even think about that word you'll get thes questions in your head. Like, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"what the hell is a door?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"how does it look like?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"does it have a certain taste?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"is there such a thing as a door?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Weird? Yeah, but I believe you've encountered something like this too. You just don't know what to call it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Jamais Vu is, obviously, totally different from Deja vu. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hehe, I don't have any idea on what to post here as of the moment so please bear with this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's my friend, &lt;strong&gt;Aubrey&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday today.Happy Birthday Taba! *&lt;em&gt;I call her that, she calls me Kulot&lt;/em&gt;* We'll be at Jacksridge later. I know it'll be a total Laugh trip later. That Aubrey, together with &lt;a href="http://jonakisses.blogspot.com"&gt;Jonalyn&lt;/a&gt;, can really shake a place up. I fear what might become of Jacksridge. No more tourist spots. Haha. Toink. Mga bigatin kasi sila. On top of that, super ingay din. Buti na lang at di ako nagshe-share ng secrets or any information about me sa kanila, coz I know for sure mabubulgar talaga yan whether I like it or not. Hayy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ayun, speaking of secrets.Delikado to si &lt;a href="http://jonakisses.blogspot.com"&gt;Jonalyn&lt;/a&gt; pag may nasabi ka ditong napakahalaga sayo. She tends to slip and give your ever sacred secret out. And what more kung lasing. Naku! You'll really wish you haven't opened your mouth in the first place. Magsisisi ka talaga. Sometimes, she butts in our conversations and she ends up being laughed at kasi napaka-FAR OUT ng sinasabi niya. Totally not related with our topic. Hehe. Imagine, how one person can lead me to bashing another victim here. But I've mentioned her in my other posts, this is just a "pahabol" of that. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yesterday was great! *&lt;em&gt;not really that great&lt;/em&gt;*. But just by being with my friends, it is. Anyway, we went to &lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com"&gt;Tina's&lt;/a&gt; house yesterday. The plan was &lt;a href="http://CzarenelModelle.blogspot.com"&gt;Renel&lt;/a&gt; would have his "pictorial" there, me and Vanessa on the other hand would cook. Hayy, it so happened Jonalyn overheard the "FOOD" part so ayun sumama na din siya. Along with Bordz and &lt;a href="http://redmoy.blogspot.comk"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt;. And I realized just then that it HAS been a long time since I've cooked anything. Haven't lost my touch after all. They were done with the picture taking thing and so were we with the cooking. We had our early dinner. Atat na atat na talagang maglaro ng DotA sina &lt;a href="http://rylaicrystalmaiden.blogspot.com"&gt;Giovanne&lt;/a&gt;, Red and Bords that they kept saying na maglalaro na raw. So we bid farewell to Tina, Jonalyn, Vanessa and Renel who were there washing the dishes *&lt;em&gt;muhahahah&lt;/em&gt;*. And off we went to the DotA dome! Pero 48 years rin nang makaabot kami dun. Nakatulog na nga lang ako eh. Pero even so, when we got there, adrenaline went over me like crazy. Kill. Gold. Nessaj. Kill. DotA. Kill. Heroes. See? really crazy. Though I ended up being dead a couple of times, ok lang nakabawi naman ako. Hehe. So yun lang, that's how my Monday went. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1647645676718033244?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1647645676718033244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1647645676718033244&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1647645676718033244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1647645676718033244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/jamais-vu.html' title=':: Jamais Vu ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8245123969713077370</id><published>2006-11-12T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T11:49:20.978+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libak'/><title type='text'>:: My Inner Daily Ramblings 4 slash Updates  ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7054/4135/1600/toink3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7054/4135/320/toink3.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Singit ko lang tong pic na toh. This was during our practice for the Araw ng Dabaw last March.&lt;br /&gt;I like my hair here. Wula lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friends has been bugging me about writing this piece here. Yung iba naman, tanong ng tanong if I wrote about them here nah. Some even begged me that I wouldn't include them here. Pasensya na, I've said before right that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;NO ONE WILL BE SPARED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;So here goes the continuation of My Inner Daily Ramblings series. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cedrick&lt;/strong&gt;, he's been my friend since high school. And what I remember about him is that KURIPOT masyado. He wouldn't even shell out a peso or something. And pag umuuwi kami, we sometimes take a taxi. He rides along and asks us to drop him by his house. Ayun, hinatid nga namin siya dun and ang amot niya? 25 cetavos. Yeah! Grabe. Pero kapag sa mga syota niya, siya pa tong nagbabayad sa lahat. And being so stubborn. Last night, we ate along with Red and Giovanne after 2 games of DotA. While Giovanne was washing his hands, Cedrick asked Red to put a few drops of vinegar in Giovanne's water. Giovanne had already warned Cedrick that if he found out he was up to no good, lagot raw siya. Throughout the dinner, binantayan talaga ni Giovanne si Cedrick. Giovanne checked everything. Di rin naman niya napansin eh, naubos na lang niya yung tubig niya. So, no harm done. He didn't get caught. Anyway, yung problema lang dito sa kanya eh kuripot siya. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;updates soon&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nessa-luvurown.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, she's one of my best buddies at school. Naging close kami, along with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, nung pareho kami ng subjects. Ok, yung problema ko dito sa kanya eh yung pagkamakulit niya minsan. She's older than me btw. Ang inaabot ko sa kanya most of the time: Kurot, hampas, batok, and many more. I don't mind naman, pero being the moody that I am, I get so annoyed with what she does. I remembered, nung us three had a report thing. She came in late, and I didn't expect na lang that she'd contribute kasi nga late na siya and I don't think she can answer one of our classmate's arrogant question. She also has that high pitch voice na minsan naiirita ako. *tahimik lang ako* Then, there are times na tinutukso niya ako, then bumabawi by saying I'm cuter that way. *which is so not true* Paminsan lang rin to pumapasok. My mom told me na ganito raw talaga siya even before, *&lt;em&gt;student siya ng mama ko nung high school&lt;/em&gt;*. Di raw pumapasok, and she'd reason out na may sakit siya. Hmm, sa tingin ko nga oo *&lt;em&gt;judging from her physique&lt;/em&gt;*. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;updates soon&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://redmoy.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, ang lalaking di mo alam kung ano ang takbo ng utak. After our games or pag may lakad, pag aalis na siya sasabi lang ng "Una na ako, bye" Then yun, poof wala nah. Pag lingon namin to say goodbye nawala na siya. At first, you'd get the impression na istrikto toh siya, seryoso at bato. On the contrary, he's much more looney than any of the guys. Magjojoke nga seryoso naman ang mukha, I'd often ask him if joke nga ba yun o hindi. Siya rin kasabay ko before during our badminton season. And siya rin kasama ko nung friday sa gym. In keeping relationships, I must admit di siya magaling sa field na yun. I've seen his heartaches and heartbreaks. Yan ang napapala ng mga taong di marunong makinig sa mga advice ng kaibigan. *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;updates soon&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://jesel.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jesel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, she's been asking me kung andito na raw siya. Well, now you are. Pinakamahilig magreklamo at magtanong. Often teased as a BUTIKI. Not because of her physique, but because of, umm, sikreto para bibo. Haha. Anyway, like I said, she complains a lot and mahilig magparinig. Whenever she's not in good terms with someone, she tends to talk about it with some of her friends *including me* and then this leads us to talk about the bad things about that person. Isa rin siya sa mga di marunong umintindi. You know, the type who you have to repeat the instructions, over and over and over and over again. Like I said, mahirap umintindi. She nags, just like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-inner-daily-ramblings-3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;JV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Pero unlike JV, sumasali naman siya sa mga welga namin *hehe*. Isa rin siya sa mga nanunukso sakin about my height and being Jam Prats. *&lt;em&gt;rawr, damn you Jaspot!&lt;/em&gt;* *&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;updates soon&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sila muna for now, appetizers. Not that brutal comments about them pa. Just wait and see. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Just a while ago, there was this guy who sat next to me. I can see on his screen he'd been chatting with this girl *don't worry it's not about that*. Anyway, what caught my attention was how that guy looked. Kamukha niya si Lito Camo. Haha. He really does look like him. With the mustache and that hair. Just imagine Lito Camo sitting beside me, chatting. Hehe. &lt;em&gt;Tayo'y mag-otso otso, otso otso, mag otso otso pa. &lt;/em&gt;Toink!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;That thing with H, is part of my past. And I will keep H that way. As I've said before in my other posts, ang nakaraan ay di na dapat balikan. It's supposed to be left that way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Gym day tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Can't stop listening to MCR's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kDWgsQhbaqU"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Welcome to the Black Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. As in super! Tagos talaga yung lyrics eh. I feel like singing along, of course I know it'll cause another downpour here kaya next time na lang pag may dala na akong umbrella. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;They say that you'll know what kind of a person someone is through the music he/she listens to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Me? I like Jason Mraz, Panic! At The Disco, Fall Out Boy, MYMP, My Chemical Romance, Paolo Santos, RnB hits of the 90s, Justin Timberlake and Gin Blossoms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Now, I ask you, what kind of a person am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8245123969713077370?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8245123969713077370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8245123969713077370&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8245123969713077370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8245123969713077370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-inner-daily-ramblings-4-slash.html' title=':: My Inner Daily Ramblings 4 slash Updates  ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1275994943957749724</id><published>2006-11-11T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:49:59.719+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: say that again?!! ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just as I was browsing through some stuff, this woman comes up to me and asks me for money (&lt;em&gt;donation raw&lt;/em&gt;). Honestly, people like them annoys me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady&lt;/strong&gt;: Dong, pwede ka ba magdonate, kahit coins lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;em&gt;laughing secretly&lt;/em&gt;*: Sorry, wala eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady&lt;/strong&gt;: Sige na, di kasi toh para samin. *&lt;em&gt;wow, ang kulit&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Wala talaga eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady&lt;/strong&gt;: Dong, Kahit coins lang, sa church kasi toh. *&lt;em&gt;so? di naman ako pumupunta sa "church" nyo*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me&lt;/strong&gt;: Di po ako "dong". *&lt;em&gt;returns to what I was reading&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady&lt;/strong&gt;: Ay, di ka man pala lalake. Sorry. Kahit coins lang. *&lt;em&gt;magsosorry na nga, sisingit pa yung limos*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; *&lt;em&gt;taking out my 10 peso coin and handing it out to her&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady:&lt;/strong&gt; Salamat. God Bless you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's nice to hear someone telling you that May God Bless you, but in this case I'm having doubts whether it's just what she automatically says to people and stuff. Hayy. This has really kept me going here, hasn't it. That was the second time around this week I've been mistaken for a guy. First, was this other lady who asked me to accompany her in crossing the street *&lt;em&gt;my friends teased me as Boy Scout tuloy&lt;/em&gt;*. I obliged naman, pero natatawa ako. And she didn't even bother to take a very good look at me, she just kept on blabbering about how afraid she was to cross the street. Then this lady who asked me for some money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I hate people who ask for money, acts all poor and looking so sad. It doesn't work for me. Because I've instilled in my mind that if you give anything to them, better not money but rather food which can actually help. Who knows right? They'd use the money I gave them for solvent, syndicates or even drugs/cigarettes. Now, are you being helpful? It's better to give than to receive right? In this case, doubts are inevitable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This here, is part of the H and D story. Since some people have been asking me what really happened. I'd just tell it bit by bit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've mentioned in my previous post that H was really mad at me when we got our communication back right? That, I was not expecting. Since, I thought na magiging masaya that way. Na walang makikisingit sa kanila. I avoided any confrontation regarding that issue kasi baka ano pa masabi ko. I don't want to be the reason for fights and stuff, mind you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then, there was this one night where H got drunk *&lt;em&gt;just by sipping half a cup of beer ha&lt;/em&gt;*. H asked me something na naikwento sa kanya ni D *&lt;em&gt;my best dude&lt;/em&gt;*. Curious lang raw siya kung totoo nga ba raw yung nagkakacrush ako sa kanya. Being the dork that I was, sabi ko "Yeah, pero noon lang yun." I clearly said that. Then from there, I don't know what else we talked about pero nauwi sa pag-amin nya kung bakit galit na galit nga siya sa akin. Turns out may gusto din pala siya sakin. And ineexpect niya uunahan ko si D sa kanya. Little did H know, I had vanished from then on. I can still recall that night where H and D had this fight, and I found out it was because of me. Eh naisip ko na nung di kami nagkaayos *yung walang communication*, ok na ok naman sila. They had their own fights. Pero this got me thinking that I better change things back to the way it was before. I told H na di na niya muna ako makakausap for a while. And that's what I said and di na ako nagrereply sa mga text niya. Tawag pa nga ng tawag, pati si D kung ano ba raw pumasok sa isip ko at ganun nanaman raw ginawa ko. I didn't answer any of their questions. I simply went quiet. Then when I got home, tumawag si H. Stupid me, to forget that H already knows my home number *&lt;em&gt;stupid talaga*. &lt;/em&gt;I know na umiiyak na siya that time. Kasi pag umiiyak yun, nahihirapan huminga. Anyway, the last thing I heard was H saying "Manhid ka." Tinawanan ko lang siya and hung up. I wanted to keep things that way. Kung san ako'y nananahimik. Pero ang kulit talaga eh, nagkikita kami sa tambayan and it's soooo awkward *inside*. Aalis lang ako bigla. I did everything I did before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, that something I had with H? ganito kasi yun, after what happened, I told them everything was ok na. And during those talks on the phone. We agreed to keep "our" relationship a secret to everyone. Pag nagkikita kami sa tambayan, the regular hampasan lang and kurot *how sweet noh? with all the colorful pasa pa*. I told H na kung pwede lang wag niya ipamukha sakin yung maghaharutan sila ni D. Ang tanga naman, magtatanong kung nagseselos ba raw ako. Who wouldn't? And dinidiin niya na I'm not that serious with what we had. Dinidiin rin niya yung mga na-link sakin before. I had it with H's doubts and nagging. I gave up. I didn't want to be in that relationship with H anyway. Magsaya sana sila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Did I love H? Do I still love H now? I liked H. My ego's just hurt because of what H did. Now? No, I just have that feeling of you know. Yung pakiramdam na sayang, H would've been mine. But then again, wala naman akong mapapala sa kanya. So it's not a big a loss anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is what I feared. Blogging about THIS! Hayy, my readers deserve to know. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Had 14 kills !! Wooooo! And I used Chaos Knight (Nessaj). Cool! Never thought that my hero's that cool. Though nang-aagaw ako paminsan ng hero. Eh kasi naman, *drama mode*, I'm sick and tired na laging ako ang inaagawan ng hero. Huhu! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is how I spent my Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1275994943957749724?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1275994943957749724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1275994943957749724&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1275994943957749724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1275994943957749724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/say-that-again.html' title=':: say that again?!! ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7489940960084648420</id><published>2006-11-10T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T20:06:53.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: tick-tock::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We don't need time machines to go back in our past or see the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;We have memories for our past and dreams for our future. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was with my friends kanina sa mall. And to my most shocking encounter, nakita ko si tooot with her tooot. My stupid friend Aubrey called out tooot's kasama so loud, then started teasing me with tooot. Ok, let's represent them in letters. H and D. I had this thing I don't want to talk about here with H. And best dude ko si D. Anyway, when I saw them a while ago, imagine my reaction, I couldn't breathe (literally). Dagdagan pa ng siraulong kasama ko na pinaparinggan sila (pati ako). Rawr! Ayun, plastikan. Oh well. Then BIYAH este Beiah kept on saying "Affected!" And yeah, I'd shut up. And the teasing starts all over again. Good thing Camille was there, keeping my hopes up. (as always) Wait, I'm not saying na kontrabida sina Aubrey and Beiah, but the teasing just kept on going, and going and going. Whew, I just laughed it off and made puns so I'd distract myself from what had just happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Now, they're here behind me talking about what I should have done before. I shouldn't have given way for my best dude. But I couldn't help it since if you look at the facts (situation), they're both in the same school and I can't afford to buy H nice things or treat H out so wala, talo na. That's why when I told D na ok lang sakin, I changed my number and everything. Imagine my surprise when we got our communication back again, H was hell mad at me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;So many questions, but I simply said it was nothing, just something I HAD to do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And that's it. Ouch? a bit. H should've been mine. But martyrdom took the best of me and so I let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Memories. *Sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7489940960084648420?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7489940960084648420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7489940960084648420&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7489940960084648420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7489940960084648420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/tick-tock.html' title=':: tick-tock::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-5560640673592269571</id><published>2006-11-09T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T19:57:54.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: I don't want to be ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anything other than what I've been trying to be lately..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;how the song "I don't wanna be" goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I like the song, and no not because it's the opening song of that OTH series. The song simply represents me. Or any other person out there who's in a certain society wherein people would expect you to be just the same as them. People push you to be WHAT THEY want you to become. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm surrounded by liars everywhere I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm surrounded by imposters everywhere I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm surrounded by identity crisis everywhere I turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;am I the only one to notice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't be the only one who's learned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's a great feeling to not be somebody else. Shine your light in your own way. Sometimes, there are just those kind if people where you have to be who they expect you to be. In this case, you tend to suck up to those kind of people. You know deep inside it's not doing you any good to live in a pretentious life. And saying that it's only a "once-in-a-lifetime" thing that you're doing is not a valid reason to go on living a lie. We need to accept and be accepted of who we are. It's from this, we grow. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll be sorting out my friends' list in my &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; account. Ang matitira lang eh yung mga good looking people. Nyahaha. Sorry na lang yung iba. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We're supposed to watch a movie today. I'mnot exactly sure kung ano yung papanoorin namin basta ba't manonood raw kami since &lt;a href="http://czarenelmodelle.blogspot.com"&gt;Renel&lt;/a&gt;'s in one of his amazing get-ups.Hayy, but I guess he got too caught up at Tina's house writing another cd or something. Oh well, I'm stuck here. I'll probably go to Andoy's cafe and play DotA. Then again, sayang pera ko. Hmm, decision decisions. Kakain na lang muna ako ng twin popsies. Hehe. Masarap yung bagong flavor. Strawberry and Green Apple. ^_^ *slurp slurp*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, somebody sat next to me a while ago. At grabe! Parang naligo sa cologne. Mabango nga pero nasobrahan! Buti na lang di ko sya tinapik at sinabing "Hoy, naligo ka ba?" *hehe* Eh kasi naman, magpapabango na nga, sinobrahan pa para tuloy di siya naligo at nagpango na lang para sabihing , you know nah hehe. Wooo. Paaaaawwweerrr! Wala lang, featured na siya dito. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Excited na ako bukas, sasabay si &lt;a href="http://redmoy.blogspot.com"&gt;Red&lt;/a&gt; sa gym pati si &lt;a href="http://katharine-sai.blogspot.com"&gt;Kath&lt;/a&gt;, siguradong masaya toh. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;no other entries to be put in eh.. :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-5560640673592269571?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/5560640673592269571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=5560640673592269571&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5560640673592269571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5560640673592269571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-dont-want-to-be.html' title=':: I don&apos;t want to be ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-5557377509440761393</id><published>2006-11-08T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T21:34:05.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>: Calm ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;As of the moment, I feel so relaxed and refreshed (c2?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I went to the gym earlier this morning with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://katharine-sai.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Kath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;. We planned to go at 6am and decided to meet at our street's corner. When I got there, I had to wait for like, 30 minutes. Hoping that in one of the jeepneys Kath would be there. Hayy, I thought that maybe I'd go to the gym by myself since I really don't like to wait. Anyway, she arrived and so off we go to the gym. After an hour, she told me she wants to make her braso smaller as well as her tummy. I warned her, "Commitment is crucial to accomplishment." Then pointed on a poster that had that phrase. Sumimangot. I dared her to come with me to the gym every morning so she can lose a few pounds or something, shave off some skin. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, I have to admit, I have nothing else to post here for today which is why I opted to tell you what happened kanina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hmm, about sa special someone ko. &lt;a href="http://www.myownpinkchocolates.blogspot.com/"&gt;Potpot&lt;/a&gt;'s been bugging me about who my special someone is. SIKRETO PARA BIBO. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, sabi ko sa kanya kanina na gumawa siya ng rules para samin. Hehe. Wala lang. I would just like to share that with everyone here. Kapamilyang bloggers! Kung sa kaklase ko, blogsters raw. Haha *sorry Bords*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've noticed that when it comes to topics about L-O-V-E, everyone really has something to say about it. Hmm, I wonder why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Does it stir up something inside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sobrang affected ka ba sa topic na kelangan mo talagang magpost o mag comment about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At bakit naman kung sa ibang topics and nasasagot lang eh.. "hehe"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hey, I mean, this is not a bad thing you know. I would just like to point out these things I've been encountering.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You might think that hindi pa siguro ako nakakaexperience ng sobrang sakit na ewan in relation to this love thing. Honeslty, I ave, but I used logic in dealing with it which is why I'm no suicidal dork. I don't drown myself with food, booze and unhealthy stuff. I don't stray away from my friends. And even if I'm alone, I'd never have a breakdown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Why? Simple, life is so full of splendid things. I enjoy them. I always say to myself, never be too attached to anyone unless I am really sure about what I feel. I give myself the freedom to react on whatever it is that I do, say, feel or think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Weird? Not really, kahit na parang nagsisigawan na sa ulo ko yung mga opinyon ng bawat "personas" sa pagkatao ko. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hayy, weather-weather lang pala ang pagkakapanalo sa DotA. Some days you're good at it, and some days you just SUCK. Theory proven. Oh well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After our game, Giovanne offered me some sticks. Since they're for free, I gladly accepted. ^_^ Just had two. Switched flavors so not that much nicotine. Buti na lang di tuloy-tuloy. Unlike before na di ako makukuntento sa isang stick lang. I'm not proud of it. Pero sa totoo lang, it soothes me. It's a new high. And for those who has their brows raised, it's not a peer thing. It's something I CHOSE to do or be in to. And no, it's not that hard to quit. Pero once in a blue moon, I go back to a couple of sticks. And that's it. I guess that's final for this month. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-5557377509440761393?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/5557377509440761393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=5557377509440761393&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5557377509440761393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/5557377509440761393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/calm.html' title=': Calm ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6644190908226256616</id><published>2006-11-07T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:49:13.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Fresh ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;An end to 18, and the beginning of being 19. I have so much to do and see. So many places to go to and foods to eat. *haha*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Am I really that childish? And if I am, so what?! I am Peter Pan (other version). But unlike him, I grow inside. Well, I believe my mind does so. I like to crack jokes, laugh and then sit in a corner na nakatunganga. Yes, I am like that. Up until now natatawa pa rin ako sa mga comment ng mga kaklase ko noon whenever I make them write something about me. M-O-O-D-Y. Who isn't? They say that as if it's a bad thing. *hehe*. Why am I writing about this? Err, I received a gift from my friend Pearl. It's a mug with some writings on it. Ang nakalagay? ---&gt; "Psst, bata, DON'T SAY YOU'RE 19, it doesn't show =)* At first, I was happy kasi nakatanggap ako ng regalo *kahit maliit na bagay ok na ok*. Then nung nabasa ko yun, parang, should I be happy sa nakalagay or not. Nakakaloko kasi.. hehehhe. Anywho, yun lang. *bow*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Hahay, napapansin ko lang ha. Kung kelan ako magkakaron ng syota saka lang magsusulputan ang mga nakaraan. Nagpaparamdam. Ano ba gusto nyong gawin ko? Ang nakaraan ay di na pwedeng balikan.Ok?! Yung isa sobrang kulang talaga sa pansin *tiniis ko for 5 months*. Now she's telling me na gusto nya mag-suicide. And what I said? "Ang corny mo!" Ayun, di na nagreply. he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;he, eh totoo naman noh! Corny yung ganun. Papansin lang talaga, and I don't think na ako yung gagawin nyang rason pra gawin nya yun, I mean, nagkkwentuhan lang naman kami uli and bigla nyang babanggitin yun, sarap upakan. Yung isa naman, ok na ok sana makwento pero sumusobra rin kasi, kulang na lang eh ikwento nya kung pano siya nagdudumi *yeah!* Yung isa naman, once in a blue moon magpaparamdam. Checking on my lovelife (halos nga lahat sila ganun tinatanong sakin). Hayy. Like I said, past is past. It's meant to be left as THAT. I don't have to be sorry because I've already told them about what I thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ok, I want to feature someone here. Tsen tsenenen! &lt;a href="http://bamthegreat.blogspot.com"&gt;BAM THE GREAT&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What about her? Well, I just met her through &lt;a href="http://lovemeorlikeme.livejournal.com"&gt;Karla&lt;/a&gt;. Sinali siya sa Teentalkistas. Naintriga kasi ako, coz Karla said that this Bam person could stay up late and can talk just about anything. Kaya yun. When we talked (text pala), I discovered we have a few things in common. Then one time, I was at the mall and so was she. Ayun, I told her I was at this area with my mom and stuff. Sabi niya magkikita raw kami. Anak ng tokwa di nagpakita, tinext ba naman ako ng "Hihi, ang cute mo pala." (she was referring to my height of course). Rawr! I told her she was so unfair. Eh nung sinabi niya na nasa Video City siya (to be fair daw), puntahan ko siya dun (demanding). Being the professional, I stood at one corner, one floor above the VC and just across it I could see two people browsing through the CDs. I waited for like 2 minutes kasi mukhang papalabas na sila ng kasama niya dun. Then 5,4,3,2,1. Toink. Nakita ko na siya (she didn't see me haha!) Then I went back to my mom who was busy looking at jogging pants (sasabay raw siya mag gym sakin hehe). Then I told myself, Ok we're even! Bwahaha! Funny. It was a good start. And we've been having short conversations. I'm enlightened with her knowledge. Kewl siya. Drawback? Tinutulugan ako!! Yun lang. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh, my classmates has already read everything I've said about them here. And what they want me to do, is to bash myself here too. Hehe, pagbibigyan ko sila. You earthlings shall know everything there is about me. toink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh, if you want to see what happened yesterday visit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-day.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'s blog. ^_^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6644190908226256616?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6644190908226256616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6644190908226256616&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6644190908226256616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6644190908226256616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/fresh.html' title=':: Fresh ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6480497084355685537</id><published>2006-11-06T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:08:06.777+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Brighter Side ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've been deprived of things I longed to have, but still I know that the grass is always greener on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;It's been years that I wished my birthday would be moved to 7, since my favorite number is 7.&lt;br /&gt;I guess while my mom was carrying me, di na nya kinaya. Tsaka sobrang excited ako lumabas nun to see the world *kuno*.&lt;br /&gt;Ayan tuloy, maling date lumabas. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I constantly thank God for this day, and for the rest of the days He has given me. And FYI, thanking God or acknowledging Him isn't that creepy at all. I know most of the readers has this weird reaction when it comes to talking about God. That spine-tingling thing. Goosebumps all over. Mock me or not, I do appreciate everything God has bestowed upon me. So should you.&lt;br /&gt;*closed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lyka, pwede na ba tong pang novel? hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/avybc3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;'s gift to me. ^_^ my very own slogan (?). Hehe.Thank you Tina. If it wasn't for you I wouldn't have come back to the blogging world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just came from the gym, btw. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Tinodo ko na pagwowork-out ko. And no, I'm not celebrating this day with a party and all the&lt;em&gt; engrande&lt;/em&gt; stuff. I;d rather relax at home and just save the money I have left. Hayy. I love myself. Ingat ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;To my special someone: Pagaling ka. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Arrived at school around 12pm. Went to the lab for a short while. Only a few people greeted me. I already know that they're up to something. But I didn't spoil the moment because maybe it's not for me. After the first subject we all went to the next one (my last subject for the day). In the middle of the class while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://johnnel.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Johnnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; was reporting, the lights were turned off. I knew then that there was a cake and that's it. (That's what we usually do for the others on their birthday).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://nessa-luvurown.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Vanessa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; came in with the cake. And the candle? Not 19, it was 7. (my favorite number) Then each of them were holding their own candles. They sang and yun, of course I'm not that INSENSITIVE to not feel so overwhelmed at that moment. It was then I knew how great the feeling is when you have friends. I blew all the candles. I forgot to make a wish, I was caught off-guard eh. We all ate, and like what I've dreaded, they all put icing on my face. (I'll post the pictures and the video here soon thanks to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt; and Bords.) And it was crazy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pati yung teacher namin andun nilagyan ko na rin ng icing. Patay-mali pa kasing nagoorganize kunwari ng test papers namin. (I'll post my scores after this). They also bought junks and stuff. Picture-picture din. (I'm the celebrity...for the day). It was so nice. I felt so happy inside. (Of course di ko lang masyadong pinakita yun, though I thanked them sincerely naman). I'm just wondering where JV was at that time. After that thing I wrote about her here, medyo nag-iba na mood nya. Hehe. AFFECTED! nyahaha (I am so mean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What about my gradeschool buddies? Well, they kept on insisting we go to my house (kahit wala akong handa, at tinapay at coke lang raw eh ok na) to celebrate my birthday. Bonding raw uli. I've nothing against being with them pero I just don't like the way she says it eh. Tipong pinipilit. I know I'll end up paying a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;- (mind you, di ako kuripot wala lang talaga akong pera kasi sabi ko sa mama ko na para iwas gastos eh di na lang ako maghahanda).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sus! dakilang anak!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-(&lt;/em&gt;anjan ka nanaman! huwag ka nang humirit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(anong paki mo? bertdey nating dalawa wag ka na umalma!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-(cge, panalo ka! rawr)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;My grades:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Intro to Electronics (Prelim) = 88&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Software Engineering (Prelim) = 94&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Philippine History (Prelim) = 95&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(I don't know what the hell happened with my grades.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;rawr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*this post is to be updated later(maybe)*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6480497084355685537?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6480497084355685537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6480497084355685537&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6480497084355685537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6480497084355685537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/brighter-side.html' title=':: Brighter Side ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-7747202906300304437</id><published>2006-11-05T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T19:59:53.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: 6 Hours ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Updates!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn't have the chance to update for like, 3 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I went to Kapalong, it takes 2 whole hours to get there. So basically it's outside Davao. Anyway, I like the place. I've never, in my entire (18 years) life, seen so many BANANAS. Acres and acres of banana. Woo. Ok why in the first place was I there? I celebrated my friend's birthday there. Yeah, the place is what you'd call "bukid" or pasosyal epek "farm". The food was great, and just being with my friends is hell a lot fun than being at a carnival all by myself. FUN!I'll upload the pictures after my friend sends it to me. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We stayed there till the Saturday. We had to leave agad unfortunately since most of us still had other appointments and stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, we were back here by 12 noon. After taking a shower, me and my family headed to the cemetery (a saturday routine). After that I asked my mama to drop me off at Cedrick's house since the whole gang(gradeschool barkada) is gonna meet up and bond. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-I'm so thankful that up until now we're still in touch with each other. I mean, unlike other batchmates who hardly recognizes a face, rather remembers a name, anymore.-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ok, I got there earlier than the others (as usual). I played DotA, then Marvin came. Camille, Niña, Jonalyn, Jona, Cindy were present. Oh, and Red. (I'm mentioning names that you don't even know, tch). We all agreed to a movie marathon thingy. We didn't finish Just My Luck (I believe I was the only one who actually watched it). We then switched to Step Up. Ok, I was REALLY expecting to see a lot of flashy moves. To my disappointment, You Got Served totally is better than this movie. Small lines, not that much dancing. Lame moves. Although that little girl, the guy's sister, looked familiar that's when it hit me that THAT was the girl who's always in Missy Elliot's music videos. You know, that girl who could best of any other kids in the block. She dances like a pro. Woo! Well, that was it. The movie, in short, is not that GREAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After the movie, they planned about drinking at Red's house. I didn't go with them since I had to meet my other friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://ayrina.vox.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ay-Ay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. Everyone was getting on my nerves, coz they kept on teasing me. I won't talk about that here, mind you. Well, basically we just talked about stuff. Since it's been, like, months since we went out and stuff. Girl Talk! Haha. (kami lang nakaka-gets nito). It was fun, just sitting and talking and criticizing the people who'd pass by our table. I think it was WHORE night there at BluGre. I hate socialites. And madami sila kagabi. We were outnumbered, since I was hungry na we decided to eat. The food was great! Woo I love spare ribs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After that, we went separate ways. Sumunod pa ako kina Red only to find them all knocked out. Nag-inuman pala talaga ang mga sira. Well, luckily walang natira sa ininom nila. Hehe. I didn't stay for long (12 am o_O). I went home, had a short conversation with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bamthegreat.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Bam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; then went to sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wala lang. Just a few realizations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The priest's sermon was about the National Youth Day held here in Davao (for the first time sabi niya). He said something about how the kids involved in the event will be sharing the pains and problems as a teenager. The this thought struck me, those kids will be like traitors to all the kids out there who wants to be left misunderstood and seem so troubled, oh and lost. It's a funny thought. It's like letting out a secret. The sole reason of those "rebel" kids will finally be revealed. You know how in this generation there are tons and tons of kids who are like that. Papansin? Maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are two results for a kid who lacks attention:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1. They tend to shy away and be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;2. Those hyper kids who run around like crazy and play pranks on people. Kids who are just too loud.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;So, where do you belong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Why is it that people who has just been dumped, gotten out of a really bad relationship or just plain heartbroken resort to hurting themseles, physically? Will that pain ever go away if they this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The reason why they're doing stuff like almost killing theirselves is "Because of Love".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Plain crap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;And no, it's not because something happened or whatever to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I believe their supposed to reason out, "Because I'm dumb enough to not leave anything for myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love is not a valid reason for a heart broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As that line in the Bible goes, "Love is patient. Love is kind. Love is not selfish."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Yeah, love is patient, but not to the extent of letting your partner hurt you on the inside (pwede rin outside hehe).Being patient by means of not throwing tantrums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love is kind. Love isn't supposed to make you do horrible things. It's not supposed to make you leave your friends and ignore their advices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Love is NOT selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;See? Love is not selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;What makes people selfish? It's giving their whole loves/love for a certain person, to whom I don't think has any right at all to torment those who loves them. This makes you selfish because you're not considering yourself in the relationship. You're not LISTENING to what half of your mind is saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;There's a big difference between being SELFLESS and being downright SELFISH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;When you're being selfless, it's because you're considering what's best for the BOTH of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Selfish is when you just do things on impulse (and no, the first reaction is not ALWAYS the right thing).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;You're just being stupid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Binigyan pa naman tayo ni Papa God ng utak para makaag-isip. And still we don't make an effort to use it in every way. (I'm not saying na yung utak natin ang gagamitin natin para kumain, uminom or brush our teeth ha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God is Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Kung sa DotA pa, gumamit ka ng Linken's Sphere para di ka tablan ng spells. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh! I won week 28 Blog of the Week! Wee.To all who voted, I thank so much. Hayy, watta feeling. Teentalkers, fellow bloggers and my friends, I thank you. Bow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you din po &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://salaswildthoughts.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;MR. TALKSMART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love myself. Ingat ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;few more hours till my birthday &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-7747202906300304437?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/7747202906300304437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=7747202906300304437&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7747202906300304437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/7747202906300304437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/6-hours.html' title=':: 6 Hours ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-8350914847232080383</id><published>2006-11-02T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T19:37:36.789+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: All Saint's Day ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I am yet again plagued with disappointing thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Unsure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Emotionally disoriented, that is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Should I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Must I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A need?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A want?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Change is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;It's what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A must-have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I should move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Start fresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I don't need childish relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I must grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I apologize for this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At the moment, I am, like what I said, confused. I am uncertain about things. But to make it clearer, I must let go of something I shouldn't have grabbed on to in the first place. I should not play with people's emotions. Like going in the mud, playing, but all these dirt shouldn't be on me for long. I must wash it off. Yeah, a shower. That's what I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I need to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm currently listening to This is how a heart breaks by Rob Thomas. Somehow, I can relate. I don't know why.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hayy, I don't want to celebrate my birthday. This is just one of my moments when I'd get all depressed about stuff for a reason that I don't know. Ouch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Or maybe because, I just lost in DotA. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-8350914847232080383?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/8350914847232080383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=8350914847232080383&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8350914847232080383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/8350914847232080383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/all-saints-day.html' title=':: All Saint&apos;s Day ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1511527114773437359</id><published>2006-11-01T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:12:44.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Over My Head ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7054/4135/1600/IMG_0839.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7054/4135/320/IMG_0839.0.jpg" width="504" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the people from the Tagum trip.. ^_^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;was, unfortunately, not in the picture because she took it. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what to post about for this day. Oh, wait about last night. Well, like I said me and my family were at the cemetery. My dad's spot was far from my mama's nanay and tatay. Since I arrived late, my mama told me that me and brother should go visit my dad. Well, that's exactly what we did. While we were walking (without talking), I noticed that year by year the cemetery's becoming more and more like a flea market. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh wait, scratch that, A CAMPING SITE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You see people there visiting their dead loved ones alright, but with soo many equipments. Kulang na lang eh dalhin nila yung bahay nila dun. I mean, it's not bad naman to bring along something to entertain you but sheesh, a matress, a big TV and a stove-like thing. Is their sole reason for going there is just for the sake of BEING there? I'm not saying that the place should be all solemn or something pero, inaabuso na ng mga tao ang purpose why they visit their family or friend's graves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should we not give respect to the dead? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should we not be decent enough to not exploit people who didn't get the chance to bring food or other stuff? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should we not go there and not for the fact na napilitan tayo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This day, is.. not for mourning but for remembering those who have passed away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Buti na lang at wala akong nakita dun na tulag ng nakita ko last year. (no not a ghost). Girls who wore dresses as if going to a party. (better yet a bar or a club). As the years pass, people are finding unethical reasons for doing things. Hayyy, kids and the old are just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAEKWONDO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yeah, by next week I'll be taking lessons with my friend Bea. Woo, first badminton, then the gym and then this. How fit can I get? Can't wait to learn the moves. Ohh, super excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently listening to "Welcome to the Black Parade" by My Chemical Romance.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Flashbacks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me and my dad at the golf club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me driving the cart, like mad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me being spoiled by my dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me eating strawberry ice cream, coco cruch, cali and frosties at my dad's room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me seeming not to care at all for my father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me not being able to come or see him at all inthe hospital the day before he passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me overwhelmed with pure sadness at the age of 18.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me realizing I was a real jerk at the age of 12, when my father died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yes, his memory will carry on. The things he taught me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;About not going in a public restroom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Not trusting anyone that easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Being careful with my things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;How to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;New techies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Up until now, I regret not being there for him when he was asking for me. I am forever haunted by thought of being a disappointment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;His memory, shall be forever kept here within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This post will be ended with a deep sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1511527114773437359?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1511527114773437359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1511527114773437359&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1511527114773437359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1511527114773437359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/11/over-my-head.html' title=':: Over My Head ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1125465150867483794</id><published>2006-10-31T10:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:06:54.581+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Happy Halloween ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" &gt;It's Halloween and my header's all ready for Christmas. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's our Pre-Finals, I already took 3 of my subjects and I still have two more. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (I don't really need it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(hoy ang yabang mo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(eh totoo naman noh! mangongopya lang silang lahat sakin sa web programming)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(At talagang sinabi mo pa! wooo! me-mental block-out ka sana)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take the exams a bit earlier because me and my family are going to the cemetery. Rather than being stuck in traffic tomorrow, we'll go there tonight so we won't be eating dust and inhaling smogs! Woooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Wondering why I don't have a post for yesterday? Err, I thought it would be nice if I just waited for people to comment first on my very long entry rather than just posting everyday where I don't get a lot of comments. But I figured, I'd get all restless about not being able to post anything for this certain day. So here I am, posting another entry here. Wishing it would actually make some sense. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Birthdays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine's gonna be on, .....SIKRETO PARA BIBO.&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we went out (after playing DotA of course). Everyone was at the Autoshop, it was another typical night out where I'd end up going home early due to BOREDOM. But I did enjoy the surprise prepared by my classmates for our friend, Giovanne. They had this cake and all, and had this guy he has a cruch on to join in. As he blew the candles at the struck of 12am, careful not to rain on us (he's a lisp), I sat across him and greeted a cheery Happy Birthday.  Seeing him so happy made me realize that I never had a bitrhday like this where my friends would prepare something like that. It was half my fault since I really don't want anything mushy done for me. Pero ako naman yung tipong would do just about anything just to make my friend's day special. Hayy, I'd really like it if I see unexpected people greeting me on my birthday. Haayy, FAT CHANCE!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be preparing any handa for my friends. I'd rather spend my money on other stuff. Pero I'd still spend my day with them. Teka, pano nga ba yun if starting of classes is ON my birthday! Waah! My friends said that I'm going to really treat them for dinner and stuff. I told them, di ako papasok sa araw na yun. Sabi naman nila na pupuntahan raw nila ako sa bahay. Sabi ko naman, HAHAHA wala ako sa bahay! aalis ako! hahahah! Traydor raw ako. hehe. just an expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19, oh 19. I'm coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1125465150867483794?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1125465150867483794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1125465150867483794&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1125465150867483794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1125465150867483794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/happy-halloween_31.html' title=':: Happy Halloween ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-9037064983870671676</id><published>2006-10-29T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T20:36:17.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: OMG ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Huwaw, I'm really surprised as in SUUUUPPPPPERRRIIIIZZZEDDDD! (ay, mali spelling.) Never thought I'd be nominated in Mr. &lt;a href="http://salaswildthoughts.blogspot.com"&gt;Talksmart'&lt;/a&gt;s polls, woooo. Wala lang. I just want to gush about it since it's something really new to me. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Vote for me here, if you find anything really that interesting in my blog and if I do deserve it. It's all in your hands. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://salaswildthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here and find the poll area.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Anyway, I went to church earlier. Ok, I must admit (blushes) that God is not the only reason why I go to this particular church. There's this certain someone who's a part of the choir. Err, yun lang. Bitin noh? hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Actually I just want to point out things that has struck me. Have you ever noticed people aren't as conservative as before. People at church are wearing skirts and really revealing clothes. Yung iba naman nakikipagharutan sa kasama nila. And some are just there para magpa-cute when in fact HINDI naman sila cute. Yung buhok, kung anu-anong klase ang pagpapatayo na ginagawa. May shades pa. They're treating the Church as if it's a mall or something. This disgusts me. And I admit that I don't turn off my cellphone while there's a mass though I switch it to silent mode. What irritates me is that at the middle of the mass or during a solemn part of the mass, may biglang tutunog. And di lang yung tipong Nokia tune na naka-level 1 ha, level 5 na parang cordless phone ang dating ng tunog. Yung iba naman, nokia na ascending or basta yun, na super lakas naman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;PEOPLE, I KNOW YOU CAN AFFORD A CELLPHONE AND I'M PRETTY SURE THAT YOU'RE NOT THAT DEAF TO NOT HEAR YOUR PHONE, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, THROW YOUR CELLPHONES OUT THE WINDOW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another thing that I noticed is that whenever you find a seat and you pass through the aisle, people stare at you. Pakiramdam ko nasa runway ako and I'm being criticized by what I wear and my walk (or how I look). Hmm, maybe they think that I'm too UNcool to be wearing simple clothes. SEE?! Even at Church di mo matatakasan ang mapanghusgang mga mata ng mga taong walang ibang ginawa kundi umupo at magsulat sa invisible paper nila ang mga kumento nila sa mga ibang taong naroon. Respect should be in order, as well as decency!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Deliver us from evil, amen"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ha! Here we go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, so the &lt;strong&gt;trip to Tagum&lt;/strong&gt; was amazing. I mean, just being with them surely took a load off some heavy matters. It was just an hour drive, we talked on the way, ate and laughed at funny things. Of course, di maiiwasan ang paguusap namin about sa mga DotA games namin. And you know what, pagdating namin dun, after we ate lunch and everything we looked for an internet cafe para lang tsen tsenenen! maglaro ng DotA! Hehe, we had 2 hours to kill anyway so we thought we might as well play right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(sus! palusot ka pa, addict ka lang talaga sa DotA).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&gt;(huh? hindi ah!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hmm, aminin!!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&gt;(ahh. ehh, o sige panalo ka na!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(bwahahaha)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The wedding was nice, but suprisingly the mass ended too soon. Or maybe dahil sa mga kakulitan namin we didn't notice that patapos na pala yung mass. Akalain mo yun, habang ongoing ang mass picture ng picture ang mga sira (ok, isa na ako dun). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The pictures? err, tingnan nyo na lang dito --&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lilyahoo.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lilyahoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At the reception, we came a bit late pero just in time to see a spine-tingling presentation by the staff of the hotel. May steps, halatang pinaghandaan ng isang taon. You can see most of them still counting and all of them were a bunch of old crew. They did that twice as they served each table with cakes and champagne (na parang soda lang). All in all, I give them 5 out of 10 for their creativity. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Then there were the usual releasing of the doves, slicing of the cake, the garter thingy, the bouquet and the balloon with candies in it. Well, the MC said that all the kids gather in front to get ready. She even said, "Ok, pati na rin yung mga isip bata." Then they all looked at me. Tama ba yun? Hayy. Deadma na lang. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;After that we all went home to DAVAO! It's really different when you're in your hometown. You have this feeling of being so secure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hinatid na yung iba, the boys and me headed straight for our friend's cafe and dun naglaro nanaman ng Dota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Kita mo! Adik ka talaga!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&gt;(Humirit ka pa talaga!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2 games then yun tapos na. Nag-yaya yung may-ari na mag-inuman daw dun sa kanila. Ayun, nakisabay lang ako. Nakipag kwentuhan na lang ako sa kanila. About our games, our school, people we know and everything else. Then, this cousin of our friend would butt in, kung magsalita kasi parang ibang language di ko maintindihan. Naiirita ako. It's like I want to slap him and say "Hoy! Pakamatay ka nga!" Then again, I kinda think na nakakaawa pa naman siya tingnan so yun bigla akong natauhan. (&lt;strong&gt;wait, wait tao na talaga ako dati pah&lt;/strong&gt;!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nagpatawag na lang ako ng taxi then went home agad. I panicked for about 10 minutes after realizing that I left my iPod and other cellphone at his house. Waah. Bukas ko pa makukuha. Talk about being sttuuuppiiidd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Gym nanaman bukas! wee. I'm excited, I finally found a replacement for my old sneakers. Nagsasalita na kasi yung dati kong sapatos kaya yun. Hehe. Ohhh, my mom's interested in going with me to the gym. Natatawa ako kasi na-excite din siya sa paghanap ng get-up niya para pag nag-gym na siya. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Umm, my friend Beatold me that we'd get a karate session too. I couldn't say no to that coz I'm really interested. Wee! Hiiiyaaah!! Whaapaak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mr. Talksmart! Thank you for nominating me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-9037064983870671676?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/9037064983870671676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=9037064983870671676&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/9037064983870671676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/9037064983870671676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/omg.html' title=':: OMG ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-2974531201403254505</id><published>2006-10-28T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T10:30:45.442+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Friendster addicts ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I just opened my friendster and a few people gave me invites. I don't want to sound or seem so rude but I don't know them. And as always, I'd ask who they are and if we've met or something. The annoying part there is that I'd get no reply. Sheesh! tama ba yun?!  I don't want to add just ANYONE on my friends list you know. And I've been deleting people I don't know in my list. Anyway, I browsed through some profiles there and you know what's irritating? Profiles na maraming ka-echusan. The links aren't where they're supposed to be. Sa about me field naman eh andaming graphics, nagha-hang tuloy yung whole page. Ang gulo talaga. These people are certified friendster addicts. It just goes to show what type of personality they have. Magulo. For those who has profiles which fitted my description, well, you know nah. Basta, naiirita ako sa mga ganun. Yung iba rin, kung hindi sa profile eh sa bulletin naman ang mangungulit. Post ng post. Flood ng flood ng kahit ano. Tuloy yung mga importanteng posts dun eh di na makita. It's like a person would post 100 entries there, be it survey, magpapa-add daw sila, nanghihingi ng regalo, senseless chain letters. Hayy! And mga friendster messages raw galing sa may-ari ng friendster. Sheesh. Mga taong walang magawa sa buhay. Please, do me a favor and just die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;-----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept during Software Engineering class. The reporter, &lt;a href="http://czarenelmodelle.blogspot.com/"&gt;Renel&lt;/a&gt;, was super boring. I turned my player on and listened to Panic! At The Disco tracks. Is this the proper behavior to show in school? Since I'm not learning anything actually, then YES. Like I said before, this ain't a school. Parang tambayan lang, although you come here regularly and someone would just babble in front of youu for an hour or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, as I tried to sleep, my mind kept wandering off elsewhere. Made me feel uneasy. &lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com/"&gt;Tina&lt;/a&gt; was in front of me, looking at this paper, mumbling something. Hayy, too many scheduled trips in my calendar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm nearing 19. The thought of it made me realize I've outgrown myself *not physically*. I look back at myself 2 years ago. Fresh meat, unsure of what path to take. I've realized that I have done seen and been through so much within this 2 years. It's fun oto be a musicia, an IT geek and be athletic at the same time. What I aim to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so you've  noticed that I clearly want to drown myself with being involved in a lot of things. Yes, I am avoiding matters of the heart. I refuse to be tormented with feelings that will make me unable to focus on more  important things. I refuse to be affected with petty emotions. I have a goal and I intend to reach that. Mushy stuff ain't my priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just how thungs are supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still...  this I tell you, I may be a loner, but I'm never alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I will be going to Tagum in a hort while and attend a wedding of &lt;a href="http://junemaesaga.blogspot.com/"&gt;June&lt;/a&gt;'s sister. Well, honestly, I'm just there for the food. hehe. But it's a nice experience to be in a different place in Mindanao other than just here in Davao or Digos. Road trip with the college batchmates!. Woo can't wait, this will surely be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this from Tina's blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img151.imageshack.us/img151/8453/nessavypq6hb8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yummy cream-O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;*bow*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-2974531201403254505?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/2974531201403254505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=2974531201403254505&amp;isPopup=true' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2974531201403254505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2974531201403254505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/friendster-addicts.html' title=':: Friendster addicts ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-1968408669127707994</id><published>2006-10-27T12:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:17:02.277+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: caution ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I have this fear of posting anything poetic. A paranoia so to speak. Coz you know how it is here in the blogosphere, too many robberies happening. So I've really made sure that who so ever plans to steal anything from here won't get anything that's worth something. Plagiarism really ticks me off. You do something important and before you could even blink you see your "work of art" being published in a blog somewhere. It's a bit flattering for people to find it so interesting that they steal it but the LINE has been broken. RESPECT has been neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;This is the sole reason why I refrain from posting anything that's substantial. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;to be updated later. lunch break :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-1968408669127707994?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/1968408669127707994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=1968408669127707994&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1968408669127707994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/1968408669127707994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/caution.html' title=':: caution ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6758751137322182507</id><published>2006-10-26T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T18:09:51.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Replies ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I can't seem to open my comment box, sheesh, dito na lang ako magrereply para sa comment nyo dun sa previous post ko.. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://glowinthedark.ebloggy.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Celena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6. Didn't even shed a tear when her dad died. Huwat?!?! Grabe naman yun! Ilang taon ka ba nung mamatay yung dad mo? 8. Goes to school na nakapambahay lang. Woah. Hindi ko ata kaya yun. Kasi pagsinabi kong pambahay, pambahay talaga. Hehe! ^-^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Umm, matapos grumaduate ng Grade 6 po. May 18. Yung kuya ko lang yung umiyak ewan ko ba kung bat di rin ako nakisali sa pag iyak eh, I just drove my dad's golf cart dun sa cementeryo, ako kasi pinamamaneho nya pag naggo-golf sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yeah, nakapambahay, baggy shirt, shorts and slippers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://spunky-ef.blogspot.com"&gt;Principessa Sita&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ako hindi ako adik sa DotA, sa GTA ako adik e, hahaha :D Mahilig din ako mangolekta ng autrograph nung elementary hanggang 2nd year ako. Teka, tagged pala ako? Bukas na ako magsasagot, bukas birthday ko na, yipee! Kakamiss ka Ate Avy!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Waaaahhh Happeee Boitdei!! san ang handaan?.. makikikain ako at ginugutom nanaman ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.not2popular.com/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hello,. uy nag we weights ka..cool.. maganda yan,. ako nga walang ntime.. kung meron lang sana,. gusto ko din,. hehe..!! uy ano yung Dota?! haha.. ako din nung highschool nahilig sa slumbook..!! link kita ha..TC~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;salamat sa pagdaan. ^_^ link din po kta ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Kasali kasi sa routine nung trainer na ipagbuhat kami ng ganun kya un. Pwede naman na sa bahay ka lang sa curl ups and echus nga lang. Yun ginagawa ko eh ehehhe. ^_^ Oo super grabe halos ebri week ako nangobgolekta, hehe. ^_^ Yung DotA (Defense of the Ancient) nga po pala eh PC game, Warcraft Frozen Throne. Enjoy po laruin lalo na pag marami kayo.. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myownpinkchocolates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Potpot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hihihi.. salamat sa pagtag! hehehe.. :) nxt post ko sasagutn yn!! hehehe.. :) pwmiz!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Walang problema.. hehe.. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A note on the bulletin board read:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;DON'T FEEL PERSONALLY, TOTALLY, IRREVOCABLY RESPONSIBLE FOR EVERYTHING GOING ON AROUND YOU. THAT'S MY JOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Signed: GOD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;---&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I didn't play DotA today, why? I don't know, maybe because mabibitin lang ako kasi I have this business appointment thing with my friend at 7pm. So pretty much sayang lang yung pamasahe and effort. Oh well. Hmm, I'm hungry and I want to eat a really heavy meal. Yun tipong isang bundok na yung kanin and everything. Meat, I need meat! hehe. Buti na lang tamad ako and I won't end up actually eating like a pig. (watch my diet, watch my diet).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ok, I'm pissed off at Rachel Digimon este Digamon! A school mate. I shouldn't be mentioning her name here at baka isipin ninyo at niya na importante siyang tao to have been featured here. No, she isn't pero she ticked me off kanina eh. Coming into our room, bothering my friends who were busy doing their exams. Nakakairita yung ganun. Ganito kasi yun:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rachel: Hoy Bordz, pwede ka ba makausap sandali?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Red: Di pwede, may ginagawa pa siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rachel: Eh ba't ikaw sumasagot, siya pa pinapagawa mo sa quiz mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me: *butts it* Exam, hindi quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Rachel: Sus, mangoreksyon pa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At that moment things really heated off for me. To the point I stood up and wanted to bash her head in the monitor. I wanted to shout at her "CAUSE YOU"RE STUPID!". But I kept my composure and continued with what I was doing. *Debugging a program*.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;How does this Rachel girl look like? A vulture. Matangkad, malaking ilong, a really shiny forehead and skinny. I would've appreciated her if she had this personality I'd like pero wala eh, zero personality, brains? uhh, 3%? ok ok 5%. This is an official entry to MY INNER DAILY RAMBLINGS. Congratulations!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6758751137322182507?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6758751137322182507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6758751137322182507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6758751137322182507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6758751137322182507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/replies.html' title=':: Replies ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-6326805497303164357</id><published>2006-10-25T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-25T16:52:25.549+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: I'm it 2 ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was tagged by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deannerocks.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Deanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;. Wee, this is the second time I've been tagged. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;List down 9 &lt;strong&gt;weird&lt;/strong&gt; things about yourself and tag another nine&lt;/em&gt;, hmm, easy enough. Hehe ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. Has wild taste for hairstyles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;Adik sa&lt;/em&gt; DotA (who isn't?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. Loves to manipulate people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;4. Prefers to be alone most of the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;5. Absorbs everything hurtful said to her, watches TV and it all goes away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;6. Didn't even shed a tear when her dad died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;7. Cried when she saw Eugene (from Ghost Fighter) die, cheered when Eugene rose again and had intense power. (Yeah, an anime fan here).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;8. Goes to school &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;nakapambahay lang&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9. &lt;em&gt;Adik sa pagkolekta at pagpasign ng mga autograph books sa mga high school classmates pati scrapbooks pero kokonti lang ang laman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here are the chosen 9 (how I wish 7 na lang, favorite number eh hehe):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://spunky-ef.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Faye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thejuvenile.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myownpinkchocolates.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;PotPot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nursecissism.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Super Lola Xy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bulitas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bulitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://heartsstars.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Camille&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://angel.l0ve-me.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://katharine-sai.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Kath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;whew, &lt;em&gt;nahirapan ako sa pagsagot nun ah! wala akong maisip na weird, hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another dose of one of the many messages in my cp, this one's from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovemeorlikeme.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Karla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;SA BAKERY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pulubi: Palimos po ng cake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ale: Bah, sosyal ka! namamalimos ka lang gusto mo pa ng cake, eto pandesal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pulubi: Di po pwede eh, kasi.. birthday ko ngaun! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;bwehehehe ^_^..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hayy, up until now wala akong maisip na pwedeng topic sa article ko. waaahhh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;masakit pa braso ko, nasobrahan yata sa weights. pero at least mejo lumiliit na tummy ko. hihi. ^_^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;let me clear this out first, I AM NOT VAIN. I just happen to want what's best for my body. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-6326805497303164357?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/6326805497303164357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=6326805497303164357&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6326805497303164357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/6326805497303164357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-it-2.html' title=':: I&apos;m it 2 ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-3577562451479619826</id><published>2006-10-24T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:19:04.118+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: A special day ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Me and my high school (rather gradeschool) friends gathered again, at my house. And the thing we always do at my house is eat mangoes. Be it ripe or not.  I feel so lucky that up until now we still have contact with each other. Our batch is certainly different. Just being with them makes the time spent so worthwhile. Reunion? not really, since we almost meet up like once a month or so. It's just that this year, we sort of went out just once. But knowing that we constantly text each other, makes it easier for me to sleep at night knowing that they're safe. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I treasure them of course, we've been through a lot together. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Camille and Nina are gonna join me tomorrow morning at the gym. They commented on my new look. Pumayat raw ako. For me, not really. And they certainly noticed my biceps. *hehe*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;more to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-3577562451479619826?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/3577562451479619826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=3577562451479619826&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3577562451479619826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/3577562451479619826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/special-day.html' title=':: A special day ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-2737471573372273239</id><published>2006-10-23T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T14:14:04.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Random ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm not really a fan of the band Hale, but their new song &lt;em&gt;"Waltz"&lt;/em&gt; caught my attention. Hayy, sapul kasi eh. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I browsed through my phone and looked for messages to delete, then I noticed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angelblush.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Tina's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Snappy answers from 2 foreigners:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Q: Where you from?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A: The Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Q: Where is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A: In Asia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Q: Is that near Turkey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A: You are talking about Asia Minor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Q: A minor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A: That's a chord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Q: Accord?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A: That's a Japanese car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Q: So, the Philippines is near Japan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;A: Exactly."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I still have it since September 8, amuses me. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ohh, went to the gym earlier, around 6 AM. Hayy, I went by myself. And as usual, puro matatanda nandoon. May sarili akong mundo dun. Hurray for me, for making it through an hour of feeling this awkardness among "adults". I happen to really look like a kid pa naman, they might be thinking "Who's kid is this? I think she's lost." Ok, I exagerrated but hey, I can't help feeling that way. Still, congratulate me, I'm lifting 2 pounds now. (Tama ba?) Basta 2 na ako. Hehe. I can feel the change. My tummy's getting smaller, or maybe because I just took a dump kanina (oops, pasensya nah.) Hehe. I went home after that, slept for like 30 minutes, woke up and got dressed. Off to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'll be posting more in a while. class muna *brb*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-2737471573372273239?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/2737471573372273239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=2737471573372273239&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2737471573372273239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2737471573372273239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/random.html' title=':: Random ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-4511548252107167768</id><published>2006-10-22T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T13:57:06.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: Welcome to the Black Parade ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I've long admired both &lt;strong&gt;My Chemical Romance&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/strong&gt;. I simply adore the new song of &lt;strong&gt;MCR&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Welcome to the Black Parade&lt;/em&gt;, the lyrics, the tune and everything else fits so well together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;i like this part though:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"And on we carry through the fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ooh oh ohhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Disappointed faces of your peers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ooh oh ohhhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Take a look at me cause &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I could not care at all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Do or die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You'll never make me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cause the world, will never take my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You can try, you'll never break me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Want it all, I'm gonna play this part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wont explain or say i'm sorry I'm not ashamed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna show my scar&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;You're the chair, for all the broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Listen here, because it's only.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm just a man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm not a hero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just a boy, who's meant to sing this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Just a man, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'm not a hero &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I -- don't -- care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We'll carry on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Though your dead and gone believe me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Your memory will carry on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I'll definitely carry on. The song just speaks for what I am as a whole. \m/. And when I die, I'll have this song be played as they carry my coffin to the grave by the side where my father lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Another quote from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://chaos-theory08.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Toni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"Wag po natin salubungin ang mga bumababa, hindi po natin sila kamag-anak!" -MRT operator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;funny.. hehehe.. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;At some point in our lives, we get hurt so bad that we want to stop this pain, unfortunately we do it in a not-so-healthy way. A coward, who doesn't deal with the problem vis-a-vis. Just plans to end things right here and now, not facing the pain that has caused us to hurt in such a way we can't even bear it. But there's always hope, remember that we've been given a life that most people would want to have. We hurt and get broken, but we can find ways to heal and be whole again. Understand that what we have right now is so precious, that no one could ever take away. We must cherish everything and everyone. Because once we leave this place, we won't ever have the chance to rearrange our mistakes. We may come up too strong for this world and once we get hurt we tend to not deal with it. Why not just end the problem, and not our lives, right? (left). We all go through this. We all make mistakes, even refer to ourselves as failures, but hey, why not learn from it then live on. We only have so little time to spend and a lot to give back to those who has made us feel that living life is soooo great. And keep your soul strong, it's the only thing that goes with you when you're gone.. status, money and fame won't.Life is great, live it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;(ayan, halo-halo na pinagsasabi ko, but still I make sense naman diba?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-4511548252107167768?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/4511548252107167768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=4511548252107167768&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/4511548252107167768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/4511548252107167768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/welcome-to-black-parade.html' title=':: Welcome to the Black Parade ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-2644119537633340698</id><published>2006-10-21T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T17:15:30.098+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:: blah blah blah ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Last night, we played &lt;strong&gt;DotA&lt;/strong&gt; (Warcraft: Frozen Throne). And it was so fun, sino ba naman ang hindi mage-enjoy if you had 3 consecutive wins at naka mega kill ka na and happened to kill your friends' heroes. For a novice like me, HELL I COULDN"T BE ANY HAPPIER! Kaya yun ang saya, even though the game was All Random/No Powerups (-arnp). And I didn't like my hero at first kasi nga panget, hehe. Pero I managed to kill some heroes and buy the items I wanted so everything was great. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I used:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Viper&lt;/strong&gt; (i prefer jakiro than this pero ok naman siya di na kailangan mag cooldown yung first skill)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treant Protector&lt;/strong&gt; (ewan, parang tower ng sentinel, tatago lang sa mga puno, magbibigay ng living armor tsaka ikukulong yung mga kalaban sa Overgrowth niya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Demon Witch&lt;/strong&gt; (isa sa mga ginagamit ko kapag ap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I went home so happy. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; kills &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;deaths&lt;/span&gt;. hehe not bad right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I was ranting about all that kharma thing right? and I'm not gonna take back what I said. And if you're reading this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aylabyu. Salamat kasi napapasaya mo ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;No hard feelings for the people I'm bashing here, like I said in my first post about "MY INNER DAILY RAMBLINGS":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one will be spared.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Interesting quote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mas maganda maging mayabang kesa maging mayaman, kasi ang yaman nauubos, ang yabang nadadagdagan.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;got this message ngayon lang from&lt;a href="http://chaos-theory08.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; Maritoni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, a fellow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://candymag.com/teentalk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Teentalker.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;-----&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;And for those who happens to drop by my blog, thank you. *bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33880974-2644119537633340698?l=avys-anguish.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/feeds/2644119537633340698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33880974&amp;postID=2644119537633340698&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2644119537633340698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33880974/posts/default/2644119537633340698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://avys-anguish.blogspot.com/2006/10/blah-blah-blah.html' title=':: blah blah blah ::'/><author><name>abidubi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05491988824654164151</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i7.photobucket.com/albums/y298/bidot/Image003.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33880974.post-9090677893156769671</id><published>2006-10-19T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T18:10:53.596+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='libak'/><title type='text'>:: My Inner Daily Ramblings 3 Slash Updates ::</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The infamous column of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's continue with &lt;strong&gt;Sir Marion&lt;/strong&gt;. On the outside he looks like Santa Clause (without the white hair and beard). He's quite the philosopher too. Although he hasn't really applied the things he teaches us on his own life. It's as if he knows a lot and yet we can't see that in his actions and his lifestyle. And talk about raining on your parade, class to be exact. As of now, nobody sits up front of the room. If you haven't taken a shower yet then be my guest. Sit there if you please, bring along your soap and scrub too. Coz when he begins his lecture, no doubt it'll rain spits too. So right now, everyone's sitting at the back, even the brainy ones has used their senses to move a notch from the first row. This teacher also tends to think ahead, so much that his ready-made answers won't match the questions students throw at him. Hayy, too much knowledge? I don't think so. And the fact that he ASSUMES we already know so much about his subject, particularly in the programming part. He seems to rub it in our faces that we're clueless about the codes by using reverse psychology. And if you look at it really closely, &lt;em&gt;parang &lt;/em&gt;reverse-reverse-reverse psychology. &lt;em&gt;Grabe noh? &lt;/em&gt;He's also the reason why I was so disappointed (and frustrated) with the badminton match in our so-called Intramurals. Who would in their right mind hold a badminton match in a basketball court where it's near the sea and freakin windy?! And still tries to make us feel guilty about not participating and stuff. To think he was our PE teacher. He should know better. Don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Next, &lt;strong&gt;JV. &lt;/strong&gt;My ka-BRO sa school. Haha. She's the type who assures her money and effort's worth. Come to think of it, she shouldn't have studied here if she was looking for that. All she does is complain, nag, complain, nag, complain, complain and complain about our school. I'm not gonna disagree with her rants but heck if she complains about the system so much why won't she just participate in sticking it to the man (err woman, namely Maam Riza). I've mentioned here about that letter we handed out to Maam Riza with most of the sudents' signature on it. And you will notice there that no JV LAZARO has signed on the paper. For the reason that her father doesn't want her to be involved in such things. Sheesh. No comment &lt;em&gt;na lang&lt;/em&gt;. She tends to talk behind people's backs too. Judging them and stuff, &lt;em&gt;nanlalait pa(like sobra)&lt;/em&gt;, whether it's BO/hygiene, the way a person dresses and mannerisms. Most of them I find a bit funny and so I agree but I think, no, believe that she's going too far with her comments. She bullies other students too. Good points about her? umm, varsity and uhh.. &lt;em&gt;un&lt;/em&gt; varsity player. *bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://jonakisses.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jonalyn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ang bigatin ng&lt;/em&gt; ICST. hehe. We've been classmates, neighbors and friends for 18 years *I'm still 18*. Sometimes I find her dull. I mean, you tell a joke and her face goes blank. Making me explain what I've just said. She's lazy too. I mean, she wants to be fit or just lose a few pounds and yet she won't exert so much an effort as to go to the gym and sweat it out. She prefers to be at home. Reading her sappy pocket books. Will that make her physically fit? I don't think so. And she's really dangerous when she drinks. She'd slap you silly if you try to tease her or even make a funny remark. One time, after our JS PROM, we headed for the beach. Everyone drank, next thing I know, she was running after the guys. And boy, it wasn't a very pretty site. &lt;em&gt;Bugbog sirado silang lahat&lt;/em&gt;. Except for some who managed to climb up the trees and other cottages. And in trying to make a point, insisting she's right, is so annoying. Makes me want to throw a chair at her. *bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*brb*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATES:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;We all know that both sexes cheats right? But what's the difference. Well, for guys, they don't have much estrogen to feel the guilt and be eaten by their conscience to even think about cheating their partners. As for the girls, I don't know some of 'em are just hard cold bitches, no wonder they ended up like one, as that old saying goes, "Behind every bitch is a guy who made her that way." I have only one word for people like this, KHARMA! It'll get you, and I hope it get's you real bad. I don't like it whenever my ego's offended. Provokes something inside me that makes me wanna, scream makes wanna shout makes me lose my cool.. makes me wanna lose my head (kanta yun). But it fits just fine, fortunately this past few months I haven't thrown my temper at anyone just yet. And if I did, &lt;em&gt;kawawa yung makakatanggap nun&lt;/em&gt;. And I mean REALLY &lt;em&gt;kawawa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I really don't like the freshmen. You give them one hello, then they'd jump on you. Expecting to just be ok with all the slapping and stuff. They should be careful with what they say coz I might throw 'em off the balcony. Yeah, even if I am this small I can still manage to do BIG things (hehe).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;I started going to the gym last Monday. It was fun. I can feel my biceps getting harder. I'm working on my abs too since I have all this &lt;em&gt;bil-bil. &lt;/em&gt;And I'll go back next Monday with my friend June. ^_^ It's decided, I'm gonna be totally fit by November. Oh, speaking of November, I'LL GLADLY ACCEPT ACCESSORIES OR THINGS I CAN USE, DON'T GIVE ME ANYTHING THAT HAS TO DO WITH PHOTO ALBUMS OR FRAMES. 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