<?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-5595057788711836654</id><updated>2012-02-13T23:39:59.382-08:00</updated><category term='child'/><category term='world aids day'/><category term='sense of humor'/><category term='cory aquino'/><category term='simle life'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='gift'/><category term='human rights'/><category term='forgiveness'/><category term='holiday gift'/><category term='valentines'/><category term='ampatuan massacre'/><category term='Ilocos'/><category term='romace'/><category term='angel'/><category term='current events'/><category term='dudong'/><category term='emo'/><category term='better life'/><category term='pangarap ng mga bata'/><category term='dating'/><category term='loving'/><category term='movie review'/><category term='Nanette Imbentor'/><category term='celtic'/><category term='training'/><category term='pasyalpasyal'/><category term='talent'/><category term='humor'/><category term='romance'/><category term='drama'/><category term='choice'/><category term='Jon Santos'/><category term='Lucky phone'/><category term='ogre'/><category term='condom'/><category term='rich'/><category term='artista'/><category term='thougts'/><category term='success'/><category term='indie film'/><category term='roadtrip'/><category term='tats'/><category term='dream'/><category term='cd-r king'/><category term='makaluma'/><category term='sense'/><category term='sikil'/><category term='Batibot'/><category term='ortigas discrimination'/><category term='words of wisdom'/><category term='gwapo'/><category term='bioman'/><category term='talent search'/><category term='love'/><category term='call center discrimination'/><category term='pressure'/><category term='embittered'/><category term='democracy'/><category term='HIV'/><category term='tawag ng tanghalan'/><category term='sayaw'/><category term='unknown'/><category term='global crisis'/><category term='shaider'/><category term='trans-gender'/><category term='signs'/><category term='safe sex'/><category term='maganda'/><category term='unsafe sex'/><category term='harrasment'/><category term='awit'/><category term='Song'/><category term='aids'/><category term='sistema'/><category term='respeto sa sarili'/><category term='Beauty or brain'/><category term='labor code'/><category term='financial crisis'/><category term='discrimination'/><category term='reminicing the youth'/><category term='senti'/><category term='Neithan'/><category term='beauty contest'/><category term='economics'/><category term='winning'/><category term='food'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='lamyerda'/><category term='kirat'/><category term='golden rule'/><category term='love story'/><category term='Giselle Sanches'/><category term='Tesi Tomas'/><category term='1980&apos;s'/><category term='text vote'/><category term='booth camp'/><category term='in love'/><title type='text'>Public Toilet. (piso ang ihi ; dos ang tae)</title><subtitle type='html'>Public Toilet. (piso ang ihi ; dos ang tae)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-1411346177130448060</id><published>2010-02-11T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:51:37.405-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unsafe sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HIV'/><title type='text'>You are responsible to your own actions.</title><content type='html'>We do things impulsively and eventually regret it at the end. Is this stupidity or it's just a human instinct to do things abruptly with out thinking of the consequences along with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One person that is close to my heart discovered that he is sick. A kind of sickness that modern medicine hasn't find cure yet. Yes He acquired Human Immunodeficiency Virus (HIV). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIV is a lenti virus a member of retrovirus that causes acquired Immunodeficiency syndrome (AIDS) The virus targets the immune system; to be specific a vital cell called CD4+ T. The body tries to fight the virus by eliminating the infected CD4 cells, but the virus multiplies faster than the body's ability to replace the damaged cells. It results to drastic loss of these important immune cells, as a result the body loses its ability to fight diseases then opportunistic infections will kick in. These infections are the one's causes life-threatening complications and eventually death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIV can be considered as one of the chronic diseases, it's a lasting disease or medical condition that has developed slowly, life expectancy of a person that is infected by HIV is 10 to 15 years. Well at least with the help of antiviral therapy. It's a little complicated to explain due to my limited medical comprehension. What I know about this therapy is; it's goal is to maintain cd4 count to at least safe level so that the body can fight common viruses. Hmmm. just like how a diabetic injects insulin regularly to maintain normal level of blood sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important thing to know about this medical condition is how it is acquired. It transmits through unsafe sex, contaminated needle, breast milk, transmission from a mother to her baby at birth, and once upon a time through blood transfusion which is very rare at this time. Most of the victims acquired it by exchanging body fluids through unsafe sex and the receptive partner has the higher chances acquiring the virus than the insertive partner, regardless of this using condom is the best way of lessening the chances of acquiring it, or if you can; abstinence is the best (wooohhh look who's talking).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, It can not be transmitted just by talking to HIV infected people nor holding their hands nor regular body contacts, so we don't have to cast them away. No one deserves to be sick, they didn't wish for it and having this condition is already an emotional and mental torture. What they need is understanding, acceptance and love. They are still the same person, nothing had changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This person, helped me more than I am trying to help him. He inspired me, and obviously he is my inspiration in writing this blog. I just feel like I should do something to help him and others by spreading the awareness about this medical condition. We can not fully understand how HIV victims feel, we can just see or sense a fraction of their suffering, I know it is not easy. just imagine your self opening an envelop that says you are HIV positive, try to imagine how would you feel, how would you react and how would you want someone to be with you and comfort you. The images of the past and the assumed future will flicker in your mind 200 frames per second and the message from the envelop will slowly sink in as the seconds come by. You'll wish that you will wake up from this nightmare and slowly you'll realize that this is reality. You'll some how regret the things that you've done but that will not help nor change your situation. Just imagine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us fight HIV/AIDS, lets help spread social awareness on how this can be prevented. Help the victim by showing our support, we should stop the mediocrity and prejudices...BE EDUCATED. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-1411346177130448060?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1411346177130448060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=1411346177130448060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/1411346177130448060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/1411346177130448060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-are-responsible-to-your-own-actions.html' title='You are responsible to your own actions.'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-6901505757414806270</id><published>2010-01-29T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:26:06.615-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tats'/><title type='text'>Naparame na ata...</title><content type='html'>Anak ng teteng naparami na ata ang tattoo ko... Sabi ko dati isa lang... ngayon namn naparame... hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto na sila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OXpuspl2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/jyLdXUw9dug/s1600-h/IMG_3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OXpuspl2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/jyLdXUw9dug/s320/IMG_3664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432352318704686946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celtic dogs&lt;/strong&gt;... na discuss ko na meaning nyan dito sa blog ko just search...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pangalawa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OX5ALeKBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xBOTzM82Eso/s1600-h/IMG_6041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OX5ALeKBI/AAAAAAAAAK4/xBOTzM82Eso/s320/IMG_6041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432352581095401490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrew Tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;... it means &lt;em&gt;"I am a success."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikatlo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OYMEoq_RI/AAAAAAAAALA/j4rlA0OYda0/s1600-h/P170809_06.26_%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OYMEoq_RI/AAAAAAAAALA/j4rlA0OYda0/s320/P170809_06.26_%5B01%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432352908709133586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Om Mani Padme Hum&lt;/strong&gt;... prayer for the wisdom (Buddhist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikaapat&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OYZDHmFjI/AAAAAAAAALI/N5IdMwUijeI/s1600-h/01292010(014).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OYZDHmFjI/AAAAAAAAALI/N5IdMwUijeI/s320/01292010(014).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432353131640264242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nautical Star&lt;/strong&gt;... guide on your way safely home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikalima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OYnyQ1MPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mXLJvbEAiJU/s1600-h/01292010(028).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OYnyQ1MPI/AAAAAAAAALQ/mXLJvbEAiJU/s320/01292010(028).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432353384813637874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cresent new moon&lt;/strong&gt;... for new beginnings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan lima na sila sa loob lang ng isa't kalahating taon... Can't promise to stop but I'll do my best.. It's quite addictive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-6901505757414806270?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6901505757414806270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=6901505757414806270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/6901505757414806270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/6901505757414806270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2010/01/naparame-na-ata.html' title='Naparame na ata...'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/S2OXpuspl2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/jyLdXUw9dug/s72-c/IMG_3664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-7585098765956213930</id><published>2009-11-28T12:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T12:56:07.521-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ampatuan massacre'/><title type='text'>Maguindanao Massacre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SxGMemGJOwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H7k4t5eVizU/s1600/black+ribbon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SxGMemGJOwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H7k4t5eVizU/s320/black+ribbon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409259084698958594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaisa ako sa mga nagluluksa para sa mga mamamahayag at iba pang biktima na walang awang pinaslang sa Ampatuan, Maguindanao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nawa'y makamtan natin ang hustisya, Maparusahan ang mga taong gumawa nito sa mga walang kamuwang muwang na mamamayan na nais lang ay ang magandang pagbabago para sa nakakarami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ay hindi lamang laban ng mga kaanak ng mga biktima, laban nating lahat ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;cheers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-7585098765956213930?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7585098765956213930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=7585098765956213930&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/7585098765956213930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/7585098765956213930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2009/11/maguindana-massacre.html' title='Maguindanao Massacre'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SxGMemGJOwI/AAAAAAAAAKo/H7k4t5eVizU/s72-c/black+ribbon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-1204029095470426957</id><published>2009-08-02T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T15:34:57.786-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cory aquino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='democracy'/><title type='text'>Former President Corazon Aquino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SnYTZ1h77WI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FSB-P9BdGDw/s1600-h/370px-Yellow_ribbon_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SnYTZ1h77WI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FSB-P9BdGDw/s320/370px-Yellow_ribbon_svg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365497340645600610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The President that has the most purest intentions for the Filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your legacy will live forever. Thank you President Cory Aquino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-1204029095470426957?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1204029095470426957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=1204029095470426957&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/1204029095470426957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/1204029095470426957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2009/08/former-president-corazon-aquino.html' title='Former President Corazon Aquino'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SnYTZ1h77WI/AAAAAAAAAKg/FSB-P9BdGDw/s72-c/370px-Yellow_ribbon_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-5458616612878514438</id><published>2009-04-22T15:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T18:11:15.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='embittered'/><title type='text'>Embittered</title><content type='html'>Your face still lingers in my mind, your scent, your touch, your voice, your lips are still stuck somewhere in my brain. I still long for those. There are times that I subconsciously imagine those nights that we were together, full of passion, emotion, caress, hopes and promises; but as my mind shifts to reality, those things turn into thorns that slowly deepening in my heart. Those nights were over, and the saddest part is, I can’t get over you. I wanted to hate you but I can’t. I wanted to smile whenever I think of you but instead, I weep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate has a bizarrely sadistic sense of humor. Our paths crossed once more. When I saw you I felt a sudden pain in my soul, as if I died that moment. I wanted to walk away but my legs are numb, then you saw me and walked towards me, smiling and waving. You are fu*king okay, and your aura projected strongly happy energy. You talked to me as if we were long time friends who met again after a decade, but for me, I can’t hide my emotions. As I talked, my voice trembled and my heart beats harder and faster than usual, as if it would burst out of my chest.  A rueful experience that I wish I didn’t have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to smile but tears flowed from my eyes. I wanted to show you that I’m okay but I can’t.  I wanted to hug you but I’m badly hurt. I missed you but I wish I didn’t see you. I hate you but I love you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past months I was hoaxing with myself. Trying to act like I’m okay, that I enjoy the freedom that you granted me. I’m happy because I’m free but deep inside, my heart is bleeding, because the truth is when you set me free I refused to let go, I’m still embracing the chain that was once locked in my legs. I don’t want to let go even if it’s starting to kill me emotionally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know, I think I’m starting to like being hurt by your memories, enjoying the feeling of fusion of hate and love. A masochist, I’m starting to be and it’s because of your broken promises, promises that I know I shouldn’t believe on, but you were so damn good at it. I was like a kid who believed in the surreal world that you created for me. A world full of lies but I chose to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me a chance to experience the bitter-sweet feeling of love and for teaching me to embrace pain, but you forgot one important thing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…teaching me how to escape from this melancholy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-5458616612878514438?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5458616612878514438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=5458616612878514438&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/5458616612878514438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/5458616612878514438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/embittered_22.html' title='Embittered'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-3242370139684395066</id><published>2009-04-05T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:42:19.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unknown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thougts'/><title type='text'>Pssssst! Choice to venture to the unknown..</title><content type='html'>We are all afraid of losing something that we already have. Mainly, because we don’t want to venture on the path that we are unfamiliar with; afraid of going outside our boxes and our safe zones. Who wants to go back from zero, surrender all the things that they have and do what they really want? Well most of us is contented in what we have, holding firmly and doesn’t want to let go, mediocracy.  We are surrounded and governed by mediocre people and since childhood we are brainwashed to firmly embrace the things that we have, this is the world that we are living in, where change is absurdity, a social suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that we are afraid to lose will definitely anchor us from moving forward. Little do we know that losing it will make us do the things that we thought that we can’t do even in our dreams and it will make us stronger than before and this will be the key to our own success and for our well-being, a start in living our life successfully. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many people are not ready to take this path, and along the way whether we are ready or not, we will meet people and circumstances that will help us or force us to venture to unfamiliar places. These could bring us pain, failure and the most rueful experience; it’ll squeeze even the last drop of our patience and sanity, and from there you are on your own either chooses to move forward or to stop and accept that your fate is to be a failure.  You have to choose your path carefully because the moment you have your first step there is no turning back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our future depends on what we do now. Every decision that we make will shape it. Do not be afraid to venture to the unknown because you’ll never know what you are capable to do unless you have enough courage to take the risk and be radical.&lt;br /&gt;This will make us realize that we have the power to shape our destiny, and success is a choice and not a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-3242370139684395066?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3242370139684395066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=3242370139684395066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3242370139684395066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3242370139684395066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2009/04/pssssst-choice-to-venture-to-unknown.html' title='Pssssst! Choice to venture to the unknown..'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-3066007742953804036</id><published>2009-02-27T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T02:19:05.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='financial crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global crisis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='current events'/><title type='text'>Good thing I'm not the President.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/Sag8B1xMkpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MR4QcVEl59M/s1600-h/money-coins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/Sag8B1xMkpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MR4QcVEl59M/s320/money-coins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307558163167089298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first time that I will be writing an article outside my interest. (well as you can see, my interest are movies, my pathetic love life and my favorite of all, myself). The global financial crisis;  which of course affects all of us, not to mention that before this crisis we’ve been suffering from local financial crisis which the main origin is graft and corruption, is one of this example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was, as always, day dreaming when I thought of this question. How does Global Financial Crisis occur? Well based on my observations and what I’ve heard on the local news. It all began in the United States; one of the most powerful countries, then it seems like it affects the rest of the world, most specially the third world countries like the Philippines. Our economy was almost dependent on foreign investors like the United States, so do the logic. We are suffering from this crisis. We can feel it, before it’s hard to look for a job, now it’s even harder; before there are thousands of jobless Filipinos, now there are millions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to Google, the US is now suffering from this crisis because of dramatic increase of delinquent mortgage; People already spent their future income(credit) and they cannot pay their credits. Resulting to instability of mortgage and banking industries. (well this was my understanding of what’s happening, forgive my limited vocabulary about the subject, because my pathetic brain is not functioning well when it comes to economics –nose bleed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what will our government do? I heard from the news that to counter this crisis is we have to spend. Yes spend… Poor demand means lower the price. Lower the price means cost cutting (on the side of manufacturers), and it will result to mass lay-off or worst recession, we have to turn everything around. So we have to spend (this is what I’ve been doing since I had a job, but it seems like it doesn’t help the economy at all nor myself). How about the Filipinos that don’t have money at all? Here comes the government’s cash subsidy program for the so called “poor”. The big question is, cash subsidy for the financially poor people or for the poor-conscienced politicians?  Either which, it will not help. We have to look for long term solutions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I listed down some helpful tactics to counter this crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   1. Add domestic helping elective in high school curriculum. We have to strengthen our major export around the world which is domestic helpers and factory workers. In this way the Philippines will have more dollar generating people, and the government officials will just sit, relax and let these poor people stress their ass working, after all a little commendations like “ikaw ang bagong bayani” will ease their pain and emotional stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   2.  Forced ligation/vasectomy of below minimum earners who have more than 2 kids. This is just one of our major problems. The poorer you are, the more kids you will have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   3. Execution of religious hypocrites. They are the reason why poor people have more kids. Children are god’s gift. Yeah a gift for you, your kids and for the whole nation to suffer. They also force us to believe that we have social responsibilities to non-productive people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   4. Summary execution of corrupt government officials. Due process will take a life time, means they will have more time to suck all the money of hard working Filipinos. Burn all of them and don’t leave even an ember of their bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   5.  Legalize prostitution; since it’s legal, prostitutes are obliged to apply for  business and medical permits. Meaning more jobs, additional tax, and prevention of STD and HIV outbreaks. Because of this we will attract more tourists and again more dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I don’t have the power to execute these tactics, these are just suggestions after all none of our beloved government’s tactics work. So desperate times call for desperate measures.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You can add your own tactics to help make the Philippines a better nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-3066007742953804036?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3066007742953804036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=3066007742953804036&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3066007742953804036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3066007742953804036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/good-thing-im-not-president.html' title='Good thing I&apos;m not the President.'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/Sag8B1xMkpI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MR4QcVEl59M/s72-c/money-coins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-7293819803291248443</id><published>2009-02-19T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T18:08:47.211-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>Are you ready for this? (why emos are emos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SZ4OiaHjSSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XodA_9gGqQM/s1600-h/f_EmoLovebyanm_2bb5b02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SZ4OiaHjSSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XodA_9gGqQM/s320/f_EmoLovebyanm_2bb5b02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304693395378358562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways. Well for me love hasn’t moved in anyways. I am very unsure if I had fall in love, unsure of the feeling of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other said that love should be patience, understanding, complete trust, sacrifice and giving. (never thought that love is this demanding) Well my interpretation of love, based on what I had experienced in my past relationships is; demands attention and time, jealousy and paranoia, sleeping late at night, cell phone load-wasting, depression, cheesy,  always in a rut and completely unproductive. Is this something that you want to deal with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at first, you are in complete ecstasy whenever you’re with him, staring at his angelic face and shiny smile (like those in the movies). Butterflies are all over the place, roses bloom in your path ways, sky is always blue and the moon is always romantic. “The song Close to you” (…”Why do birds suddenly appear every time when you are near? Just like me, they long to be close to you…nah…nah… nah…nah…la…la…lalalala…”) seems to be the perfect song to describe how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all of these stupid ecstatic feeling, the rain comes. It reminds you of excruciating pain that your relationship brought you. Each drop of rain on your rooftop creates a repeated sound that makes you feel like it stabs you right in your heart. Then you’ll feel numb like a frozen meat in a freezer, and you’ll curse him because he is the reason why you are in this cheesy melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you’ll make a pact with yourself that you’ll never fall in love again and this shall never be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing will give you a short post-traumatic-depression that will make you lonesome and will leave a mark forever. Is this something that you wanted? Again ask yourself this question. “ Are you ready for this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-7293819803291248443?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7293819803291248443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=7293819803291248443&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/7293819803291248443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/7293819803291248443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-ready-for-this.html' title='Are you ready for this? (why emos are emos)'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SZ4OiaHjSSI/AAAAAAAAAJw/XodA_9gGqQM/s72-c/f_EmoLovebyanm_2bb5b02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-6601247088504443122</id><published>2009-02-03T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:34:48.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>Are you feeling pressured right now?</title><content type='html'>It's February, the Junior-Senior prom and Valentines season. Twenty four years of dateless nights during this rut. Everybody is busy looking for prom dates and thinking what would they wear for the night. Well it should be special and stunningly elegant. Just to show to their colleagues how superior they are, in terms of their physiques and pretty faces. Ironically these people are zombies. If a mad scientist would open their skulls to assess their brains the findings would be slightly used, and if you sell it to ukay-ukay bargains, it will worth a fortune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people say that high school is fun and memorable because of this much awaited event in your junior and senior years. Yeah right, it's memorable but definitely not fun, at least for a loner, bully-magnet, geek (okay not so geek) mongoloid kid like I were in high school, no dates in prom nights. In fact I never had a girl friend nor kiss anyone in high school. I even thought before that someone mistakenly place a superior soul in an ugly duckling, pathetic and geeky-structured body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is hooked with this Valentines fever, seems that having a date during these times is compulsory. Everybody dreads to be alone, I cant see the logic why. Then there is the Lovapalooza where participating couples kiss  simultaneously for few minutes to beat its own record and a cliche of course, express their love to their partners. To join in this event you and your partner will be given two forms, one clearly states for "female" and another one is for "male". It obviously states that this event is not for same sex relationships. Well the essence of love is understanding and accepting the person regardless of his religion, status, gender or wahatsoever. So it was never successful ever since it started. It didn't achieve its true objective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's one big question for singles like me.Valentines Day is coming...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Are you feeling pressured right now?&lt;/span&gt; My answer is, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"the hell I care!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you? Are you feeling pressured right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-6601247088504443122?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6601247088504443122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=6601247088504443122&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/6601247088504443122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/6601247088504443122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2009/02/are-you-feeling-pressured-right-now.html' title='Are you feeling pressured right now?'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-8745359878011109975</id><published>2009-01-18T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:18:09.311-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sikil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indie film'/><title type='text'>I love my childhood best friend.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SXPZIz2FXII/AAAAAAAAAJo/Tceo2BW4yKA/s1600-h/sikil01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SXPZIz2FXII/AAAAAAAAAJo/Tceo2BW4yKA/s320/sikil01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292812732469697666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was searching for an indie film entitled "Serbis" by Brilliante Mendoza when i tumbled on "Sikil" so I watched it instead. The film is all about childhood best friends, Enzo  and Adong. Some will mistakenly thought that this was a bizarre love triangle because of Melay. Andong seems to have a crush on her since they were young, and eloped when they're teenagers. However, for me Melay is just a spice on their relationship, I think Adong doesn't really love Melay. His feelings for her was just imperative since they live in barrio. He doesn't have any idea on same sex relationships and on the latter part it was purely obligatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The screen play and director's interpretation of the story was good. He introduced the characters in flash backs so you would know who's who. Though it was a primeval style for movies; he gave justice to it, unlike for other movies who used the same style which looks ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Ken Escudero (Enzo) decided to live apart from his family, he found out that his dad, Dido dela Paz know that he has feelings for his best friend and he wanted to go to Manila because of him. His mom Sylvia Sanchez was one of the best supporting actress in this movie. The confrontation was very realistic because of her, it was full of emotions but when I was about to get carried away and forget that I was just watching a movie, Ken Escudero suddenly reminds me that it was just a scene because of his awkward delivery of the script. It was like he's doing a monologue in an amateur Mr. Pogi contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adong, portrayed by Will Sandejas, on the other hand, acts fairly. He looks like Sanjo Marudo but a better actor. Adong the naive with an extra L endowment, used his gift to survive and provide meds for his sick daughter. His path came across with Gerry (Ethan Javier) his first customer, who introduced him the bath house world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enzo and Adong meet again in the bath house where they both work as a performer and a male escort. Enzo took his chance and invited Adong with his daughter to live with him in his apartment. They look like a happy family, it seems like everyday is happy Sunday morning, wherein Enzo cooks breakfast for his partner and their daughter (Atleast in Enzo's thoughts). I wasn't sure if Adong feels the same way or he just treats Enzo as his best bud, though he often acts as a partner for Enzo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Enzo had gathered enough guts, after Melay came in the picture and asked Adong to live with her in the US together with their daughter, to reveal the obvious to his one and only love, Adong. Adong's reaction was of course as expected, was in denial. Though you can say that he feels the same way for his best bud. After the revelation, Adong came back to Enzo to affirm his feelings for him, not by words but by unspoken passion. The love scene was bursting with love, passion, care, longing and emotion. It was aesthetically  choreographed and I can say Ken Escudero is a good actor after all, just don't give him a dialog. Every not-so-man will surely relate to the love scene, and their imagination will be triggered. (if not, at least on my part)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end, they apart ways. Enzo went back to his family and Adong accepted Melay's offer to start their life in the US. It's not a happy ending for a love story but the director used a different approach, and he made it a feel-good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all I love this movie very much, this was one of the best Indie Film I've ever seen (well at least in my indie film-review-writing-career), full of love, passion and hatred, the love scenes were well executed . Ken's acting can be improved and with Adong, a little practice will do, and he'll be the next Coco Martin. I must give credit to its Director, Roni Bertubin and the writing credits to Romualdo Aveldanosa. Apir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-8745359878011109975?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8745359878011109975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=8745359878011109975&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/8745359878011109975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/8745359878011109975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-love-my-childhood-best-friend.html' title='I love my childhood best friend.'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SXPZIz2FXII/AAAAAAAAAJo/Tceo2BW4yKA/s72-c/sikil01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-8209619755270070151</id><published>2009-01-16T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T14:57:40.335-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words of wisdom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better life'/><title type='text'>40 Tips for a Better Life - 2009</title><content type='html'>I was busy these past  few days, ooops, honestly laziness is sucking all my energy out. Luckily my friend sent me an e-mail with a subject 40 Tips for a Better Life - 2009, So I took some time to absorb its contents, and I'm re-posting it for you guys, this will help. I think it is a compilation of famous words of wisdom from Chinese philosophers like Confucius, Tao, Tzu (who is he?)and you know who they are... I so love the no. 27, I'm not one of those gossip peeps but I've been applying it in my life for you should live and let live. Take a time to meditate on these and you'll live a healthy and happy life. Life is to short to be wasted. Enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take a 10-30 minute walk every day. And while you walk, smile. It is the ultimate anti-depressant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2. Sit in silence for at least 10 minutes each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Buy a DVR and tape your late night shows and get more sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4. When you wake up in the morning complete the following statement, 'My purpose is to __________ today.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Live with the 3 E's -- Energy, Enthusiasm, and Empathy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Play more games and read more books than you did in 2008. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Make time to practice meditation and prayer. They provide us with daily fuel for our busy lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of six. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Dream more while you are awake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Eat more foods that grow on trees and plants. Eat less food that is manufactured in plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Drink green tea and plenty of water. Eat blueberries, wild Alaskan salmon, broccoli, almonds &amp; walnuts.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Try to make at least three people smile each day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Clear clutter from your house, your car, your desk and let new and flowing energy into your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 14. Don't waste your precious energy on gossip, or issues of the past, negative thoughts or things you cannot control. Instead invest your energy in the positive present moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Realize that life is a school and you are here to learn. Problems are simply part of the curriculum that&lt;br /&gt;appear and fade away like algebra class but the lessons you learn will last a lifetime.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Eat breakfast like a king, lunch like a prince and dinner like a college kid with a maxed out charge card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Smile and laugh more. It will keep the NEGATIVE BLUES away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Life isn't fair, but it's still good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Life is too short to waste time hating anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't take yourself so seriously. No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. You don't have to win every argument. Agree to disagree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Make peace with your past so it won't spoil the present. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't compare your life to others'. You have no idea what their journey is all about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. No one is in charge of your happiness except you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: 'In five years, wills this matter?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Forgive everyone for everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What other people think of you is none of your business. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. REMEMBER GOD heals everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. However good or bad a situation is, it will change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your job won't take care of you when you are sick. Your friends will. Stay in touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Get rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or joyful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Envy is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. The best is yet to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. No matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Do the right thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Call your family often. (Or email them to death!!!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Each night before you go to bed complete the following statements: I am thankful for __________.Today I accomplished _________. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Remember that you are too blessed to be stressed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Enjoy the ride. Remember this is not Disney World and you certainly don't want a fast pass. You only have one ride through life so make the most of it and enjoy the ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 40. Please Forward this to everyone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-8209619755270070151?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8209619755270070151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=8209619755270070151&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/8209619755270070151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/8209619755270070151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2009/01/40-tips-for-better-life-2009.html' title='40 Tips for a Better Life - 2009'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-3633796663556237525</id><published>2008-12-21T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T18:59:37.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celtic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holiday gift'/><title type='text'>Holiday gift for my self...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SV2DB8ES8LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/t-BsHTBPiac/s1600-h/IMG_3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SV2DB8ES8LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/t-BsHTBPiac/s320/IMG_3664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286525606930084018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very fascinated in Celtic designs, one of these is the Celtic dog. Had it done last Dec 19, I am very happy of the result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The dog animal symbol also maintains a pure root meaning throughout time and culture. That meaning is loyalty, of course. Man (and woman's) best friend, the dog symbolizes the strong bond of companionship felt between human and animal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dog was considered to be good luck in the village, and as such, the symbol of the dog was commonly found in Celtic décor, clothing, etc. There are reports that the dog symbol is a harbinger of good health. More likely, the dog's companionship warded away the illnesses loneliness and rejection cause." &lt;/span&gt;(article from http://www.whats-your-sign.com/Celtic-animals.html)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Artist did an excellent art work... Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://sincitytattoos.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin City Tattoos.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;----- check out their blog-crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a fulfilling moment seeing the end result of this art work. It's just like a different me a new me. I always wanted to have a tattoo but can't find someone to be trusted to do the job. Since I'm a tattoo virgin I'm a little anxious when the artist is preparing his equipment. I also read the waiver 5 times before I signed it. I also had gazillion questions during the briefing. What are the precautions when you have a tattoo, what are the things to be done after the ritual, what if, when will, blah blah blah. Despite of tons tons of questions the artists answered it full-heartedly, with out any signs of annoyance. They also told me what will the tattoo look like after 10 to 20 years. They are very professional and yet very friendly, They're like talking to a kid who visited a dentist for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ritual lasted for 2 hours, an hour for the actual tattooing and an hour for the briefing and reading the waiver. It wasn't painful than I anticipated. I gathered all of the story that my friends told me when they had their first tattoo, so I was expecting that it will be excruciating, and I was disappointed because that doesn't hurt that much. It was like an ignite-r of a lighter repeatedly tickling your skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pare sana nagpa-henna ka nalang" (you should've tried henna tattoo instead)one of the client suggested, senselessly. I gave him a grimace "duh! hennas are for babies" I silently uttered while giving him a rolling eyes. Hihihihi! Got my tattoo brotha. hehehehe Joke. I always find it sexy to have a tattoo, well of course if it's beautifully done, like Angelina Jolie's tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame other people who loathed the one's who has tattoos. It's just a matter of choices and you choose not to have one, and us, we simply have an eye for art. Joke! Kidding aside, Its' just that we have different perspectives towards things like this one, and when we learn to respect each other regardless of the belief, race, sexuality and religion. We will all live a peaceful and happy life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a happy holiday and Prosperous New Year!&lt;br /&gt;see yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-3633796663556237525?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3633796663556237525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=3633796663556237525&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3633796663556237525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3633796663556237525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/holiday-gift-for-my-self.html' title='Holiday gift for my self...'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SV2DB8ES8LI/AAAAAAAAAI4/t-BsHTBPiac/s72-c/IMG_3664.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-2728829821886731848</id><published>2008-12-14T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T14:36:03.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world aids day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safe sex'/><title type='text'>Safe sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SUWFogTe7TI/AAAAAAAAAIo/l0F1m41bPdY/s1600-h/196217264_339000661_d43dafb123142b9927d9de03ed02800164c0d5fe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SUWFogTe7TI/AAAAAAAAAIo/l0F1m41bPdY/s200/196217264_339000661_d43dafb123142b9927d9de03ed02800164c0d5fe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279773069074689330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Habang naglalakad ako sa lobby ng PUP Main campus,napatingin ako sa photo exhibit na hindi ko alam kung para saan. Parang may pwersang nagtulak sakin na tignan ang bawat larawan na naka exhibit. Nasa kalagitnaan na ako ng na-realize ko na ang mga taong may sakit sa larawan ay ang mga HIV/AIDS victims. Nakita ko hindi lamang ang paghihirap nila dulot ng karamdaman pati na rin ang paghihirap nila na makihalubilo sa kapwa at kung pano nila gugugulin ang nalalabi nilang oras at ang pakikipag laban nila na mamuhay ng normal. Nakakabilib, nakita ko sa larawan ang pagsusumikap nilang mabuhay para sa mga mahal nila sa buhay, makikita rin sa kanilang mga mata na tangap na nila ang kanilang kalagayan kahit na hindi kaila sa kanila na wala ng lunas ang sakit na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naantig ako sa babaeng inaalagan ang kanyang asawa sa abot ng kanyang makakaya, mahal pa rin niya ito sa kabila ng kalagayan nito, ni hindi na makakilos at payat na payat. Nakita ko rin ang isang batang wala pang kam'wang m'wang na may sakit ding HIV/AIDS. Sa kabila nito bakas parin sa mukha niya ang kasiyahan at ang pagsisikap niyang makapagaral. Ang pinaka nantig ako ay sa mag-asawang parehas may HIV/AIDS. Mahal na mahal nila ang isat't isa, lalo na yung lalaki, makikita ang pagiging mabuti niyang asawa at ama sa isa nilang anak na mapalad na hindi nakuha ang sakit. Kahit na alam niyang nahawa siya sa aasawa niyang HIV positive. Makikita dito ang tunay at wagas niyang pag ibig sa kabiyak sa kabila ng pagkakaroon din niya ng HIV/AIDS dahil sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang matpos kong makita lahat ng mga larawan; naantig, natakot, at nainspire ako. Sa kabila ng kanilang karamdaman, nagsusumikap pa rin silang mabuhay sa tulong ng mga taong nagmamalasakit sa mga kagaya nilang biktima ng sakit na ito. Nakakatuwang isipin na may mga taong naiintindihan ang kanilang karamdaman at tinutulungan sila sa abot ng kanilang makakaya. Kahit ang iba dito ay hindi nila ka-ano-ano. Mahirap ang magkaroon ng ganitong karamdaman, mahirap isiping may sakit ka na hindi na malulunasan, para kang isang kandilang unti-unting inuupos ng karamdaman, unti unti kang manghihina at babagsak ang iyong katawan na mistulang punong kahoy na untiu-nting nalalanta at natutuyot, mahirap din ang pakiramdam na dahil sa kakulangan ng inpormasyon pinandidirihan sila ng ibang tao. Msakit itakwil ng kapwa mo dahil sa sakit na ito, subalit sa kabila ng mga ito, pilit pa rin nilang itinataguyod ang kanilang buhay, ang iba namay ibinabahagi sa ibang tao ang mga karanasang ito. Iminumulat ang kaalaman ng mga tao tungkol sa sakit na ito, ipinapaliwanag nila kung saan at papaano nakukuha ang ganitong sakit. Nakakatakot para sakin dahil isa sa dahilan ng pagkalat nito ay ang pakikipag talik na walaang proteksyon. Hindi ka pala magigi sigurado sa kahit na kaninong tao at kahit sa sarili mo, ito ang isa sa nagturo sa akin na kung gaano kahalaga ang "safe sex"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;##########################&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ang artikulong ito ay isinulat ko noong February 19 2005.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;my entry for world AIDS DAY (pahabol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-2728829821886731848?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/2728829821886731848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=2728829821886731848&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/2728829821886731848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/2728829821886731848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/12/safe-sex.html' title='Safe sex'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SUWFogTe7TI/AAAAAAAAAIo/l0F1m41bPdY/s72-c/196217264_339000661_d43dafb123142b9927d9de03ed02800164c0d5fe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-1488470645597003868</id><published>2008-11-28T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:01:26.212-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>For you. (the original entry)</title><content type='html'>"I know I wounded you so deeply and the trauma that it caused you will never be disremembered, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and I promise you, this will be the last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being selfish, and I know I shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm being taken for granted, I know you have many priorities and I'm not even at the least. We've talked about this many times but then nothing happened. I'm still not in your list of priorities. Yes! I am demanding it! but you didn't heed, however I understand you, I wounded you so deeply, and the trauma that it caused you, holds you back from giving me what I demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I first said "i love you"? You replied "Thank you!". Still, I hold on to that, I understand how you feel that time, and I know that it is may fault. I wounded you so deeply, and the trauma that it caused you, holds back those three special words to be uttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you of our status and you told me that you are not ready for a commitment. You kept me hanging for a month, but then I tried to hold on, because I understand you, I wounded you so deeply, and the trauma that it caused you, holds you back from trusting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that I needed someone to talk to, but you were no where to be found. You didn't even bother to ask how am I doing or how is it going. I felt alone but I understand you, I wounded you so deeply, and the trauma that it caused you, holds you back from caring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand you! All of these things are my fault and I am the one that should be blamed. You were always caring and thoughtful but I never appreciated it. I was so idealistic to look for something that you don't have. I was blinded by my touchstone and failed to see the beauty that you possess, kindness that you display. You tried to understand me but in return I treated you with antipathy. I was so stupid to doubt the love that you are giving, thinking that it was nothing but a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the ghost that I created in the past was haunting me, causes me to lose control of my sanity. This is where the paranoia coming from. Scared of my own footprints, scared that the things I've done will be thrown back to me. It was all my fault, I failed to appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply in love with you Siopao. Insanely in love &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;but I am not happy anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I tried to understand you but my understanding has ended right this very moment. I can not continue what ever we have, because I can not bear the pain that I'm giving you, I know the wound that you have will leave a mark forever, and I don't want the trauma that it caused you turn into fear of loving again. The guilt is eating me, it slowly embracing my soul, and I'm starting to suffocate. I am now being strangled to death and as I desperately grasp for air, the things that I've done flashed back in to my mind. Even I, can't bear it. The pain that I've caused you doubled when it echoed back to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'm like a prisoner trying to un-strangle the manacle of guilt in my soul, and the chain of pain in my heart; but as I scuffle to free my self, both are tightening up and crushing them into pieces. Like a prisoner, there's only one thing in my mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;see yah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;###########################&lt;br /&gt;This entry was edited before I posted it last time. We tried to patch things up but it didn't work, so I decided to post the original entry. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-1488470645597003868?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1488470645597003868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=1488470645597003868&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/1488470645597003868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/1488470645597003868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-you-original-entry.html' title='For you. (the original entry)'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-4719884871427402942</id><published>2008-11-11T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T16:01:02.022-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>For you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;"I know I wounded you so deeply and the trauma that it caused you will never be disremembered. I will never hurt you again."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am being selfish, and I know I shouldn't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like i'm being taken for granted, I know you have many priorities and I'm not even at the least. We've talked about this many times but then nothing happened. I'm still not in your list of priorities. Yes! I am demanding it! but you didn't heed, however I understand you, I wounded you so deeply, and the trauma that it caused you, holds you back from giving me what I demand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I first said "i love you"? You replied "Thank you!". Still, I hold on to that, I understand how you feel that time, and I know that it is may fault. I wounded you so deeply, and the trauma that it caused you, holds back those three special words to be uttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked you of our status and you told me that you are not ready for a commitment. You kept me hanging for a month, but then I tried to hold on, because I understand you, I wounded you so deeply, and the trauma that it caused you, holds you back from trusting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times that I needed someone to talk to, but you were no where to be found. You didn't even bother to ask how am I doing or how is it going. I felt alone but I understand you, I wounded you so deeply, and the trauma that it caused you, holds you back from caring for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand you! All of these things are my fault and I am the one that should be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always caring and thoughtful but I never appreciated it. I was so idealistic to look for something that you don't have. I was blinded by my touchstone and failed to see the beauty that you possess, kindness that you display. You tried to understand me but in return I treated you with antipathy. I was so stupid to doubt the love that you are giving, thinking that it was nothing but a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the ghost that I created in the past was now haunting me, causes me to lose control of my sanity. This is where the paranoia coming from. Scared of my own footprints, scared that the things I've done will be thrown back to me. It was all my fault, I failed to appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deeply in love with you Siopao. Insanely in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but I love my self more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-4719884871427402942?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4719884871427402942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=4719884871427402942&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/4719884871427402942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/4719884871427402942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-you.html' title='For you.'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-4933657975305178693</id><published>2008-11-04T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T21:43:42.969-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='angel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>What is the name of your angel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SREak_bcnrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ruHAPYzhO5M/s1600-h/eprendergast-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265018662176988850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SREak_bcnrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ruHAPYzhO5M/s200/eprendergast-angel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When I was a child I believed in angels.I asked his name, his name was Gabriel.&lt;/i&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd I know it? you'll just feel it, you already know it long before you make your first step. Before you go to sleep ask your angel his name and you'll feel it the next morning. Don't use logic use your heart. Your heart knows a lot of things, and it always talks to you. You're listening to it when you were a child but as soon as you learn to think of your own and use logic you stopped listening, but then your heart still shouts and you never heed. Until now, it talks to you but you never listen...because you can never put a water in a cup when it's already full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I met someone by the name of Gabriel and I strongly feel that he is in deed my angel."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is a conflict, someone has already claimed that he is my angel, and my heart and mind was now in asymmetry. I stopped listening to my heart long ago, so now even if it shrieks I can not understand. Somehow I lost connection to my self. How can 2 tigers stay in one mountain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Kiss of an angel"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave me a spellbind kiss, it made me think of him misses him and seems like I know him even before I learn to talk. It was magical. The universe conspires to help me meet my angel. The rain stopped to make my way to him the time froze when I met him. All I can see is him and all I can hear is his voice. The wind sent me his scent before I even met him. Enchanted it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I don't know what happened next...because I woke up..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-4933657975305178693?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4933657975305178693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=4933657975305178693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/4933657975305178693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/4933657975305178693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-is-name-of-your-angel.html' title='What is the name of your angel?'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SREak_bcnrI/AAAAAAAAAIA/ruHAPYzhO5M/s72-c/eprendergast-angel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-1389315407381743631</id><published>2008-10-23T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T20:20:51.259-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lucky phone'/><title type='text'>Lucky me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SQEVP_lXENI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qk87Ln7wJ28/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260509204255805650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 122px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SQEVP_lXENI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qk87Ln7wJ28/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I always wanted to buy a new phone....yan nadinig ang dasal ko.... nakabili ko ng phone? hindi pa...pero nawala ung phone ko, kaya ngaun I have a reason to buy a new one. Hahahahaha... Naiwan ko ata sa taxi,at para sa nakapulot ng CP ko, palitan mu na lang ng housing kasu medyo mahal palitan yan ng housing tas eto ung security code just type "john" tas iwawala ko din ung charger para sana ikaw ang makakuha at pati na rin ung karton and manual and ear phones. Wag mu na lang sana pakialaman ung sim. thanks. Alam mu pang apat na cp ko palang yan sa buong buhay ko. kasi hindi talaga ko nag papalit ng CP kung hindi kailangan. hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yung una kong CP eh nung college na ko tas ang unit? N5110 ang tagal din sakin nun. Kahit na malaki okay lang, kasi kahit nagka holdapan sa jeep hindi pinansin ung cp ko. hindi ata nakita na hawak ko o natakot ata kasi masakit un pag ipinukpok, kung hindi nga nasira e malamang yun pa rin ang phone ko, mas maliit pa ung instant land line ni marian rivera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pangalawa kong CP ay ung N3350 ung parang 3310, ayun namn nung nag tatrabaho na ko. ahahaha... matagal din sakin un, kung hindi lang bagay sa porma ko talaga eh hindi ko papalitan un.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pangatlo kong CP ay ang L7. maganda rin ung phone na un...kasu panget lang camera. sang taon din sakin un. Gumimik ako minsan tas nawala ng parang bula sa bulsa ko....kaya ayoko sa mga sik-sikang lugar...kala ko kung anung kinakapa, eh mas interesado pala sa CP ko...heheheheh lintik! First time kong nawalan ng CP. first time ko ding nadukutan sa bulsa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pang apat na CP ko ay yung L7e at yung 2100 ata yung may flash light. swerte ko kasi may naiwan pa ding cp sakin kahit na ang nawala ay ung primary phone ko. lahat ng numbers nandun sa cp na yun. I miss you phone.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kaswertehan ko talaga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-1389315407381743631?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1389315407381743631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=1389315407381743631&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/1389315407381743631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/1389315407381743631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/10/lucky-me.html' title='Lucky me.'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SQEVP_lXENI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Qk87Ln7wJ28/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-3519478722050186059</id><published>2008-09-23T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:08:55.849-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simle life'/><title type='text'>Come to think of it...</title><content type='html'>Habang naglalakad ako pauwi galing opis naisipan kong mag taho, sarado pa namn MRT kasi masyado pang maaga. Nkaugalian ko ng uminun ng taho every morning para din dag dag protein masyado kasi kong payatot....eheheheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway tama na ang daldal eto ang nangyari...hinahanap ko si manung taho sa baba ng mrt buendia station. aba wala pa!...nang biglang may dumaan ng taxi at huminto sa harap ko, ay hindi ako mag tataxi mag MMrt ako sabi ko sa isip ko. Pag baba ng sakay ng taxi bumaba din ung driver at pag bukas ng compartment...aba!!! akalain mu ung taho ang laman...Sosyal na mamang Taho naka taxi!!! Samantala ako nanghihinayang sa pantaxi ko pauwe kasi ang laki ng difference ng 12 pesos sa MRT sa 100pesos na pantataxi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun na nga bumuli na ko ng taho, pero maaga pa rin keya nakipag kwentuhan parin ako kay manong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ako:&lt;/b&gt; Manong anung oras mag bubukas ung MRT (wala lang just to start a conversation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mamang taho:&lt;/b&gt; ay mga 5:30 pa yan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ako:&lt;/b&gt; ahhhh ok...eh manung lage kayung nag tataxi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;mtaho:&lt;/b&gt;ay oo araw araw pag umaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ako:&lt;/b&gt;(sa isip: tuchang mama taho ito mas sosyal!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;- bago pa man din ako makapag tanung uli... bigla syang nag salita ulit-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;m taho:&lt;/b&gt; mas ok na yun...mga &lt;strike&gt;tarantado&lt;/strike&gt; kasi ang mga bus driver nahulog na ko sa bus dati keya un mas napamahal na pa ako...&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh nahulog pala xa at nagkaroon ng malaking troma dahil natapon daw ang taho nya. umandar kasi ung bus ng hindi pa xa nakakababa kaya ayun. sumambulat ang minit at mamasamasang taho ni manung sa sahig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa pag kukwentuhan namin may natutunan din ako. Mas malakas ang ulan mas marameng nagtataho, pero pag ambon lang kaunti ang nagtataho. eto ang kanyang sagot. pag umaambon kasi mabilis daw maglakad ang tao...keya hindi na nila napapansin ung mga nagbebenta. nag mamadali kasi baka lumakas ang ulan. at pag umuulan naman, naiistranded sila sa silong ng flyover sa buendia, keya wala silang magawa kundi mag palipas ng ulan at mag food trip, ang pinag didiskitahan nila dahil malamig ay ang mainit na taho. (aba it makes sense diba?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ibang klase pala si manong he conducted social experiment( taray diba?) at isa ko sa subject nya dahil madalas akong dumaan sa pwesto nya. idagdag sa kasosyalan ni manong ang kinikita nya araw araw ay 1000 pesos! oo tama kayu ng nabasa. 1k a day ang rate ni manong, kasu performance based. (bigla tuloy ako nahiya...mas malaki kumita si manong) ...sosyal talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-3519478722050186059?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3519478722050186059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=3519478722050186059&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3519478722050186059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3519478722050186059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/come-to-think-of-it.html' title='Come to think of it...'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-4658145672813622544</id><published>2008-09-03T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T04:35:03.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pressure'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'>A night in a pressure cooker.</title><content type='html'>This place is just like a huge pressure cooker, i can feel the boiling water penetrates my skin and slowly cooking me, but instead of me being tender after long hours in this big pressure cooker, I am beginning to be dense as a rock. It makes my whole body numb and I can't feel anything. Is this the end of me? am I nothing but a failure? Do I deserve this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OF COURSE NOT! There's no way that I'm going to end up like this. I can feel the adrenalin rush! It slowly spreads to my whole system. Fighting the stupefying effect of this pressure cooker. Makes me think fast and effectively. Fighting not to be emotionally deteriorated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now making my way out of this exhausting situation, composing my self again, and picking up the scattred pieces of me from the floor. Freeing my self from this fucking Pressure Cooker.&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling better now. I can do this! just focus. Think of happy thoughts and my goal. Nothing can stop me in my race to success not even a pressure cooker or even you, dumb ass, no matter how you demotivate me or try to outrage me, YOU CAN'T STOP ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-4658145672813622544?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4658145672813622544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=4658145672813622544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/4658145672813622544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/4658145672813622544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/night-in-pressure-cooker.html' title='A night in a pressure cooker.'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-6340125908782899459</id><published>2008-09-01T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T08:35:48.442-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>Dream date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SLvdeeFyPyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GmGG8-li-OQ/s1600-h/girl_next_door1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241026106918846242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SLvdeeFyPyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GmGG8-li-OQ/s200/girl_next_door1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Every body has their dream date, It should be in a perfect place, should be with the right person, the perfect time, etc. but what would your dream date be?&lt;/b&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well what exactly in my mind? I have dated a few but none of them fulfilled my dream date. Most of the dates I had was in the mall doing the same old boring stuffs, movies, coffee shops, dining and after that what comes next? hmmmmmm, lets say that I had learned my lessons &lt;strike&gt;"don't do sex on your first date"&lt;/strike&gt;. If you wanted the dating stage to step up to the next level, don't include it in your "things to do list", because it will just extinguish the excitement, and the interest of seeing the person again. Well unless, if your main objective is to be nailed or to nail someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dream date would be in a place where you could have an intellectual masturbation, where in you would have a chance to know the person deeper,(wow hopeless romantic) at the same time an enjoyable place, and for me, the Zoo would be perfect( hehehehe) . I never been there before, so the date would be fun and memorable. A theme park would be perfect as well or in the ocean park, but of course if it's okay with my date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had dated me and I asked you to watch a movie or for a coffee that means I just wanted a company...he he he, I'm sorry....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about you what would your dream date be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-6340125908782899459?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6340125908782899459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=6340125908782899459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/6340125908782899459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/6340125908782899459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/09/dream-date.html' title='Dream date'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SLvdeeFyPyI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GmGG8-li-OQ/s72-c/girl_next_door1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-3113614230660397877</id><published>2008-08-18T09:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T09:33:33.283-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neithan'/><title type='text'>Neithan got Talent!</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Hey guys this is my friend and my mentor, he got wonderful voice just sharing it. Have time to listen to it. He's great!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="mini_player" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=" height="359" width="389" align="middle" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="_cx" value="10292"&gt;&lt;param name="_cy" value="9499"&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Movie" value="http://thesimsonstage.ea.com/flash/embeded_player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="Src" value="http://thesimsonstage.ea.com/flash/embeded_player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="WMode" value="Window"&gt;&lt;param name="Play" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Loop" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Quality" value="High"&gt;&lt;param name="SAlign" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="Menu" value="-1"&gt;&lt;param name="Base" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="AllowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain"&gt;&lt;param name="Scale" value="ShowAll"&gt;&lt;param name="DeviceFont" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="EmbedMovie" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="BGColor" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SWRemote" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="MovieData" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="SeamlessTabbing" value="1"&gt;&lt;param name="Profile" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="ProfileAddress" value=""&gt;&lt;param name="ProfilePort" value="0"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowNetworking" value="all"&gt;&lt;param name="AllowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://thesimsonstage.ea.com/flash/embeded_player.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#ffffff" width="389" height="359" name="mini_player" align="middle" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.adobe.com/shockwave/download/download.cgi?P1_Prod_Version=ShockwaveFlash" flashvars="type=P&amp;ID=http://thesimsonstage.ea.com/miniPlayer.html?id=WtnXo9XFCdWEI6vSCAOZ1bW74L9nTNTBXKv6o1JLlQie9yLQ5nhR%2Fkms1thw1kLK"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you...He's GREAT. It made me ask my self &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When will I fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-3113614230660397877?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3113614230660397877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=3113614230660397877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3113614230660397877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3113614230660397877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/when-i-fall-in-love.html' title='Neithan got Talent!'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-8824453785026485114</id><published>2008-08-15T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T12:50:59.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love story'/><title type='text'>I love you goodbye...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is not so true. If you really love the person why would you leave him?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ---- This was my thinking before.&lt;br /&gt;Loving a person is not enough to stay in the relatioship. There are things to be considered, and those things are more important than staying with the person you love. Sad but this is true. Here are some of the obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;If the person you love is married.&lt;/b&gt; You don't want to be a home wrecker, do you?&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;If the person you love doesn't love you.&lt;/b&gt; Hey don't be stupid, isn't obvious? Duh!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;If the person you love is your best friend's bf/gf.&lt;/b&gt; Don't be selfish, friendship is more important.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;If you feel that it will not work no matter what you do.&lt;/b&gt; You will know when to stop, you'll feel&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;If the person you love is taken, though he/she promised you that he/she loves you and that makes your relationship complicated.&lt;/b&gt; look who's talking. hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...still more to come, for now you can give your suggestions. When to say &lt;b&gt;I LOVE YOU GOODBYE&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-8824453785026485114?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/8824453785026485114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=8824453785026485114&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/8824453785026485114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/8824453785026485114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-love-you-goodbye.html' title='I love you goodbye...'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-5226903125833390906</id><published>2008-08-11T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:32:21.674-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pangarap ng mga bata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>Think Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I will never waste my food ever...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SKEtR9E73WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cFJkByQsaKE/s1600-h/000701c8d555%24c09c3be0%244cfdfea9.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233514028457516386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SKEtR9E73WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cFJkByQsaKE/s400/000701c8d555%24c09c3be0%244cfdfea9.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the photo above to read the caption under it.&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before you waste your food, think again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;see yah&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/5595057788711836654-5226903125833390906?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5226903125833390906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=5226903125833390906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/5226903125833390906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/5226903125833390906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/think-again.html' title='Think Again!'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SKEtR9E73WI/AAAAAAAAAFw/cFJkByQsaKE/s72-c/000701c8d555%24c09c3be0%244cfdfea9.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-367797564680286861</id><published>2008-08-11T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T02:12:00.637-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dating'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='signs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loving'/><title type='text'>5 Signs He's Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SJv_zRfJ9JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TD99WHPpRlU/s1600-h/8E19F72CCEF92C4DF5A9C2B8069CA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232056648453452946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SJv_zRfJ9JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TD99WHPpRlU/s320/8E19F72CCEF92C4DF5A9C2B8069CA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;5 Signs He's Into You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;By Chelsea Kaplan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Having trouble figuring out your guy's level of interest in you? Sometimes, the proof is in his body language. To understand what your honey's movement, eye contact and even posture reveal about his true feelings for you, check out these hints from Greg Hartley, former Army Special Forces interrogator and author of I Can Read You Like a Book: How to Spot the Messages and Emotions People Are Really Sending With Their Body Language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five signs your date is into you…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He closes the distance "First and foremost, moving in closer indicates a desire for more intimate contact," Hartley says. So if a guy you're talking to at a party inches a little closer as you talk, or your date slides into the same side of the booth as you, you know he wants to get to know you better—and not as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He speaks softly When a man talks in a quieter voice, it's an excellent sign, Hartley explains. "He's indicating that what he's saying is for your ears only," he says. "If he's telling you something private or secret, it's a good thing—guys don't do that to women they're not into." If you want to let that soft-talker know you feel the same way, respond in kind, which should quickly turn those sparks into an all-out fire. Caveat: If you're in a loud bar or restaurant, where you have to shout to be heard, you can't tell anything by his decibel level. So wait until you're walking or driving home to see whether he's turned the volume down. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He rounds his posture Hypermasculine body language (think: swaggering walk, standing tall with shoulders back and chin up, etc.) serves to attract women from a distance. But when a guy is talking close-up with a woman he likes, he will soften, or "round" his body language, Hartley notes. If your guy's squared shoulders cave in when he's chatting with you, he's indicating that he feels comfortable and secure in your presence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He talks slowwwly Like birds in a mating dance, men typically talk more slowly and softly when they are attracted to someone, Hartley explains. Of course, if he knocked back a few gigante lattes on a first date, he may be too wired (and nervous) to sound like Barry White, but give it time: If his speech starts to make you feel sleepy, he's a goner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He can't take his eyes off you (in a good way) So his eyes are locked on yours? As long as it isn't a psycho stare, but rather a lingering, heavy-lidded, "Wow, you're amazing" gaze, that guy is digging you big-time, Harley says. …&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and 5 signs your date isn't into you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. He's four feet away If his motto may as well be The Police's "Don't Stand So Close to Me", he's not feelin' you romantically, Hartley says. How do you define "distance"? "If he remains four feet or more away from you, it is a clear signal that his heart's not in it," says Hartley. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. He stands at an oblique angle facing you "Most men do not realize that when talking to another man, we stand at oblique angles, with one shoulder facing the other's face, yet when we talk to women — especially ones we're interested in romantically — we stand face-to-face with them," Hartley says. If your guy's shoulder is pointing in the direction of your face during conversation, he's subconsciously showing disinterest or is trying to turn you off, Hartley explains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. He sounds like that guy in accounting If your date is talking to you like you're someone at the office — meaning the pace is quick and the level of his voice is rather strong — "he's probably just trying to keep it to friend level," Hartley says. With time, you might notice a change — after all, he just might want to keep it "professional" on the first date or two while he gets to know you — but if it remains this way after a few dates, cut your losses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. He stares at your mouth When a guy focuses on your lips, what he's really trying to do is avoid eye contact, Hartley explains. "If he's avoiding eye contact, you can pretty safely assume he's not into you," he asserts. If your date fixes his gaze below your face, he's probably interested in you, but perhaps not for a long-term relationship, if you know what we mean… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. He's out of sync with your body language When a guy is romantically interested in you, he will mimic your body language, so if he doesn't copy you, gesture for gesture, odds are he isn't smitten, Hartley says. To test the waters, try leaning in closer to your date, using your hands to emphasize what you're saying. If your guy does the same, it's a great sign. But if he keeps his hands still, pulls away or takes a step backwards, he may be unavailable or just plain not interested. Chelsea Kaplan is deputy editor of www.thefamilygroove.com and regularly appears as a guest on XM Radio's "Broadminded." Her blog, "I'm Somebody's Mother?" can be found at www.chelseakaplan.com. For the other side of this story, read &lt;a href="http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/articlematch.aspx?cp-documentid=8860742"&gt;5 Signs She's Into You&lt;/a&gt;. Article courtesy of Happen magazine, &lt;a href="http://www.happenmag.com/"&gt;http://www.happenmag.com/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SJwAOeHqPDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MigYmfpL5rk/s1600-h/C11BAC44C6177B2D8B9E44B585BB9.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232057115701034034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SJwAOeHqPDI/AAAAAAAAAE4/MigYmfpL5rk/s320/C11BAC44C6177B2D8B9E44B585BB9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to MSN here's the &lt;a href="http://lifestyle.msn.com/relationships/articlematch.aspx?cp-documentid=8860743"&gt;original post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check out the she version of this guys. Thanks to MSN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;See yah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-367797564680286861?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/367797564680286861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=367797564680286861&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/367797564680286861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/367797564680286861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/5-signs-hes-into-you.html' title='5 Signs He&apos;s Into You'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SJv_zRfJ9JI/AAAAAAAAAEg/TD99WHPpRlU/s72-c/8E19F72CCEF92C4DF5A9C2B8069CA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-7530691410086394005</id><published>2008-08-08T03:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:47:35.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pangarap ng mga bata'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent search'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cd-r king'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tawag ng tanghalan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='text vote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><title type='text'>Talent Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SJwjNe_Dr6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3e4ZA3cwRU4/s1600-h/TALENT-NWCOLOURPOSTER-smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232095581660491682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SJwjNe_Dr6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3e4ZA3cwRU4/s200/TALENT-NWCOLOURPOSTER-smaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sino ba namn ang hindi nangarap na lumabas ang mukha nila sa TV? halos lahat ata ng tao pinangarap na maging artista. Lahat kakaririn para lang makapasuk sa magulong mundo ng showbiz (sikreto ko tong malupet, minsan sa buhay ko pinangarap ko din na lumabas mukha ko sa TV, hindi ko na nga lang tinuloy mangarap. Bkit? Basahin mu ung entry ko na Sense of humor na may sense). Sinu nga ba namn ang hindi mabubulag sa laki ng kita sa pag aartisa, sabi nga ng kabit bahay ko dyan, pera pera lang yan, AT hindi lang yaun. da Fame, da glory na nakakabit sa pangalan mu pag sumikat ka. Jakpot nga naman, magiging VIP ka na sa mga paborito mung fast food, di ka na nila papipilahin. Pag may gusto kang bilhin sa CD-R King aasikasuhin ka ng mga sales lady dun at hindi ka nila susungitan (ewan ko requirement ata na masama ugali ang tinatangap dun eh. Lalu na sa SM pala pala sa Cavite)at lalu na sa MRT hindi ka na din pagbabayarin, hindi mu na kailangan pumila ng mahaba, papapasukin ka nila sa Employee entrance.(oo hindi masama mag MRT pag artista ka na),hindi ka na bibili ng damit (bibigyan ka na lng) mas maganda pa dun eh hindi ka na huhuluhin ng MMDA pag hindi mu sinunod ang traffic rules sa Edsa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pinaka madaling paraan upang maging artista ay ang pagsali sa mga nagkalat na talent search ngaun, pero malaki na ang pagkakaiba ng mga talent search nuon at ngaun. Nuon ang mga nagwawagi sa talent search ay mga tunay na may talento gaya sa "Tawag ng Tanghalan" ang mga nagwagi sa talent search na ito ay tunay namng may K. Gaya ni Dulce, ang kumanta ng "Ako ang Nasawi, Ako ang Nagwagi", ang sikat na si Nora Aunor, na iisa ang tono sa pagdedeliber ng linya(pansinin nyo kahit galit, masaya o umiiyak parehas ang tono ng linya) at marame pang iba, hindi ko na nga lang naabutan kasi. kaya sila lang ang alam ko. hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngaung panahong to mas marami ang talent search na nagsulputan, kaya nag karoon na din ng pag asa ang marami sa Pilipinong nag aambisyong yumaman. Tanungin mu ang mga kabataan ngaun (2 to 10 years old) pag tinanung mu kung anu ang gusto nila maging paklaki, ang isasagot ng karamihan ay maging katulad ni Idol oh in short maging artista. Di tulad dati na ang isasagot nila eh maging doktor, abugado, piloto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga talent search ngaun ay nag poproduce ng mga talents na walang talent. Ang gulo noh....dahil idadaan ito sa text votes, kung sino ang gusto ng mga tao o kung sino ang mas maraming kamag-anak, kaibigan at kakilala un ang mananalo.(Toink! un lang) Pero it makes sense kasi mas patok sa tao mas malaking tsansang sumikat. Pero ang kalalabasan nito ang binoto ng tao ay magiging Contemporary artist (sa tagalog, ngaun lang sikat, bukas hindi na) hindi gaya ng mga nanalo nuon hangang ngaun Sikat parin, dahil sa huli masasabi nilang nanalo ako sa Talent Search dahil may talento ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang naisip ko lang....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-7530691410086394005?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7530691410086394005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=7530691410086394005&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/7530691410086394005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/7530691410086394005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/talent-search.html' title='Talent Search'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SJwjNe_Dr6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/3e4ZA3cwRU4/s72-c/TALENT-NWCOLOURPOSTER-smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-5110197368673059651</id><published>2008-08-07T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T03:30:48.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rich'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='success'/><title type='text'>The one about success.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;This is Perfect!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must watch...thanks to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://leviuqse.blogspot.com/"&gt;leviuqse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; for posting it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vvIYklgsWsE&amp;amp;color1=" color2="13619151&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so true..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-5110197368673059651?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/5110197368673059651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=5110197368673059651&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/5110197368673059651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/5110197368673059651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-about-success.html' title='The one about success.'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-3763113057618974579</id><published>2008-06-24T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T01:46:45.195-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='roadtrip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lamyerda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ilocos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pasyalpasyal'/><title type='text'>Road trip na bitin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;ring....ring...ring... (nag riring ang cellphone ni Dudong Habang nag babantay ng tindahang pang international) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dudong:&lt;/strong&gt; Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tumawag:&lt;/strong&gt; wag muna tayong umuwi sa Manila. &lt;em&gt;(Ang kumpare pala niyang si Charles at mga ka"bored"mates)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dudong:&lt;/strong&gt; Ano? eh marame akong appointments na pending dun over the week end &lt;em&gt;(naks parang marame talagang ginagawa)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Charles:&lt;/strong&gt; Anu ka ba! Punta daw tayo ng Ilocos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bored-mates:&lt;/strong&gt; [naka speaker phone] tara na!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dudong:&lt;/strong&gt; Ok gow! &lt;em&gt;[nyak! di man lang nag dalawang isip]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan ang buhay ng isang kaladkarin na katulad ko. Kahit saan dalhin sama agad. Anyway, natuloy nga kami papuntang Pagudpud Ilocos Norte. Wala nanaman kasing magawa ang mga "bored"ers ni Kuya Manny. Mag lolong week end kasi [inadvance kasi ni Madamme President ang holiday] pare parehas na hindi mag uuwian sa mga kanikanilang bahay. Kasi namn si Madamme ewan ko kung anung sinisinghot at naisipang i-move ang holiday ng Independence day, naka baka dumating ang pagkakataon na i-cancel nya ang pasko sa dahilang hindi pa siya nakakabili ng famas. [tawag ko sa twing may bogo, Famaskong damit, lahat kasi ng tao may bago sa panahong un] Anyway masyado na kong lumalayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ayun natuloy ang mga mokong. paguran ang ginawa namin dahil sa Isabela kami nanggaling. From Isabela umakyat kami papuntang Tuguegarrao [totoo pala ang tsismis mainit nga doon], kumaen na muna kami sa bahay ng ka "bored"mate namin. Habang kumakaen naitanong ko kung bakit mainit sa Tuguegarao. Eto ang sagot: Napapaligiran kasi ito ng mga bundok,nahaharang ang hangin, kaya nga parte ng Cagayan Valley. hay malayo sa iniisip ko na may kung anu sa ilalim nito, akala ko may geothermal activities, that can be converted to reusable energy and can supply electricity to the whole Island of Luzon (ang init kasi talaga sobra to the nth power). Eh tucha napaka simpleng dahilan lang naman pala, pinakumplikado ko pa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGHyr9C__uI/AAAAAAAAACs/7Wx9RQLn2FU/s1600-h/untitled.GIF"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215716680407187170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGHyr9C__uI/AAAAAAAAACs/7Wx9RQLn2FU/s320/untitled.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway ulet. Eto ang dinaanan namin paunta sa Ilocos. ngaragan talaga inikot namin ung north luzon talaga nakaka buryong kung tutuusin pero enjoy naman. Nag papiktyur kami sa pinaka tuktok ng Luzon ang galing! Eto yun sa baba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215718159296831266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="135" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH0CCVxHyI/AAAAAAAAAC0/jsWZhESsFMI/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" width="142" border="0" /&gt;ako ung naka blue. Yan ang ganda diba? gusto nyo Close up ako? ok pagbigyan. Sige na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH1GE2FMjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/z4z8nOqjLp8/s1600-h/IMG_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215719328200340018" style="CURSOR: hand" height="281" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH1GE2FMjI/AAAAAAAAAC8/z4z8nOqjLp8/s320/IMG_0016.JPG" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan na ha wag ng umangal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marame pang masasayang lugar ang pinintahan namin, mga pag-kaen ng ibat ibang bayan, and many more...hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH3TOg2MkI/AAAAAAAAADE/-2RsYtw0GH8/s1600-h/IMG_0004_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215721753157186114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH3TOg2MkI/AAAAAAAAADE/-2RsYtw0GH8/s320/IMG_0004_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hay natatamad nanaman ako...sheeet ngayun pa umatake. cge upload ko na lang mga pics. sabi nga nila, A picture worth a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH4JMU6gNI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Ek6VFdYN1A/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215722680283201746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH4JMU6gNI/AAAAAAAAADM/3Ek6VFdYN1A/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entrance ng Ilocos kung galing ka sa Cagayan Valley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH5sesg9tI/AAAAAAAAADc/wzicUbRMWTg/s1600-h/IMG_0235.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215724386021078738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH5sesg9tI/AAAAAAAAADc/wzicUbRMWTg/s320/IMG_0235.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang Pakbet Pizza. Uy wag niyong tawanan dahil masarap. Hindi ko akalaen, aabangan ko naman ung dinuguan pizza, sopas pizza, and ung nilaga pizzza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH6zGk18GI/AAAAAAAAADk/KCYcgKLPn_E/s1600-h/IMG_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215725599317160034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH6zGk18GI/AAAAAAAAADk/KCYcgKLPn_E/s320/IMG_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resort na tinuluyan nami. Grabe ang gand ng resort na toh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH7RgUH6rI/AAAAAAAAADs/KrEZzM_4XiQ/s1600-h/IMG_0030_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215726121622432434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH7RgUH6rI/AAAAAAAAADs/KrEZzM_4XiQ/s320/IMG_0030_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ayan naliligo na ko! hehehehe sarap.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH8Kcqnt5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Cnw-YpP0abc/s1600-h/IMG_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215727099895592850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH8Kcqnt5I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Cnw-YpP0abc/s320/IMG_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nag mumunimuni kung bakit ang gwapo ko.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH8uEADuAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dVo8rtL7LuI/s1600-h/IMG_0009_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215727711749912578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH8uEADuAI/AAAAAAAAAD8/dVo8rtL7LuI/s320/IMG_0009_1.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nagbibisi busyhan...kala mu nag liligpit talaga ako...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215728515961538914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGH9c37DSWI/AAAAAAAAAEE/JlqtKxiv00Q/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da Best ang Local Delicacies ng mga Ilocano dito. Sa Laoag na yan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marame pa kaming pinuntahan. Pinagkasya namin ang lahat sa 3 araw lang. Dahil kailangan na naming bumalil.Bitin talaga ako keya bibitinin ko din kayu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHHH...naaantuk na ko...natatamad na ko. Visit my multiply site na lang. just ask me then send ko sa email nyo ung link. (as if may magtatanung talaga...hahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-3763113057618974579?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3763113057618974579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=3763113057618974579&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3763113057618974579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3763113057618974579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/road-trip-na-bitin.html' title='Road trip na bitin'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SGHyr9C__uI/AAAAAAAAACs/7Wx9RQLn2FU/s72-c/untitled.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-3819367363447159505</id><published>2008-06-23T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T03:35:41.290-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bioman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1980&apos;s'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reminicing the youth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makaluma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shaider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batibot'/><title type='text'>Backtrax</title><content type='html'>Naisipan kong gumawa ng entry na ito para icheck ang mga ka-batch ko palumaan tayo ha. Check list kung alam mu ang mga sumusunod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naabutan mu ba ang linyang&lt;em&gt; "mother, father, brother, sister, how do you brush you teeth?"&lt;/em&gt; at kung ang tooth paste mu ba ay "pepsodent"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsuot ka ba ng Mighty Kid na sapatos nuong High school ka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naabutan mu ba ang kending "tira tira" na nakalagay sa garapon sa tindahan ni Manang Ablong na kung saan mabibili mo ito ng tatlo bentsingko? eh ang bubble gum na bilog bilog at may ibat ibang kulay na ganun din ang presyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naabutan mu ba ung promo ng Coca-cola ng may free na maliliit na vintage na kotse kotsehan? Madalas mu bang batukan ang kapatid/pamangkin mu dahil madalas nyang laruin ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namasyal ka ba sa COD at nanuod ng palabas nilang mga nag-gagalawang manikin t'wing pasko? Nakornihan ka ba dito? Nag cutting classes para mag arcade sa Ali mall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakurot ka ba ng Nanay mu sa singit dahil ayaw mung tigilan ang paglalaro ng Super mario sa bago mung Family computer (dahil ayaw mung paglaruin ang mga pamangkin mu)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naabutan mu ba ang malalaking black and white TV na may sliding door na nabubuksan? Eh ang turn table at mga malalaking plaka?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naabutan mu ba ang That's Entertainment ni Kuya germs? Nalulungkot ka ba sa t'wing maririnig ang theme song ng Conie Reyes On Camera every Saturday, [it's my turn To see what I can see, I hope you'll understand This time's just for me.....it's my turn.....]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naabutan mu ba ang pakikipaglaban ni Shaider kay Kuma Ley-ar? Nanuod ng Bioman at ang pag-ilaw ng parang pigsa sa dibdib ni Ultraman sa t'wing nanghihina siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasubaybayan mu ba ang paang aapi ni Clara sa dating bida sa komercial ng pampatangal ng kuto na si Mara (Juday)? Eh ang napaka dramang buhay ni Analuna? at ang pagkasira ng mukha ni Valiente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag enjoy ka ba sa music ng "Menudo" na kung saan si Ricky Martin ang pinakabatang miyembro? eh sa mga tugtog ng bandang "The Dawn"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto malupet "pag mulat ng mata, pag gising sa umaga, sa batibot sa batibot...." nakokornihan ka ba nuon  pag naririnig ang theme na to ng "Batibot"? Hindi ka ba nauto ni Kuya Bogie sa mga kwento nya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tineydyer ka na ng mga panahong ito at ang marame sa sagot mu ay OO.....eh,..........di hamak na masmatanda ka sakin!ha! ha! ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(dag dagan nyo pa palumaan tayo)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-3819367363447159505?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/3819367363447159505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=3819367363447159505&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3819367363447159505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/3819367363447159505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/backtrax.html' title='Backtrax'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-1075245044546043199</id><published>2008-06-20T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:25:10.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forgiveness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ogre'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kirat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gift'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='training'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='booth camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golden rule'/><title type='text'>Negative things have positive effects.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFv6EH1LfcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3MWswAgZwD8/s1600-h/confucious.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFv6EH1LfcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3MWswAgZwD8/s320/confucious.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214035942340001218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Golden rule: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Do not do unto others what you would not have them do unto you." &lt;/span&gt;Nakaka-confuse kasi si confucious kaya tuloy may mga taong hindi naiintindihan ang "golden rule" nya. Ang alam lang ay ung gold nawala ung rule. May mga taong bwakaw talaga pagdating sa salapi, makikilala ang tunay na kulay pag dating sa usaping pera. Ewan ko ba at may sa-demonyo talaga siguro sila ninoy at tatlong itlog na nakalagay sa 1 thousand. (hindi pa kasi ako nakakagawak ng cash na ganung kalaki, keya d ko sila kilala) Meron kasi ako kasama sa trabaho na sinapian ni satanas at tinakbo ang pera namin, medyo malaki din un kahit pagsama samahin ang pagpuputahan ko ng 3 weeks d pa sapat un, malalaspag muna ko bako kumita ng ganung halaga. Tas ngaun naulit nanaman, may aleng kirat naman ang nang bubuwakaw ng dapat na samin. (sorry for the term ha) Well ang sakin lang ibigay sana ung dapat na samin. Aba hindi ata biro ang mga pinag gagawa ko sa trabaho ko ah. Kaw na mag salita ng 8 oras sa harap ng 40 na tao at ang masama kailangan sa wikang Ingles pa. Taragis talaga, pahirap. Tapus ang bruha ay nag papalamig habang kausap ang labidabs nya (na halos kalahati ng edad lang nya) sa suncell at nagkakamot ng keps. Hay tas kikita na ng limpak limpak na salapi. It's umpeyr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masakit na sa ulo ang pag iisip kung san ako hahanap ng ipangbibili sa mga necessities ko, gaya ng pambili ng bagong pants sa penshoppe (un lang kasi meron dito sa Santiago, Isabela) Lotion with sunscreen (aba ang init dito eh) ng glutathione (para hindi na ako kulay punong kahoy), not to mention ung mga nilalagay ko pang kung anik anik sa mukha ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero malaki din naman ang pasalamat ko sa mga bwaka ng inang, lintek na, sa demonyong mga taong un. Dahil sa kanila natutunan kong wag pagkatiwalaan ang taong hindi nakatingin sayu pag nakikipag usap, at lalaking maitim ang singit na mahilig sa babaeng kamukha ni kirara. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ang booth camp training ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday may quize na uutusan kang bumuli ng yelo para sa malamig na tubig na iinumin ng bwakaw. Dahil dito narealize ko na "To be a good leader you must be a good follower."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuto din akong maging tough, ang hindi pagkain sa oras dahil wala samin ang mga allowance namin; kailangan pang intaying magutom ang bruha bago kumain. Inisip ko na lang na tinuturuan nya kaming maging health concious, dapat imenatain ang waist line. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinuruan din nya kaming kumain ng kung anu ang nakahain sa karinderya. Mabuti un para mawala ang pagkapihikan ko sa pag kain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tas nag ala extra challenge kami sa pag-kain, pinakain nya kami sa palenke. Oo sa palengke na hindi ata nabigyan ng sanitary permit dahil maiitim ang kuko ng nag seserve at amoy tae ang ilalim ng lamesa. Pero alam ko para sakin din un, para maging immune ako sa mga germs. pampalakas resistensiya ba. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At higit sa lahat ang mag ulam ng beta max at ng isaw sa tabi ng kalsada. Un ang pinaka exciting talaga parang fear factor. Pero alam ko na practice lang un para maging cowboy ako, magaling makisama. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang boothcamp training talaga. Nag tatanung siguro kayou kung anung trabaho ko. well training consultant slash BPO consultant. Well san kayu nakakita ng training consultant slash BPO consultant na ganyan ang pinag daanan. Masasabi kong gumradweyt ako with flying colars sa booth camp training na to. &lt;taas noo&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi pa tapus dahil ngaun yung final excersise. ang pagkadelay ng pera dahil na advance na ng bruha. Tinuturuan kami ng patience, because patience is a virtue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ganun ung mga kasama naming un, kahit na masahol pa sila sa buhaya, kahit mukhang pera at walang alam na tao kundi ang sarili lang nila, kahit na puro pahirap ang ginawa samin, saludo pa rin ako sa kakapalan ng mukha nilo at kalakasan ng apog nila (dahil hindi na natakot na sa impiyerno sila mapupunta). Elibs talaga. Kala ko sa pelikula ko lang makikita ang ganyang tao. Kala ko din sa fairy tale lang ang mga ogre at wicked witch. Salamat pa rin for making me tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we just have to be positive. Every negative thing has its positive effects; you just have to look at it using your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It really doesn't matter if the person who hurt you deserves to be forgiven. Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself. You have things to do and you want to move on." - tama ba? APIR!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah!,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-1075245044546043199?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/1075245044546043199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=1075245044546043199&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/1075245044546043199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/1075245044546043199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/negative-thing-has-positive-effects.html' title='Negative things have positive effects.'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFv6EH1LfcI/AAAAAAAAAAs/3MWswAgZwD8/s72-c/confucious.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-6257146025555779488</id><published>2008-06-19T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:03:19.587-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sistema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty or brain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gwapo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beauty contest'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maganda'/><title type='text'>Beauty or Brain?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFqpzwomaPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GJp8qbXSTdo/s1600-h/paris_hilton1_300_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFqpzwomaPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GJp8qbXSTdo/s320/paris_hilton1_300_400.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213666225328384242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Which would you rather have, beauty or brain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Brain is more important than beauty. Brain is real &amp; tangible, and beauty is imagined, seen, but not tangible, in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely brains. You can do so much more with brains than beauty. &lt;/span&gt;"Answer from &lt;a href="http://wiki.answers.com/Q/Beauty_vs_brain"&gt;WikiAnswers&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har har har! what a pathetic answer. Defense mechanism ng mga di kagandahan. Hay naku kung ako tatanungin ng ganyan eto ang sasagot ko... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Being smart is an objective but being beautiful will always be subjective! Definitely BEAUTY!" &lt;/span&gt; Bakit? Eh kung pinanganak kang kahawig ng aso wala ka ng magagawa dun. Alam ko, sasabihin mung nandyan namn si Madamme Vicy Belo. Well kung ganyan ang case mu at lumapit ka kay madamme eto ang isasagot nya. "Iha doktor lang ako at hindi ko kayang mag milagro" Panu kung wala ka ding pera may magagawa ka ba? Wala din. &lt;br /&gt;Mas marame kang magagawa pag maganda ka. Marameng mas pabor sau pag may itsura ka. Aminin man natin o hindi, ito ang sistemang tumatakbo sa bansa natin ngaun at sa mundo...Oo itong mundong ginagalawan mu at ginagalawan ko ay inihulma para sa mga taong MAGAGANDA at GWAPO(para samin lang). We have to live with it, if you don't want to, then leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(tabi tabi po opinyon ko lang po....wag ng umangal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-6257146025555779488?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/6257146025555779488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=6257146025555779488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/6257146025555779488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/6257146025555779488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/beauty-or-brain.html' title='Beauty or Brain?'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFqpzwomaPI/AAAAAAAAAAg/GJp8qbXSTdo/s72-c/paris_hilton1_300_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-7570285135681394450</id><published>2008-06-18T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T07:01:20.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sayaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dudong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jon Santos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artista'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='respeto sa sarili'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle Sanches'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tesi Tomas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sense of humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nanette Imbentor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='talent'/><title type='text'>sense of humor na with sense</title><content type='html'>Bago lang ako sa gawaing ganito, naimpluwensyahan lang. Sabi ko subukan ko pampatangal ng stress, (effective naman) hindi na kasi umeepekto ang sex pampatangal stress para sakin. Marami ng gumagawa ng blog medyo marami na rin akong nabasa, ang galing nga kabilib gaya ni &lt;a href="http://kwentongbarbero.com/"&gt;badoodles&lt;/a&gt; ata yun, master pag dating sa ganitong gawain. Nakakatawa na walang kwenta na mayaman sa emosyon at makabuluhan. Basta galing talentado ka idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba at may mga taong ipinanganak na may talento. Ako? Meron? FYI hindi ako marunong sumayaw, umawit, gumuhit, o anu mang talentong nasa isip mu, ni hindi nga ako photogenic. (shet naman oh)Kahit un na lang wala padin. Naaalala ko nang nagsayaw ako nung program namin nung High School mukaha akong unggoy na kinagat ng langgam sa dulo ng uten! tas pag sa videoke pag nag iinuman, mapapansin ko na lng mga kainuman ko na kanya kanya na ng topic na pinag uusapan (gago kayo wag nyo namn ipamukha pa). Simula non hindi ko na ginawa ang ganung bagay para na rin sa ikatatahimik ng buhay ko at para di na bumaba ang respeto ko sa sarili .lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pag susulat ng mga lathalain ko. Susubukin kong maging natural. Marami na rin kasing manunulat na nakakaaliw, at baka malaybelan ako sa noo ng "you're nothing but a second rate trying hard copy cat" Try ko namn magsulat ng nakakabato for a change diba. Sabi ko nga madalas na &lt;strong&gt;"dont go with the flow, go against it!" &lt;/strong&gt;kasi lahat ng tao makiki in kasi nasa uso. Kaya malamang hindi ka mapapansin. (natural talaga na KSP ang mga Pinoy lahat papatulan para mapansin. (oh wag ng umangal opinyon ko toh, walang pakialamanan) Mabalik tau sa uso, 3 years ago(hindi ko sure ah) na-uso ang Pinoy nurse na indemand sa ibang bansa. Ang daming kumuha ng kursong nursing ngayon hirap makakuha ng trabaho sa ibang bansa, kasi marameng kakumpitensya. Bagsak ng ilan sa kanila Call Center. Yan ang sinasabi ko! Dati maraming IT, ang iba naging obsulete na ang kaalaman, panu naman mabilis nagbabago ang Technology noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabalik tayo sa talento, ewan wala talaga. ay teka meron. Tama meron nga. Mga 9 sa 10 kong nakkapareha sa kama ang nag sabing "SHEEEEEEEET ang sarap mu pare...sige pa ahhhhh!" Ung isa sa kanila komatos ata kaya walang comment. Pede na bang talento un? Naku magagalit si Mokong sakin pag nalaman nya toh. Mokong past nanaman un eh. Ngaun mga 3 na lang kayo. Joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay ang iba gifted talaga, marunng kumanta, umarte, mag sayaw at iba pa. Namakyaw ata ng talento un lang sugapa sila hindi ako tiniran kahit pag sayaw lang. Di bale hindi namn ako nag iisa eh marame ako napapanood sa dos at sa siyete na kapareha ko. Lagi kong tanung "Bakit sila, walang talento pero ang tawag sa kanila artista." well bakit nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway ang pinaka hanga ako sa lahat ay sina Jon Santos, Nanette Imbentor, Tesi Tomas, at si Giselle Sanches they have the talent na kinaiingitan ko, sense of humor na with sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-7570285135681394450?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/7570285135681394450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=7570285135681394450&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/7570285135681394450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/7570285135681394450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/sense-of-humor.html' title='sense of humor na with sense'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5595057788711836654.post-4806141881620091780</id><published>2008-06-17T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T06:58:47.803-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='labor code'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human rights'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call center discrimination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ortigas discrimination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harrasment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discrimination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trans-gender'/><title type='text'>Lantarang Pagyurak sa Karapatang Pantao</title><content type='html'>I have a little understanding about labor code here in the Philippines, but what  I am aware of, is that we don't have anti discrimination for sexual preferences neither the law that prohibits discrimination based on race, gender, religion, age and other characteristics,and this results to companies that doesn't have gay friendly nondiscrimination and anti-harassment policies, like here in the company that I'm currently working for. (ashamed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Just witness an arrant display of discrimination. One "trans-gender" was sent home because she wasn't wearing the proper attire for men which is formal (long sleeves, neck tie) instead she was wearing formal for women,(nice top with mid rib coat, slacks and high heels). What's the difference? I see her as decent Person in her attire. I cant see the logic?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   It's quite disturbing, despite of the "people like us" (3rd sex) are the ones who excel in every fields (entertainment, corporate, sales, business, etc.), still, some people discriminate us. Its excruciating how other people treat us. Us who chose to be different, us who was fighting for acceptance.&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we look at a person as a person regardless of sexual preference, religion, race , and age......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Imagine one day you woke up, and you find out that the world just lost it's beauty and half of its population, that means we all flew to mars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ..."This is a wake up call for employers around the country - without commitments to fairness and equality for all employees they risk losing talented employees and job candidates," [Kevin Cathcart, Executive Director at Lambda Legal] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   This was the first blog I ever posted. When I was working as QA in one of the well known call center in Ortigas that handles Timeshare, that was three years ago if I am not mistaken. I wrote this blog out of anger, after writing it I felt calmness. Indeed writing is one good way of releasing stress or any negative vibs in your system. I'll do this frequently...I'll try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow ako ba ito English...shocks anu to bakit my dugo ung key board.wahhhhhhhhhhhhh...nagdugo ilong ko...packers!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5595057788711836654-4806141881620091780?l=buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/feeds/4806141881620091780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5595057788711836654&amp;postID=4806141881620091780&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/4806141881620091780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5595057788711836654/posts/default/4806141881620091780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://buhaynipopoy.blogspot.com/2008/06/lantarang-pagyurak-sa-karapatang-pantao.html' title='Lantarang Pagyurak sa Karapatang Pantao'/><author><name>Dudong</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17175638421953101949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JVdOQlhnju8/SFiWY0pfvhI/AAAAAAAAAAU/bi--WTI_l8s/S220/IMG_4257.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
