<?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-12345717</id><updated>2011-08-09T19:13:40.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the moment my thoughts wander off into space...</title><subtitle type='html'>geLa | 05er | babaeng bakLa | gurlalush | kalog | opinionated | frank | open-minded | frustrated drummer | frustrated singer | frustrated. (period)^_^ | somewhere in between liberated and conservative | loves sensible conversations | lives by the motto "masama talaga ako..ayoko lang aminin" [[harhar ^_^]] | usually processes random thoughts | over-analyzes random thoughts | writes down over-analyzed random thoughts at www.geLaAn05meLaCar.blogspot.com | geLaAn05_meLaCar |</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-115737477052891067</id><published>2006-09-04T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T20:59:30.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just my luck</title><content type='html'>uhm wala lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;nakita ko lang naman c japs cuan sa building namin knina.&lt;br /&gt;yun lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xeeeeeeeeeet!!!!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;ohmyohmyohmyohmyohmyohmy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;oo na, adik mode na kung adik mode.&lt;br /&gt;ganyang tlga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akalain mo ba naman, parang kelan ko lang winish na sana makita ko in person c japs cuan.&lt;br /&gt;ok na sakin kahit saang parte ng campus.&lt;br /&gt;kahit malayuan pa.&lt;br /&gt;kahit mabilis lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh kanina ba naman...&lt;br /&gt;well, well, well...&lt;br /&gt;sa building pa namin?!&lt;br /&gt;ng malapitan?!&lt;br /&gt;ng matagal?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i lucky, or what?! ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay nku, talk about tachycardia... ^_~ hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe wala lang...actually c iris ung unang nakakita na paakyat xa ng stairs ng mag-isa. tapos sabay harap sakin ni iris at parang hysterical na bumubulong ng "C JAPS! C JAPS! C JAPS!"&lt;br /&gt;ako naman tong c lip read...bago pa mag sink in yung na lip read ko, eh nakita ko na c japs like one meter away from me na. my facial expression must have looked hilarious--tipong shocked na nakasmile na hindi maintindihan...hehe parang dumbfounded na ewan. i cant even remember kung nasarado ko ung bibig ko..or if i just kept staring...hehe wala lang...natatawa nalang ako ngaun habang cnusulat ko to... ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3 &lt;3 &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;funny thing pa, nung friday, pinapag-usapan namin na ang common denominator ng mga crushes ko ay ang pagiging kalbo, *pero c japs parin ang ultimate kalbo para sakin hahaha ^_^* tapos nung pinpanood ko na ung game ng uste nung sunday, aba aba aba...lo and behold... almost lahat na cla sa team ay kalbo....anubehhhhh.... ^_~ hahaha sobrang adik mode na tlga ako...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-115737477052891067?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/115737477052891067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=115737477052891067&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/115737477052891067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/115737477052891067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2006/09/just-my-luck.html' title='just my luck'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-115725710019432656</id><published>2006-09-03T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T12:18:20.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thoughts...</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i bought the march 2006 issue of marie claire and this passage from the book called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"The Feminine Mystique"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;by Betty Friedman caught my eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A woman today who has no goal, no purpose, no ambition patterning her days into the future, making her stretch and grow beyond that small score of years in which her body can fill its biological function, is committing a kind of suicide."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-115725710019432656?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/115725710019432656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=115725710019432656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/115725710019432656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/115725710019432656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2006/09/thoughts.html' title='thoughts...'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-115725598880245345</id><published>2006-09-03T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T11:59:48.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>september.day.out.with.tin.</title><content type='html'>bonding moment namin ni &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;kristine anne *sikik* pleta del rosario &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kahapon sa ayala. start pa lang ng day eh mejo nawiwindang na kami dahil sa mga bloopers na nagcmula ng araw namin. ^_~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. nilampasan xa ng trike na dapat sasakyan namin kaya...&lt;br /&gt;2. bumaba ako ng trike para hanap na lang kami ng iba para sabay na kami pumunta sa sakayang ng shuttle na...&lt;br /&gt;3. dapat ay nasa russia pero wala na sila sa dapat nilang parkingan kaya pumunta nalang kami sa isa pang sakayan ng shuttle na nasa egypt na...&lt;br /&gt;4. wala din sa dapat nilang parkingan...(where the hell are they?!)...kaya sa smbic na lang kami nagpahatid kay manong driver ng trike na...&lt;br /&gt;5. sumingil ng P60 para sa trike fare namin...(kurakot ka, manong)...&lt;br /&gt;...at nakarating na nga kami sa la salle kung san sumakay kami ng...&lt;br /&gt;6. lrt na walang aircon...&lt;br /&gt;...kaya lumipat kami ng next train. tas ayun nakarating din kami ng ayala...&lt;br /&gt;7. matapos kaming mapagtatapakan sa paa ng mga malalaking mamang nagsusumiksik sa mrt. (ewan naka-combat boots pa yata cla..ansakit eh ... :D)&lt;br /&gt;...tapos dahil wala kaming concrete na plans na gagawin for that day, nagsuggest si tin na magpamanicure. eh d xempre go na go naman ako dun! ^_~ kaya naghanap na kami ng salon. punta kami ng parksquare. hanap. hanap. hanap. xet nakakapagod maghanap ng hindi alam kung san maghahanap kaya pasok ulit kami ng glorietta para maghanap ng giant directory. ung tipong makikita mo ang floor plan ng buong ayala. hanap. hanap. hanap. hanggang nakarating na kami sa may concierge. cge na nga, magtanong na kung nasan ang directory. kaya sabi namin...&lt;br /&gt;"excuse me, san may directory?" tapos ang ginawa nung pinagtanungan namin ay...&lt;br /&gt;8. binigyan kami ng mapa (as in mapa) ng mga ayala malls. kamusta naman un?! ^_^  ung mapa na tipong ginagamit ng mga tourists o ng mga bagong salta sa makati na mga promdi o ng dalawang babaeng naghahanap ng giant directory. (T_T)&lt;br /&gt;...to think na dapat teritoryo namin ang makati dahil ako ay nag grade school sa csa at si tin ay nag preschool-grade school-high school sa csa...kami pa ang gumagamit ng mapa...haha. pero helpful din ang mapa dahil nakita namin ang let's face it salon. at kung san toh dapat hanapin. kaya ayun.nakarating naman kami pero...&lt;br /&gt;9. nasa waiting list nga lang kami dahil maraming babae ang nagpasyang magpaka-vain kasabay namin sa oras na yon.kaya nagdecide kami na maglunch muna kami kasama ang csa friends na naging classmates ko nung grade school na mga high school classmates naman ni tin. mineet namin c pearl, audrey and daniel sa greenbelt. tapos naglunch kami sa bigbuddha. tapos dumating c sarah, then c eve. tapos manonood cla ng the devil wears prada kaya hindi na kami sumama kc napanood na ni tin un movie na un ng twice. at ako naman ay manonood nun kasama ni iris one of these days...kaya bumalik na kami sa let's face it para sa aming uber-girl-bonding-over-manicure-and-pedicure.&lt;br /&gt;10. kaya lang, marami parin ang nagpapaka-vain kaya nasa waiting list parin kami. since wala kaming gagawin for another hour, pupunta nalang kami sa bilihan ng dvds ng one tree hill at prisonbreak. pupunta na sana kami sa bilihan, subalit dahil today is our lucky day, ....&lt;br /&gt;11. closed pala cla pag saturdays. (-_-) anubehhhh..&lt;br /&gt;...looking at the bright side, buti na lang at hindi pa kami nakakasakay ng makati loop service (hehe naaaliw lang ako sa mga aircon na jeep. how cute ^_^) nung 2mawag c tito eric na dad ni tin na nagsabi na closed pala ang tindahan pag saturday..ayan, at least naman hindi na kami nag effort pumunta dun para sa wala...kaya nagchikahan nalang kami habang naghihintay ng turn namin. tas nung turn na namin, may kasabay kami na nagpapa-foot spa. hehe temptation. kaya nagpa-add ako ng foot spa. eh na-tempt din c tin na magpa foot spa. kaya nagpa-add din xa ng foot spa.&lt;br /&gt;*something to be happy about: ang cute nung nail polish ko sa toes. hehe. Chic nail polish in cappuccino shade. ^_~ *&lt;br /&gt;tapos nung isu-scrub na ung paa, lagot na..&lt;br /&gt;12. dahil super lakas ng kiliti ni tin sa paa. tipong nagsheshake na ung inuupuan nia dahil sa kakatawa at naluluha-luha na xa. hehe tipong sweet torture... :D&lt;br /&gt;mga 6:00 na kami natapos sa girl bonding namin. after nun, nagcmba na kami sa greenbelt chapel. parang Christmas na ung aura nung place. i wonder why. actually, &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; were wondering why. pati ung choir, parang choir pag simbang gabi. ganun. ang sarap ng feeling na mag-mass dun..&lt;br /&gt;after ng mass, gala gala na kami kc may sale sa glorietta. kung san san na kami napadpad kakatingin ng kung anu-ano. tapos around 8:30, nagdecide na kami na umuwi dahil parang jelly na ang legs namin at dahil hindi na namin mafeel ang legs namin at dahil parang involuntarily na na naglalakad ang legs namin. tapos pag labas namin para pumunta sa sakayang ng shuttle, ....&lt;br /&gt;13. umuulan...&lt;br /&gt;14. at wala kaming payong...&lt;br /&gt;15. at ang parking ng shuttle ay walang bubong...&lt;br /&gt;kaya lakad kami ulit papunta sa other side na may sakayan pa ng shuttle na nasa covered parking. tapos ayun, sa wakas, nakadating na din kami sa smbic kung san susunduin kami ni tito eric na dad ni tin para ihatid kami pauwi. tapos dapat papasok kami ng sm para lang magcross papunta dun sa usapan na meeting place with tito eric eh ung walang awang manong guard eh ayaw magpapasok kc closed na daw cla. pero may mga tao pa sa loob na hinihintay nilang lumabas. kaya napakaharmless kung papadaanin nia kami. hay nku yang c manong guard tlga, walang habag sa dalawang babaeng inulan ng bloopers nung araw na un. hay naku ka tlga!&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nasundo din naman kami ni tito eric kaya ok na din. tapos nakauwi na ko. tapos nakauwi na din cla. the end. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang, kahit sobrang dami naming bloopers kanina, sobrang naenjoy ko ung lakad namin today. well, lagi naman kcng enjoy pag lakad with tin. at chaka cla momi, alam na nila na late ako makakauwi and ok lang sa kanila as long as they know na im with tin. ayun. ayos nga eh...ngaun college na lang ulit kami nakakalabas ng mejo madalas. kc ang goal namin ay magkaron ng isang day for bonding every month. so far, ok naman..kc dati nung high school, once a year lang kami magkita..every summer lang..hehehe..^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay!!! congratulations pala kay tin dahil may isang great great accomplishment xa today!!! hehehe ^_^ (sikik, hnd ko na ibubulgar. secret nalang natin un..hehehe) iba na tlga pag technologically aware. hehehe ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-115725598880245345?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/115725598880245345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=115725598880245345&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/115725598880245345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/115725598880245345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2006/09/septemberdayoutwithtin.html' title='september.day.out.with.tin.'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-115712796101309682</id><published>2006-09-01T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:26:01.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>jinxed!</title><content type='html'>hay nku naman! na-jinx ko ata ang game nung thursday! geez..&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko go tigers, natalo ang tigers..&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko go japs, puro errors c japs nung crucial minutes..&lt;br /&gt;tsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;from now on, shut up nako.d kc dapat pinapangunahan ang results ng game!hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2202/1042/1600/japs_cuan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2202/1042/320/japs_cuan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..pero cutie parin c japs.hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tapos na ang prelims!&lt;br /&gt;anu?&lt;br /&gt;TAPOS NA ANG PRELIMS!&lt;br /&gt;ha?&lt;br /&gt;TAPOS NA ANG PRELIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIMS!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yahoo ^_~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya kanina eh gumala kami nina austinne, gela, iris, irish, jolo, mj, reg at twila [alphabetical?!:D]&lt;br /&gt;tapos nanood ng movie kasama ung iba pang II-1 na in the mood na magpakabaduy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;tapos parang lahat kme ay may dalang quickly..^_^&lt;br /&gt;super taro ice ung inorder ko. d ko lang malaman kung bakit SUPER ang kailangan ipangalan sa kanya eh wala naman pinagkaiba ang super taro ice sa taro taro special kundi ung honeydew melon pudding. ano ba ang mas matimbang, "special" o "super"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang pag sa friends, cno ang mas matimbang, ang special friend o ang super friend? (ayon kay bob ong, ang 'super friends' daw ay nauso dahil sa mga teenagers ng makabagong panahon. parang ganun. daw. yata.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang pag sa halo-halo. may special halo-halo pero bakit walang super halo-halo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang pag kay superman, bakit hindi nalang cia si specialman? eh special naman c superman dba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ewan. basta ang alam ko, inenjoy ko ang super taro ice. wla nakong reklamo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya lang bakit kaya nauubusan ng ipapangalan ang quickly sa mga taro products nila? dahil ba sa adik na adik ang mga pinoy sa taro? o sadyang masaya lang magpangalan ng produkto na tipong 4-word long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of taro, dba ung mascot na si grimmace ay supposedly nagrerepresent ng taro shake ng mcdo dati?kaya sa mga nagaakalang isang flubber si grimace, eh ayan, alam nio nang mali kayo. aba naman! we learn something new everyday! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o xa, tama na ang usapang "special" at "super". kaya lang naman ako gumawa ng entry ngaun eh dahil gs2 ko ikwnto na gumala kami after ng prelims. ayun.at chaka para sabihing cutie parin c japs after ng game against UP.ayun.lang.^_~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-115712796101309682?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/115712796101309682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=115712796101309682&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/115712796101309682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/115712796101309682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2006/09/jinxed.html' title='jinxed!'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-115683476538613140</id><published>2006-08-29T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T14:59:25.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sweep--forget it ^_~</title><content type='html'>craving for: pretzels choco knots&lt;br /&gt;addicted to: prisonbreak &amp; one tree hill&lt;br /&gt;listening to: be my escape&lt;br /&gt;current high: UAAP season 69 2nd encounter between ADMU and UST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat sa mga panahong ito, eh nagaaral na ako para sa prelims ko na magsstart bukas. eh anong ginagawa ko d2? wala lang... naexcite lang ako magsulat tungkol sa would-have-been sweep ng ateneo na nabreak (nanaman ^_~) ng UST.&lt;br /&gt;[playing in the background: go usteeee! (4x) go go go go! - with matching actions pa yan ha] hahaha...adikmode na naman..&lt;br /&gt;anyway...narealize ko lang na ang saya talaga magbelong sa isang university.&lt;br /&gt;tawag dito: school spirit ^_~&lt;br /&gt;lalo na kung galing kau sa 4 straight losses, ang saya ng feeling ng 3 straight wins...bonus pa,nabreak ang winning streak ng supposedly unbeatable team. goes to show na anything can happen...rarrr.. hahaha adikmode na tlga...&lt;br /&gt;feeling ko, sa sobrang katuwaan at kakaicp ko ng uaap nung sunday, eh nanaginip tuloy ako ng sobrang weird na bagay na related din sa uaap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...sumali daw ako sa isang contest ng hindi nalalaman kung ano ba talaga ung contest na yun. ni hindi ko alam ang title, ang involved, ang dapat gawin at kung anu anu pa. basta wala lang.sumali lang ako. tas nun nasa stage na, chaka lang inunveil ung backdrop kung saan nakasulat ang title ng contest....&lt;strong&gt;"WIN A DATE WITH LINGAOLINGAO"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toink. kamusta naman yun. di ko crush si lingaolingao at mas lalong wala akong pagnanasa (wtf?!) sa kanya. kc naman ang may kasalanan eh ung rezona first day high na laging xa ung finifeature.  sa 22o lang, nung unang nakita ko cia eh natakot ako kc ang laking tao. tapos sa game na unang napanood ko xa, nagkaron xa ng cut sa may mata pero sobrang todo laro pa rin xa with matching pambabalya...wla lang i guess un ung impression na naiwan sakin.  kaya naman nung nakita ko ung rexona uaap icon na xa ung fineature, tas ang sabi pa nia ay isa daw xang brainy high eh wala lang. natawa lang ako. para kasing hindi xa ung tipong ganun. sorry naman at tinypecast ko xa matapos yurakin ang pagkatao. pasenxa na =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maganda cguro ung dream ko kung ang title ng game na cnalihan ko ay...&lt;br /&gt;"win a date with japs cuan"&lt;br /&gt;hahaha adikmode to the extreme... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o xa xa xa...tama na ang daydreaming!&lt;br /&gt;may prelims pa ako tom until fri...&lt;br /&gt;hay... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may game nga pala sa thursday. sana manalo. go tigers! go japs! hehehe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-115683476538613140?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/115683476538613140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=115683476538613140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/115683476538613140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/115683476538613140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweep-forget-it.html' title='the sweep--forget it ^_~'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-115590822843328918</id><published>2006-08-18T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T21:37:08.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SounD`tWipz</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre style="FONT: 11px verdana"&gt;UNWRITTEN+natasha_bedingfield&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="FONT: 11px verdana"&gt;I am unwritten, can't read my mind, I'm undefined&lt;br /&gt;I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand, ending unplanned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I break tradition, sometimes my tries, are outside the lines&lt;br /&gt;We've been conditioned to not make mistakes, but I can't live that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the blank page before you&lt;br /&gt;Open up the dirty window&lt;br /&gt;Let the sun illuminate the words that you can not find&lt;br /&gt;Reaching for something in the distance&lt;br /&gt;So close you can almost taste it&lt;br /&gt;Release your inhibitions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rain on your skin&lt;br /&gt;No one else can feel it for you&lt;br /&gt;Only you can let it in&lt;br /&gt;No one else, no one else&lt;br /&gt;Can speak the words on your lips&lt;br /&gt;Drench yourself in words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Live your life with arms wide open&lt;br /&gt;Today is where your book begins&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;br /&gt;The rest is still unwritten&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-115590822843328918?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/115590822843328918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>soUnD`tWip</title><content type='html'>CLOSE TO THE END&lt;br /&gt;`m0j0fLy`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt being there&lt;br /&gt;have you ever felt the sunshine on your hair&lt;br /&gt;have you been under your skin&lt;br /&gt;have you ever found the beauty from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;like an unfamiliar song&lt;br /&gt;you can hum with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;but you'll never find the words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and i don't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;without you again&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;feeling so close to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have you ever thought of nothing else&lt;br /&gt;as i wake up each day until the mornin' i lay my head on my bed&lt;br /&gt;and as i close my eyes and cling to my pillow&lt;br /&gt;though you're miles away i still wait for the day the would never come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like an unfamiliar song&lt;br /&gt;you can hum with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;but you'll never find the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;without you again&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;feeling so close to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the stars are bound to die&lt;br /&gt;it all makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;i can't take the chance&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to see you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;without you again&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna wake up&lt;br /&gt;feeling so close to the end&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-115193986362435346?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/115193986362435346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is tremendous happiness in making others happy, despite our own situations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;=&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shared grief is half the sorrow, but happiness when shared, is doubled.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-115172319385772622?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/115172319385772622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=115172319385772622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001258/"&gt;Noah&lt;/a&gt;: I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;Young Noah&lt;/a&gt;: Would you just stay with me? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"&gt;Young Allie&lt;/a&gt;: Stay with you? What for? Look at us, we're already fightin' &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;Young Noah&lt;/a&gt;: Well that's what we do, we fight... You tell me when I am being an arrogant son of a bitch and I tell you when you are a pain in the ass. Which you are, 99% of the time. I'm not afraid to hurt your feelings. You have like a 2 second rebound rate, then you're back doing the next pain-in-the-ass thing. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"&gt;Young Allie&lt;/a&gt;: So what? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;Young Noah&lt;/a&gt;: So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard. We're gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, for ever, you and me, every day. Will you do something for me, please? Just picture your life for me? 30 years from now, 40 years from now? What's it look like? If it's with him, go. Go! I lost you once, I think I can do it again. If I thought that's what you really wanted. But don't you take the easy way out. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"&gt;Young Allie&lt;/a&gt;: What easy way? There is no easy way, no matter what I do, somebody gets hurt. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"&gt;Young Noah&lt;/a&gt;: Would you stop thinking about what everyone wants? Stop thinking about what I want, what he wants, what your parents want. What do YOU want? What do you WANT? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"&gt;Young Allie&lt;/a&gt;: It's not that simple.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;But in spite their differences, they had one important thing in common, they were crazy about each other.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001258/"&gt;Noah&lt;/a&gt;: Summer romances begin for all kinds of reasons, but when all is said and done, they have one thing in common. They're shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, fleeting glimpse of eternity, and in a flash they're gone.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A WALK TO REMEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;: You have to promise you won't fall in love with me. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0922342/"&gt;Landon&lt;/a&gt;: That's not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;: It's like the wind. I can't... see it, but I feel it.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0922342/"&gt;Landon&lt;/a&gt;: I'm sorry she never got her miracle. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0001075/"&gt;Reverend Sullivan&lt;/a&gt;: She did. It was you.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;: You don't know the first thing about being someone's friend. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0922342/"&gt;Landon&lt;/a&gt;: I don't want to just be your friend. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;: You don't know what you want. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0922342/"&gt;Landon&lt;/a&gt;: Neither do you. Maybe you're just too scared that someone might actually want to be with you. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/"&gt;Jamie&lt;/a&gt;: And why would that scare me? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0922342/"&gt;Landon&lt;/a&gt;: Because then you wouldn't be able to hide behind your books, or your frickin' telescope, or your faith. No, no, you know the real reason why you're scared? It's cause you wanna be with me too.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005466/"&gt;Kat Stratford&lt;/a&gt;: I hate the way you talk to me, and the way you cut your hair. I hate the way you drive my car. I hate it when you stare. I hate your big dumb combat boots, and the way you read my mind. I hate you so much it makes me sick; it even makes me rhyme. I hate it, I hate the way you're always right. I hate it when you lie. I hate it when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry. I hate it that you're not around, and the fact that you didn't call. But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005466/"&gt;Kat Stratford&lt;/a&gt;: You don't always have to be what they want you to be.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005132/"&gt;Patrick&lt;/a&gt;: Some asshole paid me to take out this really great girl. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005466/"&gt;Kat Stratford&lt;/a&gt;: Is that right? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005132/"&gt;Patrick&lt;/a&gt;: Yeah, but I screwed up. I fell for her.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anyone ever make you feel like you don't deserve what you want.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;100 GIRLS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0006958/"&gt;Matthew&lt;/a&gt;: Without you, I'm as lonely as an abandoned dog on the side of a highway. I have gift anxiety, even through I don't know when your birthday is. We can spend perfect days shopping and cleaning together. I swear, I'll never make wisecracks when you scrape your tires against the curb while parallel parking. If you consent to live with me, I'll clean the toilet every week. I'll do it with my tongue if you ask. I will strike the words "hooters" and "love rockets" from my vocabulary. I'll love you. Even if your name is Mimi and you want me to pronounce it "May May". I will only pass gas underneath the covers and under the direst of circumstances. Hell, I'll go on a low cholesterol diet. And I won't buy one of those red sports cars when I hit my mid-life crisis. Your parents can come visit us every week, even if your mom is a witch with a capital B. And your folks don't have to go to a retirement home because they can come live with us. I declare, I'll separate the whites from the colors and learn the mysteries of hot and cold water washes. I'll never huff and puff while waiting for you to put on my makeup. If you're a cat person, I'll never point out the fact that a dog can save your life from drowning, but a cat can't. I will happily go see chick flicks with you, like "Pride and Prejudice". I'll make a point to trying new food like okra gumbo. I won't curl my nose at vegetables whose awful taste is disguised by having cheese on it. I pledge to always say "yes" when you ask, "Is my hair looking okay tonight?" I'm gonna bring a whole new meaning to the word "cuddle". I'll be thoughtful enough to read your horoscope every day. I'm gonna save every birthday card you send me! And I'll actually write you real letters when we're apart. I'm never gonna expect you to know where I left my car keys, and I'll never leave my socks on the floor. With me, you'll find the cap is always on the toothpaste. I'll start wearing those bikini style underwear if you like. My belly button will always be lint free. I want to full-on kiss your cl*tor`s. It will be the most passionate, intimate experience you've ever had. I declare now, I will give my life for you. And if you fail to come to me, I know some part of me will surely die.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0006958/"&gt;Matthew&lt;/a&gt;: Men have this anti-intimacy force field around them. It is powered by sarcasm, humor, and aversion.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0006958/"&gt;Matthew&lt;/a&gt;: It must have been the cloak of darkness concealing my usual romantic retardation, because that night, I was smart. I was funny. I was invincible.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004825/"&gt;Patty&lt;/a&gt;: There's a certain way a man stares at a woman he loves. The man looks like a boy on his birthday. And he treats the woman as if she were a gift that he's wanted so long to open and now he can't wait to see what the treasure inside is.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0006958/"&gt;Matthew&lt;/a&gt;: There are no clearly defined rules between men and women. So, each side thinks they're playing fair and each side thinks they're being cheated. Maybe, this is why men and women have the innate ability to bring out the poison in one another.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13 GOING ON 30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004950/"&gt;Jenna&lt;/a&gt;: You want to know a secret? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0749263/"&gt;Matt&lt;/a&gt;: Yeah. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0004950/"&gt;Jenna&lt;/a&gt;: You're the sweetest guy I've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;I think all of us - want to feel something that we've forgotten or turned our backs on because maybe we didn't realize how much we were leaving behind. We need to remember what used to be good. If we don't, we won't recognize it even if it hits us between the eyes.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPTOWN GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0266824/"&gt;Ray&lt;/a&gt;: Every story has an end. But in life, every ending is just a new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0266824/"&gt;Ray&lt;/a&gt;: Some fairy tales are true, most of these stories-- we make up to help us deal with real life, it all depends on your point of view&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FORCES OF NATURE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000255/"&gt;Ben Holmes&lt;/a&gt;: Bridge, ya know, I mean, what I always thought was that there was this one, one perfect person for everybody in the world, you know, and when you found that person, uh, the rest of the world just kinda magically faded away and... and you know, the two of you would just be inside this kind of protective bubble. But there is no bubble, or if there is, we have to make it. I just think life is more than a series of moments, you know, it's... it's... we can make choices and we can choose to protect the people we love and that's what makes us who we are, and those are the real miracles! Stop me when it becomes glaringly obvious that I have no idea what I am talking about...&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000255/"&gt;Ben Holmes&lt;/a&gt;: Sometimes the people we meet change us forever.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET HOME ALABAMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000702/"&gt;Melanie Carmichael&lt;/a&gt;: The truth is I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart, and I never really got it back.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WIN A DATE WITH TAD HAMILTON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0333410/"&gt;Pete&lt;/a&gt;: [to Tad] Like do you know she has six smiles? One when something really makes her laugh. One when she's making plans. One when she is laughing out of politeness. One when she is uncomfortable. One when she is making fun of herself. And one when... she's talking about her friends.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0098378/"&gt;Rosalee&lt;/a&gt;: You have five smiles Pete. One when you think someone is an idiot. One when you think someone's REALLY an idiot. One when you're singing to Barry White. One when you're getting all dressed up. And one when you're looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1063517/"&gt;Angelica&lt;/a&gt;: Well, love you get over in two months, big love you get over in two years, and great love, well great love... changes your life. So which one is it?&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0098378/"&gt;Rosalee&lt;/a&gt;: (to Tad) Do you think it is possible to love someone your entire life and never realize it?&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0098378/"&gt;Rosalee&lt;/a&gt;: What did you want to ask me? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0333410/"&gt;Pete&lt;/a&gt;: Oh it was nothing, it was nothing really. No, wait a minute, I remember what I was going to say. (Pete kisses Rosie) Rosie, I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0333410/"&gt;Pete&lt;/a&gt;: [kisses Rosie] I love you, Rosie. I *always* have. If I've been a jerk this last week, it's because I've been fighting - I've been fighting for you. I don't want to lose you to Tad Hamilton, or anyone else. You're the one.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHASING LIBERTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ben: So, you have a little thing for me? Anna: No. A big thing.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;Anna: Ben. Can you ever just say what you really feel? Ben: Ok, alright! Because I'm jealous as hell. Because I'd hate to see you with Gus because I'd hate to see you with any other man. Because not only did I adore kissing you in Venice, but also because I'm so un-bloody-hinged just being near you.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0328828/"&gt;Ben Calder&lt;/a&gt;: So if you're scared, why do it? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0601553/"&gt;Anna Foster&lt;/a&gt;: Because the things you're scared of are usually the most worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CRAZY/BEAUTIFUL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000379/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;: There are millions of people in this world. But in the end, it all comes down to one.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000379/"&gt;Nicole&lt;/a&gt;: You can be anywhere when your life begins. When the future opens up in front of you. And you may not even realize it at first, but it's already happening.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A CINDERELLA STORY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0240381/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt;: Waiting for you is like waiting for rain in this drought, useless and disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0399531/"&gt;Sam's Dad&lt;/a&gt;: Never let the fear of striking out, keep you from playing the game.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT A GIRL WANTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1268888/"&gt;Ian&lt;/a&gt;: Why are trying so hard to fit in when you are born to stand out?&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SWEET NOVEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000234/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;: What are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000206/"&gt;Nelson Moss&lt;/a&gt;: Buying redemption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000234/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;: Redemption's not for sale today.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000234/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;: You know, he asked me to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0005042/"&gt;Chaz&lt;/a&gt;: He's not the first...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000234/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;: No, but it was the first time I wanted to say "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000206/"&gt;Nelson&lt;/a&gt;: November is all I know, and all I ever wanna know.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000206/"&gt;Nelson&lt;/a&gt;: You defy every law of nature I've ever known..&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000206/"&gt;Nelson&lt;/a&gt;: This is it, life will never be better, or sweeter than this.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF ONLY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loved her like there was no tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERENDIPITY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can Once In A Lifetime Happen Twice?&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;: This is the ultimate blend to drink. How'd you find this place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000295/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;: I first came in because of the name: Serendipity. It's one of my favorite words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;: It is? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000295/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;: It's such a nice sounding word for what it means: a fortunate accident.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;: So are you gonna meet your boyfriend now or what? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000295/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;: No, I think he's out probably doing what you're doing. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;: Getting a crush on somebody else's girlfriend? No, I'm sorry, I just meant I had a really nice time. You know, maybe you should give me your phone number. Just in case. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000295/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;: In case of what? &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;: In case of life. I just had a really great time and for all we know I wouldn't be able to find you again. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000295/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;: Well, if we're meant to meet again, we'll meet again. it's just not the right time now. &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;: Maybe we're supposed to meet on British time and we're five hours too early.&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000131/"&gt;Jonathan&lt;/a&gt;: Maybe the absence of signs is a sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-115053643798330801?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/115053643798330801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>soUnD`tWip</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I DONT WANNA MISS A THING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Aerosmith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The sweetest dream will never doI'd still miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lying close to you feeling your heart beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Then I kiss your eyes and thank God we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And I just wanna stay with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In this moment forever, forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Cause I'd miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'd still miss you, baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-114701846179856833</id><published>2006-05-08T00:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T00:15:16.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love story sana ng buhay ko (part 2)</title><content type='html'>“of course I’m ok! What made you think I’m not ok?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit…taray effect pa ang loka…kaw na nga tong napahiya…syempre lumulusot lang. Tapos sabay bawi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ I was just practicing my moves…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiyaaaak anubang pinagsasasabi ko? Shaddap na nga! Para akong manang na pinaglumaan ng panahon na humugot ng joke sa mahiwagang baul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oh ok… ok lang ba kung makishare ako ng table? Jam-packed na naman tong mcdo as usual, lalo na ngaun na umuulan…kung ok lang naman…at kung di ako makakastorbo sa pagpapractice mo…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gagong toh…nakuha pang mang-loko cia na nga tong humihingi ng favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“uhhh…aahh…hehe…sure.” Sana naman lumawak ang vocabulary ko at hindi lang 4-letter utterances ang kaya kong sabihin sa panahon ngaun. “uhm…I was just kidding about practicing my moves…” sabay kamot ng ulo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“uh.. oo naman…nakiki-ride lang ako.” Sabay *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huwaaaaaw wink ba yun?! Hahahaha…shit para na naman akong 40-year old manang na nagkaron ng unang manliligaw…hahaha kadiri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan na nga..so kumakain na kami— in complete silence, take note…at nakita ko na lang na may sinusulat cia sa tissue paper. Naalala ko tuloy na hindi pala ako binigyan ng tissue nung not-enough-vitamins na babae dun sa counter. Hay nku…ma-husgahan na nga tong hot chocolate ko. xiempre pa-demure. Dahan dahan kukunin ang styro cup. Dahan dahang ilalapit sa lips. Konting higop. Mmm— Shit ang init pala. Dapat kasi binibigyang pansin ang CAUTION: Hot Chocolate served hot. Ops..bawal wa-poise. Dahan dahang ibababa ang styro cup. Smile. Arayarayaray! Napaso ang dila ko. Smile parin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At natapos ka na nga sa pagsusulat sa tissue. Sisilip sana ako kaso bigla ka naman tumingin sakin, dahan dahang inabot ang tissue at sinabi, “peace na tayo ha.” Aba ok din pala ang loko. May peace offering pang nalalaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan ko nga kung ano nakasulat. Aba drawing! Drawing ng babae! Drawing ng babaeng basa ang buhok! Drawing ng babaeng basa ang buhok at may umaagos na mascara sa cheeks! Wow men…ang bait mo chong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*titingin ng masama. Masamang masama na parang nagsasabi, ano gusto mo, sapakan na lang?!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ako nga pala si Will. Taga-fine arts ako.”&lt;br /&gt;“Ah..ako si Melai. Ang galing mo magdrawing ng portrait pero parang gusto mo madala sa ICU… Taga College of Nursing nga pala ako.”&lt;br /&gt;“Joke lang ha. Loko-loko lang talaga ako. Ui basang-basa ka ah. May towel at extra shirt ako dito. Gamitin mo muna.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi wag na.” *Achoo!* wow ang bait. Cge na, konting pilit pa, papatulan ko offer mo. Gusto ko ngang magtuyo eh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Cge na gamitin mo na. Sinisipon ka na o. Baka lagnatin ka pa nyan. Isipin mo na lang na eto na lang ang totoong peace-offering ko at chaka pa-thank you dahil pinashare mo ko sa table. Balik mo na lang pag nagkita tayo sa campus.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ganun? Cge na nga. May mga loko-lokong mababait din pala. Thank you ah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matapos ko magpalit ng shirt, magtanggal ng make-up, magsuklay ng buhok at mag-retouch ng “effortless” make-up ay lumabas na ako ng CR, umupo sa opposite side ng table at nag-thank you ulit sa kabaitan mo. At doon nagsimula ang kwentuhang makulit. Ang daldal mo rin pala. Parang hindi ka naubusan ng kwento ah. Ayon…kwentu-kwentuhan hanggang sa hindi ko namalayan na umonti na pala ang tao kasi tumila na ang ulan at – ay nakupu! Madilim na pala…akalain mong 3 hours na pala kitang kausap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ui, gabi na pala. Una na ako ha. Baka kasi bumuhos ulit ang ulan eh wala akong dalang payong. Baka hindi na ko swertehin na maka-meet ng magpapahiram ulit sakin ng towel at extra shirt.” Smile. Oo na… pacute na smile un.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“oonga noh. Late na. cge uwi na rin ako.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lakad sa may pinto*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you nga pala ulit sa shirt at towel ha. At least makakauwi ako ng tuyo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No problem. Thank you rin sa table. At least hindi ako kumain ng nakatayo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ok. Cge una na ko.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ok. Bye.”&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula na akong lumakad papunta sa teminal ng fx sa pedro gil at nang huminto ako sa kanto para tumawid, aba, huminto ka rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“tawid ka din?”&lt;br /&gt;“oo. Andun ung sakayan pauwi samin eh.”&lt;br /&gt;“ah…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos nag-green na ung signal na pwede na tumawid…eh d tawid naman tau. Pagdating sa other side, sabi ko,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hehe. Ok. Cge. Bye ulit.”&lt;br /&gt;“hehe. Bye ulit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos naglakad na ako papunta sa terminal ng fx sa tabi ng 7-eleven na derecho sa better living. Mag-uumpisa na sana akong mag-daydream nang nakita ko na naman ang shadow mo na nakasunod sakin, mga 4 steps away lang. Halah…stalker ata tong nakausap ko ng 3 oras. Bat sinusundan pa rin ako?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Melai!” May tumawag sa pangalan ko. Cia un.cia un. D ko alam kung tatakbo ba ako o magkukunwaring d kita narinig.&lt;br /&gt;“Melai, Melai!” cge na lingon na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“o, bakit? Anong nakalimutan mo? Bat moko sinusundan?”&lt;br /&gt;“san ka ba sumasakay?”&lt;br /&gt;“dito.” Sabay turo sa mahabang pila ng mga taong taga-better living.&lt;br /&gt;“talaga?!”&lt;br /&gt;“oo. Ikaw?”&lt;br /&gt;“dito din.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hindi nga?!”&lt;br /&gt;“taga-better ka?”&lt;br /&gt;“oo.”&lt;br /&gt;“hindi nga?!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tingnan mo nga naman ang tadhana…ang lakas mang-trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—TO BE CONTINUED—&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-114701846179856833?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/114701846179856833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=114701846179856833&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/114701846179856833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/114701846179856833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-story-sana-ng-buhay-ko-part-2.html' title='love story sana ng buhay ko (part 2)'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-114688555649582637</id><published>2006-05-06T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:36:43.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Promise of the Waves</title><content type='html'>=============&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had a string of questions at the back of my mind. &lt;em&gt;Will I ever find the one? If I do find the one, what’s it going to be like?&lt;/em&gt; In my almost two decades of living, I have developed an uncanny habit of asking myself, ‘Is he the one who’ll sweep me off my feet?’ everytime I get close to someone. Later on, I realized that a search without direction—without knowing who or what I was looking for— is useless, not to mention, tiring. Down the road, I am bound to lose hope and to get sucked into the kind of romance that was never meant to last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I stopped looking—and started living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was then that I found you. You have all the answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are the answer&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;=============&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the first time the waves ever touched the shoreline? I was deep in thought as I sat there quietly, in the sunrise, watching the waves return to shore— my feet just barely touching the cool water, my hands sifting through the fine, white sand, and my thoughts traveling back to when we first met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing moment, I realize that I’ve ventured into the unknown—I have fallen in love with you. It didn’t happen overnight neither did I expect anything to happen at all. At times, I was surprised to see you there, nonetheless I was thankful that I have someone to share a sensible conversation with. Sharing your passions seemed like the most natural thing—as if each word was destined to be spoken… each thought meant to be made known… and its reality, designed to be shared by two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spoke your mind, I was captivated by your depth and substance. You laughed, I was enchanted by your wit and easy-going nature. You listened, I was enthralled by your genuine interest. You touch a part of my soul that no one has ever touched—no one dared to even come close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were different. I knew from the time we had our first conversation. No, actually, you seemed just like everyone else yet you were refreshingly different. You had an air of mystery. Maybe that’s what I found so charming about you. So, what started out as a few minutes of casual banter turned out into lengthy hours of meaningful soul-baring. The anticipation of our rendezvous was enough to make me giddy all day. Yeah, you sure did have an effect on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re sometimes opinionated, you’re always competitive and you never let a debatable issue slip. Knowing these things and knowing myself, I should have started retreating from you because it won’t take a genius to figure out that such similar personalities would definitely clash. I should have just retreated but I didn’t. I was challenged. I believe you were, too. We’re both opinionated. We’re both competitive. We both love a good debate. That was what made our conversations so out of the ordinary...Uhm, and yeah, we also both love to laugh a lot. I think that’s why we’re able to stand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘We already have too much in common,’ you once said after learning yet another peculiar similarity about us. Could it be possible that you’re the male version of myself and I, the female version of yourself?! This was enough to send us both in fits of hysterical laughter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a word-weaver. It was then that I discovered a different side of you. A writer who thinks he was born several centuries too late. One who identifies with the knights and paladins of the old world. One who believes in modern gallantry, pride and honor. You are an artist who weaves strings of words into entrancing masterpieces that embody pure and untainted emotions. It’s such a shame that most of your pieces soon end in a heart-wrenching tragedy despite starting out in blissful romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read quite a few of your works and I was so curious why they always end in a tragedy. So, I was once tempted to ask you if you still believed in a happy ending… or if you already had a happy ending… or if you even &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; a happy ending of your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to ask you but I decided against it, knowing that I can never stop blabbering once I started. I was afraid you’ll say that no, you don’t believe in a happy ending anymore because you’ve had more that your fair share of heartbreaks and misfortunes. And if ever you said yes to the possibility of a happy ending, I was afraid you’ll say that someone already has taken hold of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind was flooding with too much emotions— pouring slowly but steadily like a crack in a dam. Better deal with these questions some other time. I wasn’t thinking straight when the walls of my dam suddenly gave way to the building pressure and I heard myself say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don’t you want your own happy ending? I mean, haven’t you had your own happy ending? Or, uhhmm…do you think you’ll ever find the one you want to share your happy ending with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There—I blurted it all out almost breathlessly, silently cursing myself for digging up my own grave while desperately trying to appear nonchalant. Too late to take it back now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh good. You didn’t hear a thing I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You’re asking me if I want my own happy ending?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shit. I thought I was safe.&lt;br /&gt;Silence. I can’t bring myself to talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Yeah. Of course I do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relief washed over me as I realize that you haven’t been hardened by your past.&lt;br /&gt;Silence. Then I heard you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were also asking me if I already had a happy ending."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I risked a glance toward your face, trying to find answers when I heard you speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uhh… no, not really. I don’t think so."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence. Unsure of what to do, I nodded and played with the unraveled hem of my shirt. More awkward silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And…you also asked if I have found the one I want to share my happy ending with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here goes my do or die question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah…"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so it all ends here, I thought bitterly. Someone already has his heart.&lt;br /&gt;Without missing a beat, you took my hand, looked deeply into my eyes and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"…with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My insides felt like they’re doing flip-flops of joy.&lt;br /&gt;And then, my eyes blurred with tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life, one that had once been drab, now holds a promise of hope – a spark that assures a life that would never ever be ordinary again, now that I have you in my life. Much the same way as the promise made by the waves as they eagerly rush back to embrace the shore…a pledge made by the seas that the shoreline shall never run dry for all eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each passing moment, I realize that I’ve ventured deeper into the unknown—I have fallen in love with you and you have fallen in love with me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-114688555649582637?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/114688555649582637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=114688555649582637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/114688555649582637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/114688555649582637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2006/05/promise-of-waves.html' title='The Promise of the Waves'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113540052158774940</id><published>2005-12-24T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:02:01.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>there would be times that you would just want to melt...</title><content type='html'>Boy: Do I ever cross your mind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Do you like me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Do you want me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Would you cry if I left?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Would you live for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: Would you do anything for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: No way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy: What would you choose: your&lt;br /&gt;life..or me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl: My life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Boy runs away in shock and pain&lt;br /&gt;and the girl runs after him and says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason you never cross my mind is&lt;br /&gt;because you're always on my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I don't like you is &lt;br /&gt;because I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I don't want you is&lt;br /&gt;because I need you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I wouldn't cry if you left is &lt;br /&gt;because I would die if youleft. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I wouldn't live for you is&lt;br /&gt;because I would die for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I'm not willing to do you anything for you is &lt;br /&gt;because I would do everything for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I chose my life is&lt;br /&gt;because you ARE my LIFE.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;..times like this..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-113540052158774940?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/113540052158774940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=113540052158774940&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113540052158774940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113540052158774940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/12/there-would-be-times-that-you-would.html' title='there would be times that you would just want to melt...'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113517730251243290</id><published>2005-12-21T22:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:01:42.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sound^twipz SOMEBODY-jiNky vIdaL</title><content type='html'>I want somebody to share&lt;br /&gt;Share the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Share my innermost thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Know my intimate details&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;And give me support&lt;br /&gt;And in return&lt;br /&gt;he'll get my support&lt;br /&gt;he will listen to me &lt;br /&gt;When I want to speak&lt;br /&gt;About the world we live in&lt;br /&gt;And life in general&lt;br /&gt;Though my views may be wrong&lt;br /&gt;They may even be perverted&lt;br /&gt;he'll hear me out&lt;br /&gt;And won't easily be converted&lt;br /&gt;To my way of thinking &lt;br /&gt;In fact he'll often disagree&lt;br /&gt;But at the end of it all&lt;br /&gt;he will understand me&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody who cares&lt;br /&gt;For me passionately&lt;br /&gt;With every thought and&lt;br /&gt;With every breath&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll help me see things &lt;br /&gt;In a different light&lt;br /&gt;All the things I detest&lt;br /&gt;I will almost like &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be tied&lt;br /&gt;To anyone's strings&lt;br /&gt;I'm carefully trying to steer clear of&lt;br /&gt;Those things&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;I want somebody&lt;br /&gt;Who will put their arms around me &lt;br /&gt;And kiss me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;Though things like this&lt;br /&gt;Make me sick&lt;br /&gt;In a case like this &lt;br /&gt;I'll get away with it&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-113517730251243290?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/113517730251243290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=113517730251243290&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113517730251243290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113517730251243290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/12/soundtwipz-somebody-jinky-vidal.html' title='sound^twipz SOMEBODY-jiNky vIdaL'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113517175370333760</id><published>2005-12-21T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:40:52.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paskuhan'05 ng uste</title><content type='html'>“Magkahawak ang ating kamay at walang kamalay-malay…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan ang isang strinking na linya ng kanta huling el bimbo na kinanta ng join the club kahapon sa paskuhan ’05 ng uste…baket striking?… kc..may naalala ako bigla…ano ung naalala ko?….sikreto!…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay naku sa wakas tapos na din ang monthly exams…tapos na ang puyatan, tapos na ang mahahabang handouts na dapat basahin, tapos na ang reviewer sa yellow pad na kelangan sulatin, tapos na ang pagshasharpen ng Mongol No. 1 pencil, tapos na ang madugong pagshe-shade ng A,B,C,D, tapos na…tapos na tapos clang lahat….for the mean time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After naman ng exam eh may naghihintay na reward samin..[hmm, reward nga ba?] nag Christmas party kame from 1 to 3 [gosh ang haba ng xmas party…] sayang nga lang, hindi kame kumpleto kc may mga iba na na umuwi sa mga probinsya nila..tapos c mam peña din wla dun sa xmas party…tapos dahil sa wala na kaming magawa nila dm,irish at jed ay tumambay na lang kami sa lovers lane kung san naghulaan na lang ng meaning ng SMP—ang club na itinatag ni dm para sa mga loveless…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meaning ng SMP ayon kay gela:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“sana may papa”&lt;/b&gt; [xempre pag loveless, kadalasan ang iwiwish ay sana may papa dba?harhar] ops mali. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"sawing mga puso”&lt;/b&gt; [eh ano pa nga ba ang iicipin mo pag loveless, dba?eh d xempre nasawi ang mga puso] ops mali paren. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“SuperMan Pakita ka na”&lt;/b&gt; [pag loveless, ang dream guy mo eh mala-super hero dba?] mali parin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“sumpain mga pogi”&lt;/b&gt; [eto ay applicable lamang pag ang kasawian mo ay dahil sa unrequited love para isang poging papa..nyahaha] pero mali parin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“sumpain mga panget”&lt;/b&gt; [eto ang isa pang version ng naunang meaning ng SMP..panget na nga, hindi ka pa pinatulan..the nerve! Hahaha joke lang ^_^]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“shux, my puso”&lt;/b&gt; [xempre pag heartbroken/loveless, ang drama ng karamihan ay mending a broken heart..at xempre pag ganun, ang masasabi mo na lang ay: shux, my puso…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“sabit mga papa”&lt;/b&gt; [hahaha desperado na toh..tipong mass recruitment na ng fafable guys…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“saging may puso”&lt;/b&gt; [wala lang. Nakakita lang ako ng puno na may dahon na parang kamukha ng dahon ng puno ng saging ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;***GELA’S NOTE&lt;/b&gt;: hindi po kami adik sa mga papa [hahaha kinikilabutan ako pag tinatawag kong papa ang mga guys.. parang ang bading ng dating]…nagkataon lang na sadyang nagpapalipas kami ng oras bago magstart ang programs ng paskuhan at nagkataon pa na nandun kami sa lovers lane kung saan maraming…uhm..lovers…[ano pa nga ba?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subalit sa kasawiang palad, lahat ng mga hula ko ay puro mali…&lt;br /&gt;ang totoong meaning pala ng SMP ayon kay dm ay “samahan ng malalamig ang pasko”&lt;br /&gt;wahekhek…pag wala nga naman magawa, maraming naiicp…^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nga pala, may fireworks nung paskuhan. ten minutes din yata yun..ayun ang ganda ganda..dun pala pumupunta ang tuition namin..hehe joke lang..anyway, andun kami sa grandstand, nakaupo/nakahiga sa mga nakalatag na dyaryo sa field..ang ganda ng sky. ang sarap maging tomasino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;merry christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-113517175370333760?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/113517175370333760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=113517175370333760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113517175370333760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113517175370333760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/12/paskuhan05-ng-uste.html' title='paskuhan&apos;05 ng uste'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113517156467855634</id><published>2005-12-21T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:23:31.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in between fireworks and tears</title><content type='html'>You were just there, anchored. I felt awkward, embarrassed and tensed in being allowed to feel the warmth of your presence. I didn’t feel bad, but rather stupidly convinced that you want to be there too—-with me. Stupidly convinced, though. You were just there, anchored in a tight embrace; anchored—-to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbyes insisted the reality of my situation. It would be alright, I encouraged myself. It would be ok…even if it wouldn’t, because inside, I was dying a slow, painful death. Seeing your arms encircled around her, enveloping her in assurance I could only hope to feel from you, as she rested her head in your chest, feeling the rhythm of your heartbeat—-the heart that beats only for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation couldn’t be any more perfect. Staring at the stars that dotted the perfectly clear sky. That light kiss that landed on her eyes just as the fireworks began. Watching in silence, watching in awe as the colors showered upon your hushed stance. The situation can’t be any more perfect—-for you…and her. But it could only be so painfully wrong for my bruised heart. Not bruised—battered and beaten is more like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The burst of colors from the fireworks resembled my heart—-for a moment it seemed undisturbed, the next moment, it was breaking into hundreds of little sparks…only, these sparks were like shards of broken glass puncturing my insides, making me feel numb all over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too numb to feel the stinging in my eyes as tears wanted so much to flow freely—-as if it’s the only way to relieve myself of the hurt brought by the testimony to the love I have just witnessed. A testimony of &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; love…for her. A love &lt;i&gt;only&lt;/i&gt; for her. A love I could only &lt;i&gt;hope&lt;/i&gt; for. A love I could only hope for in a million years—-and still remain the way it is now. Love from you…to her. Love that my heart was not meant to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘You’re happy. It’s all that matters’…I won’t be saying that now…not any time soon. At least not yet. Maybe when I’m ready, I’ll be able to say those words without feeling a tinge of bitterness and jealousy. But now, I can’t pretend that my heart is fine after receiving a shower of shards of broken glass, nor am I going to pretend that I have forgotten about this night. Because I haven’t—-maybe I won’t. Because last night was the fateful night when I realized that I had feelings for you. I can’t pretend I don’t love you. Because I do. I really do.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, maybe you’ve taught me love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I’ll learn to say goodbye to a love that was never meant to be and was never mine to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-113517156467855634?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/113517156467855634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=113517156467855634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113517156467855634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113517156467855634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/12/in-between-fireworks-and-tears.html' title='in between fireworks and tears'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113517126131116047</id><published>2005-12-21T21:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T21:21:01.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dalawampung Hakbang sa Dambana</title><content type='html'>-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;read now, react later&lt;br /&gt;-gela&lt;br /&gt;**wala akong kinalaman dito, at lalong wala pa akong balak magpakasal ngaun..**toink**&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dalawampung Hakbang sa Dambana&lt;br /&gt;Contributed by redrope (Edited by blue_kuko)   &lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, November 16, 2005 @ 12:00:24 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa... Dalawa… Tatlo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong gasgas na ang linyang ito pero anu’t ano pa, hayaan mong sabihin kong walang anumang salita mula sa kahit ano pang lenguahe ang magbibigay kahulugan sa pakiramdam ko ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikakasal ka na. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula sa kinalalagyan ko, habang dahan dahan mong binabaybay ang gitna ng simbahan, hindi ko mapigilang lumuha ng maliliit na patak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ba talaga yan? Makailang pikit na ang ginawa ko, tinatanong ang sarili kung ikaw nga ba ang babaing nasa traje de boda. At kahit anong pikit ang gawin ko, ikaw nga iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang kailan lang, kalaro kita kasama ang ibang bata. Alam ko pa ang itsura mo noon; tisay pero bulok ang ipin, naka-ponytail ka na palagi noon pa, at chubby. Bibo kang kalaro sa piko, pero kapag pikon ka na sa pang-aasar nila dahil sa lagi kang natutumba pag isang paa na lang ang gamit sa number 3 o kaya 4 na box sa piko, sa akin ka iiyak at aawayin ko sila. Madalas nila tayo tuksuhin pero wala lang sa iyo yon. Natutuwa naman ako noon dahil sa akin ka lumalapit. Para sa akin, ikaw na ang bestfriend ko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apat… Lima... Anim… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binibilang ko ang mga hakbang mo sa altar. Ilang segundo na lang ay hindi ka na single. Masaya ka kaya habang naglalakad? May luha ka din sa mata, nakikita ko. Pero ang tanong na bumabalot sa isip ko ay kung luha ba yan ng kagalakan o kalungkutan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kita naging kaklase sa grade school. Palibhasa palagi kang nasa star section. Sa service lang kita nakakasabay, at habang kumakain tayo ng cotton candy ay nagkukuwentuhan tayo tungkol sa mga nangyari sa araw natin sa school. At alam ko, nalulungkot ka noon kapag bababa na ako sa bahay namin. Magba-bye ako sayo habang aandar ang service at magtititigan tayo. Close tayo noong elementary. Ako ang bestfriend mong lalaki at ikaw naman ang tangi kong bestfriend na babae. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pito... Walo... Siyam… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal na mahal kita. At habang pinagmamasdan kita sa maganda mong gown ay parang natutunaw ako sa kinalalagyan ko. Nasa kalagitnaan ka na at maya maya pa ay magsisimula na ang seremonya. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-high school tayo sa parehong school at sa kabutihang palad ay ka-section kita. Lalo pa tayong naging close kahit pa parating magkaaway ang mga barkada mong babae at ang mga barkada kong lalaki. Pero di gaya noong mga bata pa tayo, sa iba ka na tinutukso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sampu… Labing-isa… Labing-dalawa… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pakiramdam ko, palakas nang palakas ang tugtog ng kasal habang papalapit ka sa altar. Nakangiti ka at kung minsa’y naititingin mo ang mata mo sa ibang taong nagagalak habang pinagmamasdan ka. Nasa sa iyo lahat ng atensyon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon ka na ng maraming boyfriend. Ako namam ay umasa lamang na maibig mo. Wala akong naging ibang inalayan ng pagmamahal kundi ikaw. At tuwing pinapaiyak ka ng mga magagaling mong ex, telepono ko ang kumikiriring. Kaya nga noong nauso ang kantang “Halaga” ng Parokya ni Edgar, ay sobrang tinamaan ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labing-tatlo… Labing-apat… Labing-lima… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maligaya ka sa panahong to, alam ko. Ikaw pa, kilalang kilala na kita. Bestfriend kita eh. Mula ulo hanggang paa, kilala kita. Kakatawa pero naaalala ko pa noong mga bata tayo, alam ko na ang mga panty mo ay yung may burdang Monday, Tuesday, hanggang Friday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko na noong elementary ay galit ka sa Sibika at Kultura at sa Principal nating tinawag nating Miss Minchin. Noong highschool, alam ko pa kung sinu-sino ang mga naging crush mo. Kabisado na kita. Alam ko kung mainit ang ulo mo, kung malungkot ka, kung hindi maganda ang pakiramdam, kung nae-excite at lahat lahat. Alam ko din kung maligaya ka. At kung hindi man ako nagkakamali, nararamdaman kong masaya ka ngayon habang patungo sa altar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labing-anim… Labing-pito… Labing walo… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta maligaya ka, masaya ako. Yun naman ang gusto ko parati, ang maligaya ka. At ang tanging hiling ko sa panahong ito ay ang panghabam-buhay mo nang kaligayahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan na malapit ka na sa altar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Labing-siyam.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eksaktong ikalabing-siyam na ang ang hakbang mo, nabilang ko sa isip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations. Masaya ako at alam kong masaya ka rin ngayong ikakasal ka na… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalawampu… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… sa akin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-113517126131116047?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/113517126131116047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=113517126131116047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113517126131116047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113517126131116047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/12/dalawampung-hakbang-sa-dambana_21.html' title='Dalawampung Hakbang sa Dambana'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113474774377324658</id><published>2005-12-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T23:48:13.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO MY [not so perfect] LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;WELCOME TO MY LIFE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down? &lt;br /&gt;Do you ever feel out of place? &lt;br /&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong &lt;br /&gt;And no one understands you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever want to run away? &lt;br /&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room? &lt;br /&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;br /&gt;That no one hears you screaming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;When &lt;b&gt;nothing feels alright&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down &lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you wanna be somebody else? &lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of feeling so left out? &lt;br /&gt;Are you &lt;b&gt;desperate to find something more&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Before your life is over?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you stuck inside a world you hate? &lt;br /&gt;Are you sick of everyone around? &lt;br /&gt;With their big fake smiles and stupid lies &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;When nothing feels alright &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;br /&gt;To be like me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down &lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face &lt;br /&gt;And no one ever stabbed you in the back &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You might think I'm happy&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna be ok &lt;br /&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted &lt;br /&gt;You never had to work&lt;br /&gt;It was always there &lt;br /&gt;You don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;What it's like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt, to feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;To be kicked when you're down &lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like (what it's like) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be hurt &lt;br /&gt;To feel lost &lt;br /&gt;To be left out in the dark &lt;br /&gt;To be kicked &lt;br /&gt;When you're down &lt;br /&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down &lt;br /&gt;And no one's there to save you&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No you don't know what it's like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Welcome to my life &lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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LIFE'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113473755681249113</id><published>2005-12-16T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T20:52:36.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eto, cgurado tanggal stress mo!</title><content type='html'>dahil nga napaka nakakastress ang mga huling nakaraang araw...di tuloy ako nakakapag update ng blog..haay naku..ok lang toh..two more days till christmas break..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last sunday, whole day ang training ng rotc kaya mejo bad3p na bad3p ako dahil ang dami pang kelangan gawin for the next day...halimbawa na lang ang lab con namin sa chem na talagang pamatay..at eto pa, usapan ay 4pm ang tapos ng training...pero subalit datapwat sapagkat pasaway ang aming minamahal na officer na nag lecture ng mahaba, ayan, 5pm na tuloy kami nakauwi...&lt;br /&gt;eh d xempre nadagdagan pa ang aking kamalasan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos sa wakas ay nakasakay na rin kami ng fx papuntang pedro gil para dun ay sumakay naman ng lrt na bababa sa edsa kung saan sasakay na naman kami ng jeep na skyway kung saan hihinto sa sm bicutan kung saan pipila kami ng mahabahabang pila ng tricycle pauwi ng aming bahay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun na nga, nasa fx na kami...&lt;br /&gt;tapos sa may quiapo, may sumakay na mama..parang galing sa contest ng paramihan ng pawis...tapos mga ilang minuto matapos ciang umayos ng pagkaka-upo ay kumuha na cia ng pamasahe..tapos cnabi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"makiki-abot nga ho ng bayad"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako naman 'tong si abot ng bayad kay mamang driver..*abot ng bayad*&lt;br /&gt;tapos sabi ni manong driver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"san galing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at walang pag-aatubiling sinagot ng mama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sa trabaho.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huwaaat? bwahehehehe&lt;br /&gt;ayus, instant tanggal ng stress..&lt;br /&gt;di ko alam kung matatawa ako o kung ano eh...&lt;br /&gt;parang wala yatang nakarinig sa sinabi nung mama kasi parang wla mashdong reaksyon ung ibang mga tao sa fx..&lt;br /&gt;di ko alam kung mashado clang maraming iniicp at hindi nila narinig ang narining ko..&lt;br /&gt;o kaya naman eh nasobrahan ako sa pag iicip sa chem at nag hahalucinate na ako ng mga bagay bagay..&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi, 22o eh...&lt;br /&gt;kala ko sa text message lang pede mangyari ung ganitong eksena kung saan balak lang mang-asar ng pasahero..&lt;br /&gt;tapos napag-icip icip ko, baka kaya walang nagrereact eh dahil naman meron talagang lugar na ang tawag ay 'trabaho'..di kaya?&lt;br /&gt;o kaya naman..ah ewan, basta alam ko, tanggal ang stress ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wait there's more! hindi pa pala tapos ang paguusap ni mamang-galing-sa-pawis-contest at ni mamang fx driver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kamot ng ulo si manong driver dahil nawindang sa sagot ni mamang-galing-sa-pawis-contest*&lt;br /&gt;sabay nagtanong..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"san papunta?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"sa bahay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganda.kamusta naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;barbero na ung 2nd part ng kanilang paguusap..naaliw lang ako at binigyan ko ng continuation ang nakakaaliw na kabanata ng pagtatagpo ni mamang-galing-sa-pawis-contest at ni mamang-fx-driver...wahehehe..&lt;br /&gt;pero 22ong cnabi nung mama ung "sa trabaho".... swear.no joke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-113473755681249113?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113146650621209285</id><published>2005-11-09T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T00:15:06.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's just a phase.</title><content type='html'>i dont think about what i write in here anymore..mejo obvious naman since ung last two entries ko ay parang puro emosyon at walang utak..either a mild case of self-pity (hmmm?) for being the underdog when it comes to guys and for being betrayed by someone close to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[read: ung thing about guys isnt really reflected on my present sitch..it was just a thought that came to me when i got stuck all the time at home reading nothing but romance-but-girl-kicks-ass novels]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..it's just a phase and (i think) i've gone through it already...time for some fresh topics ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd day na pla today ng 2nd sem..at eto ang mga profs na na-meet namin..&lt;br /&gt;1. theology..xempre theo major kami..harhar..at surprise surprise! c sir manaloto na naman ang prof namin [kala ko sabi nia, lilipat na cia ng college?]..lookin at the bright side, at least kilala na namin cia so it wont be that hard [i hope] kc hindi kailangan magadjust to a new style of teaching...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. sociology &amp; anthropology..now this is an interesting subject..feeling ko, ma-eenjoy ko toh..actually, na-curious ako kaya naghanap ako sa net ng anything about SA at ito ang aking nahagilap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[["SOCIOLOGY: scientific study of human social behavior. As the study of humans in their collective aspect, sociology is concerned with all group activities–economic, social, political, and religious. Sociologists study such areas as bureaucracy, community, DEVIANT BEHAVIOR [parang interesting ang topic na toh], family, PUBLIC OPINION [eto rin parang interesting], social change, social mobility, social stratification, and such specific problems as crime, divorce, child abuse, and substance addiction. Sociology tries to determine the laws governing human behavior in social contexts; it is sometimes distinguished as a general social science from the special social sciences, such as economics and political science, which confine themselves to a selected group of social facts or relations."]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**DEVIANT BEHAVIOR...pano nga ba tinitreat ang mga tao na pinili ang mag-deviate sa norms of society? [sorry for the inexcusable merging of two languages]&lt;br /&gt;un ba ang rason kung bakit pinipili ng karamihan [consciously and unconsciously] ang magpaka-plastic--showing the world not who they really are but who they are expected to be...because of the fear of being at the receiving end of prejudice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**PUBLIC OPINION...is that the reason why we find it so difficult to raise the first objection then find it so easy to follow someone who has already taken the same stand as ours?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before sir ignacio left, tinanong nia kami: WHO ARE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;--? tas sabi nia, parang ganito pero mas well-phrased ung sagot nia eh... you are a product of your past decisions, experiences and everything else that has happened to you. what you are today is because of what you were then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..im really starting to like this subject ^_^ sana hindi toh tulad ng mga ibang subjects na ang ayos ayos ng first impression ko tas un pala nagiging nightmare subject as time went on...tsktsk..sana tlga hindi ganun ung SA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. zoology...brings me back to ma'am bunagan days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. english...anyone?anyone?anyone?comments?suggestions?expectations?anyone?anyone?anyone?[sa totoo lang, feeling ko, u can never get the right answers to these questions unless you are faced with that certain dilemma . maybe then, you'll have a solution for an EXISTING problem...kasi naman how can you comment on the way he's teaching if you still dont know what his style is, ryt? and how can u suggest things or ways to improve the delivery of the subject if you still dont know how he delivers it, ryt? it's just like saying you need to add more salt to something u havent even tasted yet...get my point?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...that's pretty much what we did for the first hour and a half of english 101b...i think he's good. it's just that he's having a hard time extracting responses from us...i still think he's good, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;haaay..past 12am na..buti pa matulog na ko dahil ayon sa napakaganda naming schedule ay 7am kami dapat pumasok para sa aming fil class...actually, buong sem kaming aasarin ng schedule namin na napakaganda...akalain mong 7am magsstart lahat ng classes namin? kung di ka nga naman sinuswerte..^_^ smile na lang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-113146650621209285?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/113146650621209285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=113146650621209285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113146650621209285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113146650621209285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-just-phase.html' title='it&apos;s just a phase.'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113120645708881535</id><published>2005-11-05T23:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T00:00:57.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please.</title><content type='html'>please dont lie to my face...&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap kasi na araw araw na lang, magkasama tayo--we do almost everything together tapos u keep on telling me all these stuff that--i learned later on--were full of crap... &lt;br /&gt;u were lying to me all along...&lt;br /&gt;i never thought id say this..pero i really got hurt when i learned about it.&lt;br /&gt;i was [i dunno if i still am] there to cover for you thinking that u were honest with me.&lt;br /&gt;i just really dont know what to think right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...how can u keep such a straight face?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lies.lies.&lt;br /&gt;what more can i say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;,(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-113120645708881535?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/113120645708881535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=113120645708881535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113120645708881535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113120645708881535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/11/please.html' title='please.'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113110317248038685</id><published>2005-11-04T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T19:19:32.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakit nga ba?</title><content type='html'>why do i always find myself liking the guy who falls for THE bitch??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read: i get to like them first before knowing the fact&lt;br /&gt;          that their worlds indeed revolve around THE b*tch...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          and that i get to learn later on that i wont be anything&lt;br /&gt;          more than their *sniff..sniff* friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha....just laugh it off...im used to it, anyway...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-113110317248038685?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-113041275324680181</id><published>2005-10-27T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T19:32:33.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love story sana ng buhay ko..kaya lang parang naging comedy</title><content type='html'>Makulimlim na naman.&lt;br /&gt;Nagbabadya ang masamang panahon…syempre sa ganitong mga pagkakataon, dehado ang mga tamad magdala ng payong… * ahem ahem * &lt;br /&gt;nagbabadya rin ang posibilidad na magkaroon ng umaagos na ilog hanggang sa loob ng sapatos ko dahil sa kakalusong sa baha nang walang pakunadangan…come what may ba…kesihodang may manhole pa jan, go parin…&lt;br /&gt;kulang na nga lang eh magkaroon ako ng leptospirosis para magtanda na masama ang lumulusong sa tubig baha…&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ganon pa man ang mga tipo ng alaalang bumabalik sa isipan ko sa tuwing umuulan, wala parin tatalo sa isang maulan na hapong iyon na naging sanhi ng pagtatagpo ng ating mga landas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung iisipin, hindi man lang “magical” ang ating pagtatagpo. Mas babagay pa nga yata kung tatawagin itong “wa-poise”…ito ay ilan sa mga panahong hindi mo na maiicip na maaaring may magandang kahinatnan ang araw na iyon dahil masyado ka nang naging abala sa pagiicip kung pano papanatilihing tuyo ang sarili mo dahil sa “nakalimutan” mong dalhin ang payong mo—for the nth time. Isa pa, hindi mo talaga nanaisin pang mag-appear ng di inaasahan ang prince charming mo dahil bukod sa basang-basa na ang damit mo, eh tumutulo rin ang buhok mong pwede nang pigain sa dami ng na-accumulate na tubig. Pati ang mascara mong parang napakaperfect kani-kanina lang eh umagos na rin mula sa mata mo hanggang sa pisngi mo pababa sa leeg mo. Oo, kadiri na kung kadiri…kaya lang wala ka nang oras para mag retouch o mag-ayos man lang upang magmukhang disente. No choice ka na kasi ang gusto mo na lang mangyari ay makauwi, makaligo, makapagpalit ng tuyong damit, humiga sa malambot na kama, magkumot at matulog…haaaay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap nga namang mangarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napansin ko na lang na parang lumamig ang kaliwang paa ko…oops,ay fotekkk! lumubog na pala ang paa ko sa mababaw na hukay sa bakubakong kalsada na umaapaw sa tubig na di mo maintindihan ang kulay. “Tama na kasi ang pagde-daydream”, parang timang kong kinausap ang aking sarili.. Umuwi ka muna at pag nasa bahay ka na, chaka ka na mag-daydream hanggang gusto mo…sa ngayon, mag-abang ka muna ng fx…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unang fx… ay, malas, puno..hintay ulit&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawang fx… puno parin&lt;br /&gt;Sumunod na fx…aba puno parin?!&lt;br /&gt;Sumunod na fx… shiyettttt puno na naman!&lt;br /&gt;Sumunod na fx… ayan may bakante…kaya lang ung makakatabi ko naman eh nanggigitata sa pawis…wag na lang…makapag jeep na nga lang!&lt;br /&gt;Unang Jeep…yahoooo! Nakaupo na rin sa wakas… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ui teka mcdo…mcdo!…mcdo!!! mcdo nga oh!!!&lt;br /&gt;Manooooong!!! Tekatekateka! Para lang po sa tabi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay, makapag hot chocolate nga muna …d ko na kaya eh…&lt;br /&gt;Pampalubag-loob na lang ang paghigop sa mainit na tsokolate— kapalit ng lahat ng kamalasan ko ngayong araw…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*good afternoon ma’am sir *&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ano ba yan, pati si manong guard di na maintindihan kung tatawagin ba akong ma’am o sir…hindi na ba recognizable ang feminine physique ko? Di bale na nga…may mas importante pang dapat pagtuunan ng pansin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hotchocolatehotchocolatehotchocolate&lt;br /&gt;* Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanep sa effects ah..parang sinabayan ng pagkanta ng choir of angles ng ‘Alleliua’ nung makita ko ang hot chocolate dispenser ng mcdo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko noon ay tapos na ang kamalasan ko. Isang maling akala—dahil doon sa loob ng mcdo, lahat ng mesa eh occupied na… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Diyos ko, Lord, bakit naman?…bakit naman ngaun pa??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…yun na lang ang  nakaya kong isipin habang nakatayo sa entrance ng mcdo, ilang hakbang lamang mula kay manong guard, with matching wet look image—habang sinusumpa ang katotohanang :&lt;br /&gt;(1)umuulan &lt;br /&gt;(2)tapos basang basa na ko at parang kulang na lang eh habulin ako ng sampayan para patuyuin na ang mga damit ko  &lt;br /&gt;(3)tapos minalas pa ako sa paghihintay ng masasakyan; AT&lt;br /&gt;(4)walang available table sa mcdo kung saan ang gusto ko lang naman eh uminom ng hot chocolate!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ Anubaaaah?! “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nku, did I just say that out loud?… bigla kasing napatayo ang batang lalaki sa kinauupunan niyang table—ang table na pinakamalapit sa kinatatayuan ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Yesssssss! Naku teka, sencia na, kanya kanya muna toh… *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaaay..ang sarap maupo at uminom ng hot chocolate…aaaahhh (coca cola! Nalilito, nalilito, nahihilo, nahihilo..coke ko toh..coke ko toh— )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ COKE KO TOHHHH!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“uhm..miss, are you ok?”, sabi ng fafable na kumalabit sa balikat ko— sa kalagitnaan ng pag-angkin ko sa isang non-existent coke…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.my.god. did I just say that out loud AGAIN?! Ang hirap talaga pag pinapabayaang gumala ang isip lalo na sa mga pagkakataong tulad nito… Kung anu-anong kabalbalan tuloy ang lumalabas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hi. Are you ok?”, inulit pang pagtatanong ng fafable na itech sabay flash ng isang killer smile…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—TO BE CONTINUED—&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-113041275324680181?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/113041275324680181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=113041275324680181&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113041275324680181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/113041275324680181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/10/love-story-sana-ng-buhay-kokaya-lang.html' title='love story sana ng buhay ko..kaya lang parang naging comedy'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112817893050456790</id><published>2005-10-01T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-01T23:34:07.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WILL WILL WILL &amp; MORE WILL</title><content type='html'>&gt;What &lt;b&gt;WILL&lt;/b&gt; Matter&lt;br /&gt;&gt;by Michael Josephson&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ready or not, some day it WILL all come to an end. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;There WILL be no more sunrises, no minutes, hours or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten &gt;WILL pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power WILL shrivel to irrelevance. It WILL not matter what you&lt;br /&gt;&gt;owned or what you were owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations and jealousies WILL finally disappear. So too,&gt;your hopes, ambitions, plans and to-do lists &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; fade &gt;away. It won't matter where you came from or what side of the tracks you lived on at the end. It won't matter whether &gt;you were beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; be irrelevant.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;So what &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; matter?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;How &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; the value of your days be measured? &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;What &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; matter is not what you bought but what you built, not what you got but what you gave. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;What &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; matter is not your success but your significance. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;What &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; matter is not what you learned but what you taught. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;What &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; matter is every act of integrity,compassion, courage, or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged &gt;others to emulate your example. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;What &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; matter is not your competence but your character. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;What &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; matter is not how many people you knew, but how many &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; feel a lasting loss when you're gone. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;What &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; matter is not your memories but the memories that live in those who loved you. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;What &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; matter is how long you &lt;B&gt;WILL&lt;/B&gt; be remembered, by whom and for what. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Living a life that matters doesn't happen by accident. It's not a matter of circumstance but of CHOICE.&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Choose to live a life that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagong dictionary ayon sa aking current mood...&lt;br /&gt;will=future action.&lt;br /&gt;will=something u wish for/want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;will=charming.&lt;br /&gt;will=funny.&lt;br /&gt;will=stand out.&lt;br /&gt;will=crush.&lt;br /&gt;----&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will.end.&lt;br /&gt;will.go.&lt;br /&gt;will.be sad.&lt;br /&gt;will.my thursdays ever be the same again?&lt;br /&gt;will.probably.&lt;br /&gt;will.probably not.&lt;br /&gt;will.be sad for sure.&lt;br /&gt;will.i?&lt;br /&gt;will.probably.&lt;br /&gt;will.probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i.most probably will.&lt;br /&gt;too bad.&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the anticipation of parting ways...so sad..:'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...pathetic, i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will.stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt;.i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112817893050456790?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112817893050456790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112817893050456790&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112817893050456790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112817893050456790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/10/will-will-will-more-will.html' title='WILL WILL WILL &amp; MORE WILL'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112671038116281791</id><published>2005-09-14T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T23:06:21.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sAwndTwip [you and me]</title><content type='html'>--lifeHousE--&lt;br /&gt;What day is it &lt;br /&gt;And in what month &lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive &lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down &lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people &lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do, nothing to lose &lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I want to say &lt;br /&gt;Just aren't coming out right &lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning &lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people &lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to prove &lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about you now &lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out &lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is beautiful &lt;br /&gt;Everything she does is right &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people &lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do, nothing to lose &lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people and &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and me and all of the people &lt;br /&gt;With nothing to do nothin to prove and &lt;br /&gt;It's you and me and all of the people and &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I can't keep my eyes off of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it &lt;br /&gt;And in what month &lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112671038116281791?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112671038116281791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112671038116281791&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112671038116281791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112671038116281791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/09/sawndtwip-you-and-me.html' title='sAwndTwip [you and me]'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112670916514940410</id><published>2005-09-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T22:46:05.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sAwndtWip [Love wil show you everything]</title><content type='html'>Today, today I bet my life &lt;br /&gt;you have no idea, what I feel inside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't, be afraid to let it show &lt;br /&gt;for you never know, if you let it out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] &lt;br /&gt;I love you, you love me &lt;br /&gt;take this gift and don't ask why &lt;br /&gt;'cause if you, will let me &lt;br /&gt;I'll take what scares you, hold it deep inside &lt;br /&gt;and if you, ask me why &lt;br /&gt;I'm with you and why I'll never leave &lt;br /&gt;love will show you everything &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, when youth is just a memory &lt;br /&gt;I know, you'll be standing right next to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhh &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chrous] &lt;br /&gt;I love you, you love me &lt;br /&gt;take this gift and don't ask why &lt;br /&gt;'cause if you, ('cause if you) &lt;br /&gt;will let me &lt;br /&gt;I'll take what scares you hold it deep inside &lt;br /&gt;and if you, ask me why &lt;br /&gt;I'm with you and why I'll never leave &lt;br /&gt;my love will show you everything &lt;br /&gt;my love will show you everything, thing &lt;br /&gt;my love will show you everything &lt;br /&gt;our love will show us everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112670916514940410?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112670916514940410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112670916514940410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112670916514940410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112670916514940410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/09/sawndtwip-love-wil-show-you-everything.html' title='sAwndtWip [Love wil show you everything]'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112609781638528420</id><published>2005-09-07T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:58:00.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pano kung ito ang laman ng fortune cookie mo? wahaha</title><content type='html'>"he who laughs last, thinks the slowest"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;miss ko na ang entries kong makulit..&lt;br /&gt;ung tipong entries ko nung summer..&lt;br /&gt;ung tipong parang mejo kinda somethin like [^_^] napakadami kong time para makasulat ng kabalbalan na may konting sense...&lt;br /&gt;wish ko makasulat pa ko ulit ng ganun..&lt;br /&gt;wish ko may time pa akong magbukas ng mga emails..&lt;br /&gt;wish ko may energy pa akong maupo sa harap ng pc ng 4 na oras..&lt;br /&gt;wish ko may enough sanity pa na natitira sakin para naman may bloggable random thought na pede mailagay dito..&lt;br /&gt;wish ko pumasa ako sa chem..&lt;br /&gt;wish ko tumigil na ang nagrarally sa espana para may matino akong masakyan ng fx..&lt;br /&gt;wish ko world peace..&lt;br /&gt;wish ko may makuha akong bote..&lt;br /&gt;wish ko may lumabas na genie sa bote..&lt;br /&gt;wish ko hindi out of this world ang wishes ko..&lt;br /&gt;wish ko tumigil na ko ng kaka-wish..&lt;br /&gt;kc parang feeling ko, wish mo rin na i-wish ko na tumigil na ko ng kaka-wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ayan..ang wish mo matutupad na!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish ko lang, hindi ako parang sabog na nagta-type at nagwiwiwish ng mga kakaibang bagay at sana [[uy tinagalog ang 'wish']] hindi ako nag-ggrant ng imaginary wishes ng isang imaginary person..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112609781638528420?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112609781638528420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112609781638528420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112609781638528420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112609781638528420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/09/pano-kung-ito-ang-laman-ng-fortune.html' title='pano kung ito ang laman ng fortune cookie mo? wahaha'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112400501425390194</id><published>2005-08-14T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T15:36:54.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's never too late....daw.</title><content type='html'>sa ibang bagay lang applicable ung cliche na 'it's never too late' kasi may mga bagay na kelan man eh d na pedeng balikan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nga nung skywalker na napanood ko sa ripley's believe it or not,&lt;br /&gt;" life is like walking on a tightrope. in life, there are no shortcuts. you can only reach the other side of the wire one step at a time. cross with caution because there is no looking back..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112400501425390194?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112400501425390194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112400501425390194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112400501425390194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112400501425390194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-never-too-latedaw.html' title='it&apos;s never too late....daw.'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112333503291913971</id><published>2005-08-06T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T21:30:32.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pede na pang commercial ^_^</title><content type='html'>ang saya kanina!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit umuulan at humahangin ng pagka-lupit-lupit kanina at kahit na nagcommute kami at kahit sinuong namin ang baha [woah lumalalim ang aking bokabularyong filipino] hehehe joke ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saya mag shoot ng commercial at vtr..hehe&lt;br /&gt;c paolo sobrang bumenta kanina eh..ang vtr na supposedly message ng isang leper para k jesus, nag mukhang commercial ng master-facial-cleanser-sikreto-ng-mga-gwapo..&lt;br /&gt;hehe san ka pa, dba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos ung fita commercial sobrang aliw din kc ang fancy ng dating..parang makatotohanan [idol talaga c diane..sobrang nagpaka-into the character---at cympre secret muna kung ano ung pinortray nia na part sa commercial]..hehehe coolness.. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos ung mcdo naman, hehehehhehe laugh trip din!dito ka lang makakakita ng paolo na nakadiapers..uhm..naka-lampin pala..hehehe...narealize 2loy ni paolo na mahirap talaga maging artista! hehe nakanang! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh trip talga ^_^ sobrang excited na ko sa next shooting ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112333503291913971?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112333503291913971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112333503291913971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112333503291913971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112333503291913971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/08/pede-na-pang-commercial.html' title='pede na pang commercial ^_^'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112333339889565382</id><published>2005-08-06T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T21:08:39.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from here to here</title><content type='html'>induction of officers ng college of nursing last friday..ayun, 2-5 tlga dapat ung induction kaya lang dahil mga hayok sa psychology ang officers ng 1-1, eh nag decide kami na mag attend ng psych at magpa-late sa induction of officers na dinaluhan [ang lalim ng pinaghugutan nun ah] nina &lt;br /&gt;Dean Glenda A. Vargas, M.A.,R.N. [kelangan daw laging kumpleto yan to show due   respect at chaka kc tinest na un sa theology kaya hindi ko na malimutan] &lt;br /&gt;chaka ung acting rector [tsktsk nakalimutan ko ang pangalan..sencia] &lt;br /&gt;chaka sangkatutak na faculty lang naman ang nag attend..&lt;br /&gt;pero dahil pasaway nga kami ay pinili nalang namin na ma-late..&lt;br /&gt;[tsktsk..very wise decision]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;akshwali, tama tlga ung decision namin na magpsych dahil wla naman [yta] nangyari na importante nung mga panahong wala pa kami..pero buti na lang at dumating kami in time for the guest speaker na isang clinical instructor ngayon sa ust na kakagrad lang nung 2002 kaya medyo bata pa cya at ang humor nya ay nakakarelate pa sa humor ng bagong henerasyon kaya naman sobrang bumenta cia samin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ang bottomline ng lahat ng cnabi ko ay..isa ciang effective speaker.. as in.. sa dami ng cnabi nya, hnd mo mafifeel na gusto mo ng tapusin ang speech nia o kaya naman eh bunutin ang plug ng mic nia para maicipan niang tumigil na o kaya naman ay palakpakan na cia sa kalagitnaan ng cnasabi nia kahit hindi pa cia tapos sa speech nia...hindi mo talaga iiciping gawin ang mga bagay na yun kc lahat ng cnabi nia, may basis at may immediate application ka na makikita..tipong alam mo na ung mga bagay na cnasabi nia, alam mong totoo, alam mong realistic...it's just that nagawa niang sabihin ang lahat ng yon sa paraang tama ang timpla [pop cola?!] as in swak na swak na swak..astig nga eh..&lt;br /&gt;ang dami pa nyang striking statements[as in marami..parang every statement nga nga eh ang sarap isulat eh..]..pero ang pinakagusto ko ay eto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the longest journey a man can take is the journey from here [points to his head] to here [points to his heart]"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang galing dba? ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112333139640761772</id><published>2005-08-06T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T20:29:56.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woosssssaaaahhh...</title><content type='html'>hay naku..i shouldn't be writing these kinds of entries...first dahil sobrang na-carried away lang ako at dahil punong puno ng bitterness ang entry na un..at itong blog ko ay hindi meant para sa mga ganung kinds ng entries...although, it helps in releasing negative energy kaya ayos na rin..kesa naman maging prone ako sa pag-iinflict ng violence sa ibang tao, dba?!..hmm..ok na rin pala yun..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112333139640761772?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112333139640761772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112333139640761772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112333139640761772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112333139640761772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/08/woosssssaaaahhh.html' title='woosssssaaaahhh...'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112307922669100907</id><published>2005-08-03T22:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:27:06.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaarrrggghhh...</title><content type='html'>effin a**hole&lt;br /&gt;u make my head throb like crazy, alam mo un?!&lt;br /&gt;dont give me that 'if u luv a person dat much.. wud u just let go?' crap!!!&lt;br /&gt;chaka dont get me started on that freakin honesty speech..&lt;br /&gt;because you're trying to be something you're not!&lt;br /&gt;alam mo, a half truth is a whole lie....&lt;br /&gt;chaka yang drama mo na 'u tried so hard'....&lt;br /&gt;u'r pretending to know something that u really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;effin ignoramus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u're askin me what i would do?!&lt;br /&gt;effin a**hole!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ano ko, fairy godmother ni cinderella?! &lt;br /&gt;o kaya magic mirror ng wicked stepmom ni snow white?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi mo alam na hindi alam ng dapat makaalam?!&lt;br /&gt;effin a**hole!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and u r blaming her kung bakit hindi mo alam na hindi alam ng dapat makaalam...&lt;br /&gt;effin bastard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mapalapit?!&lt;br /&gt;bakit, may gnagawa ka ba?!&lt;br /&gt;pag hinintay mo ang future ng wala kang ginagawa, &lt;br /&gt;pandilatan ka pa ng araw jan kakahintay, walang mangyayari..&lt;br /&gt;effin a**hole!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help u?!&lt;br /&gt;effin a**hole!!!!&lt;br /&gt;why would i?!..actually..&lt;br /&gt;why SHOULD i?!&lt;br /&gt;do u realize what ur askin me to do?!&lt;br /&gt;hello?!&lt;br /&gt;prang hindi mo naintindihan ung inexplain ko kanina ah!&lt;br /&gt;prang kakasabi ko lang ah!&lt;br /&gt;prang gan2..&lt;br /&gt;cnabi mo sa bata, wag ka pumunta sa playground ..tapos after 5 seconds, lalapit ang bata at sasabihin: "punta akong playground ha?" na parang walang naalalang pinagusapan nio.&lt;br /&gt;leche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112307922669100907?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112307922669100907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112307922669100907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112307922669100907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112307922669100907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/08/aaaarrrggghhh_03.html' title='aaaarrrggghhh...'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112307920785093259</id><published>2005-08-03T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T22:26:47.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aaaarrrggghhh...</title><content type='html'>effin a**hole&lt;br /&gt;u make my head throb like crazy, alam mo un?!&lt;br /&gt;dont give me that 'if u luv a person dat much.. wud u just let go?' crap!!!&lt;br /&gt;chaka dont get me started on that freakin honesty speech..&lt;br /&gt;because you're trying to be something you're not!&lt;br /&gt;alam mo, a half truth is a whole lie....&lt;br /&gt;chaka yang drama mo na 'u tried so hard'....&lt;br /&gt;u'r pretending to know something that u really dont know.&lt;br /&gt;effin ignoramus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;u're askin me what i would do?!&lt;br /&gt;effin a**hole!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ano ko, fairy godmother ni cinderella?! &lt;br /&gt;o kaya magic mirror ng wicked stepmom ni snow white?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi mo alam na hindi alam ng dapat makaalam?!&lt;br /&gt;effin a**hole!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and u r blaming her kung bakit hindi mo alam na hindi alam ng dapat makaalam...&lt;br /&gt;effin bastard!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mapalapit?!&lt;br /&gt;bakit, may gnagawa ka ba?!&lt;br /&gt;pag hinintay mo ang future ng wala kang ginagawa, &lt;br /&gt;pandilatan ka pa ng araw jan kakahintay, walang mangyayari..&lt;br /&gt;effin a**hole!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help u?!&lt;br /&gt;effin a**hole!!!!&lt;br /&gt;why would i?!..actually..&lt;br /&gt;why SHOULD i?!&lt;br /&gt;do u realize what ur askin me to do?!&lt;br /&gt;hello?!&lt;br /&gt;prang hindi mo naintindihan ung inexplain ko kanina ah!&lt;br /&gt;prang kakasabi ko lang ah!&lt;br /&gt;prang gan2..&lt;br /&gt;cnabi mo sa bata, wag ka pumunta sa playground ..tapos after 5 seconds, lalapit ang bata at sasabihin: "punta akong playground ha?" na parang walang naalalang pinagusapan nio.&lt;br /&gt;leche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112307920785093259?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112307920785093259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112307920785093259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112307920785093259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112307920785093259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/08/aaaarrrggghhh.html' title='aaaarrrggghhh...'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112247003075238936</id><published>2005-07-27T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T21:13:50.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isaac</title><content type='html'>woohoo..&lt;br /&gt;hehe lalang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISAAC   m   English, Jewish, Biblical&lt;br /&gt;From the Hebrew name Yitschaq which meant "he laughs"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi naman ni irish, LAUGHTER daw meaning ng isaac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;la lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*paging isaac...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lolz..^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...looooong story ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112247003075238936?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112247003075238936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112247003075238936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112247003075238936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112247003075238936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/07/isaac.html' title='isaac'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112152854152621201</id><published>2005-07-16T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T00:13:03.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kabad3pan.</title><content type='html'>sencia,wla ng ibang mas appropriate na title para sa blog kong toh eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pano ba naman kc..ewan ko..&lt;br /&gt;parang nakakabad3p kc nababad3p ka ng hindi mo ma-point out ung dahilan..&lt;br /&gt;feeling mo wla lang pero meron...pero parang feeling mo din meron pero wla naman tlga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto pa..tipong nakikinig ka sa lecture ng prof mo at andun ka na sa eureka moment mo na parang dahan dahan eh nagpa-payoff ang pakikinig mo dahil unti unti ka ng na-eenlighten sa topic nio.. tas biglang hihinto ang prof mo at sasabihing: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" class, like what ive told u earlier, laughter is a sign of intelligence..i see ur classmate there is laughing so i believe you all know the topic. if i see that u already know the topic then there is no need for me to discuss it further so i'll skip this one and move on to the next...but since this is our last topic and it is already time,u may now go.....&lt;br /&gt;....may i remind you about the long test on monday which will be about yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda and the yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda also the yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda yadda,ok?...stand up let's pray."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF?! just when u're about to get it..everything u've understood so far just slowly slides off...parang grains of sand sa kamay mo...ayaw mong mawala but then u cant do anything about it..just when i thought i was loving psych...bullshit dba?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, hindi naman bad3p sa prof [[malay ko ba kung talgang pagod na cia at sobrang ikli na ng pasensya nia dahil knina pa daw cia nagsasalita?o kaya baka naman ayaw lang nia makakita ng tumatawa kung walang nakakatawa lalo na kung nagdidiscuss cia]] hnd rin naman bad3p dun sa taong tumatawa..[[malay ko ba kung may naicip lang ciang nakakatawang experience at hindi lang niya mapigilang tumawa? not necessarily dahil alam na nya ang lesson at gs2 nia magpaka-know-it-all..wla nmn gnun sa 1-1 eh..]] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out of place lang ang mga bagay..it could've happened some other time...kaya lang..bakit ngaun pa?! bakit nung time na un pa kung kelan ang dali kong mabad3p?! hay nku..i feel like crap.parang time bomb that can go off any minute..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas pati c iris napapagbuhusan ko rin ng pagka irita..onting galaw lang naiirita na ko kagad..tas ung other sister ko pa..sabi ko nag iingay cia kahit normal voice naman ang ginagamit nia..hay nku abnormal nako..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap maging babae..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...every month kelangan mo magka ganito..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112152854152621201?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112152854152621201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112152854152621201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112152854152621201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112152854152621201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/07/kabad3pan.html' title='kabad3pan.'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112117552035854481</id><published>2005-07-12T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T21:38:40.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sawnd twip [ruNawaY]</title><content type='html'>talked to you tonight &lt;br /&gt;to sort things out the right way we used to be &lt;br /&gt;when you were still here with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to know &lt;br /&gt;if you have loved me so &lt;br /&gt;then why didn't you let me know &lt;br /&gt;'cause I didn't wanna let you go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why don't you just runaway from here &lt;br /&gt;'cause I don't want you to get hurt by me &lt;br /&gt;this way &lt;br /&gt;you loved me to the point where I was lost &lt;br /&gt;but then I couldn't catch you there &lt;br /&gt;right there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just runaway &lt;br /&gt;runaway from here &lt;br /&gt;won't you runaway &lt;br /&gt;runaway from here &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I will never know &lt;br /&gt;if we could ever go &lt;br /&gt;the way that we should be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112117552035854481?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112117552035854481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112117552035854481&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112117552035854481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112117552035854481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/07/sawnd-twip-runaway.html' title='sawnd twip [ruNawaY]'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112117201755908086</id><published>2005-07-12T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:40:17.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sawnd twip [bLue sKy]</title><content type='html'>Blue sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When do stars fade their light?&lt;br /&gt;Does the moon and the sun make it right&lt;br /&gt;For you the world maybe&lt;br /&gt;Like an endless storm chasing a mystery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there hate in your heart?&lt;br /&gt;Does your body drop and tell you to stop&lt;br /&gt;Loving you or loving me&lt;br /&gt;When it all falls down you just sing with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz there's a blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Waiting tomorrow shining and shimmering&lt;br /&gt;A blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Waiting tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's all we need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't you wash away that smile&lt;br /&gt;You just look out the window and see the light&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful to be alive&lt;br /&gt;It's wonderful to live a life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is sure to shine&lt;br /&gt;For you and me for everyone&lt;br /&gt;So don't be sad it's just the start&lt;br /&gt;Of a new beginning in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain will keep on pouring&lt;br /&gt;Some things you can't control&lt;br /&gt;And while the sun seems far and hard to hold&lt;br /&gt;It will unfold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will always be a blue sky&lt;br /&gt;A blue sky waiting tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112117201755908086?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112117201755908086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112117201755908086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112117201755908086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112117201755908086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/07/sawnd-twip-blue-sky.html' title='sawnd twip [bLue sKy]'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-112039634985255927</id><published>2005-07-03T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T21:12:29.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is really freaky...</title><content type='html'>nangyari na ba sa inyo ung magigising na lang kayo bigla dahil sa umiiyak kau?...uhm..actually more of humahagulgol eh...ay..hindi naman pala humahagulgol..basta kung ano man ung tawag sa klase ng iyak na nasa gitna ng umiiyak at humahagulgol...uhm humihikbing iyak..? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night it happened to me--again..twice na nangayari sakin toh so it kinda freaked me out nung nangyari ulit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cguro hindi nakakabahala kung magising ka at malaman mo na NANANAGINIP ka lang pala na umiiyak ka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ibang storya na pag nagising ka ng 2:30 in the morning at malaman mo na basang basa na ang pillows mo dahil sa umaagos ang luha(sa totoong buhay) dahil sa sobrang pag iyak mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cguro hindi nakakabhala kung after mo magicing at matauhan eh hihinto ka na sa pagiyak dahil hindi mo naman tlga alam kung ano ang cause ng pagiyak mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ibang storya na pag nagising ka at nalaman mong umaagos na ang luha mo but still..hindi ka makahinto sa pagiyak dahil disturbing ang naging cause ng pagiyak mo...at..hanggang 2 minutes after ka magicing ay hindi parin nagsusubside ang pag iyak ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it’s about the one thing most of us fear….death..&lt;br /&gt;it scares the hell out of me to write about this kasi writing it here in my blog just confirms and finalizes things…parang ung mga pinagpipilitan kong “thoughts” lamang ay nagiging facts na…tipong kinoconfirm ko na sa sarili ko na 22ong nangyari yon…at hindi pawang guniguni lamang…scary…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narealize ko na hindi ako prepared mamatay o makatanggap ng news ng death of a loved one. Cguro sasabihin mo na hindi lang ako ang nakakarealize ng ganong bagay…cguro nga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam mo ba ung msg sa cellphone na prang gn2: “ if I told u I only have a minute to live and u have exactly a minute to tell me the things u wish u had said to me before I die, what would you tell me?” actually may kasunod pa nga un na..”time starts now…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway…parang ganun ung nangyari sa dream ko…when I woke up, all I wanted to do was hug my mom and tell her all the things I should have told before like how thankful I am for having her and how sorry I am for all the times ive been mean and how her mere presence makes me feel safe…habang cnusulat ko nga tong blog na to eh naiiyak ako...hindi kc ako ung tipo ng tao na showy sa feelings..or sa affection or sa emotions..hindi ko na nga maalala kung kelan ang last time na niyakap ko cla momi just for the sake of hugging them...don’t get me wrong..hindi sa ayoko cla I-hug…as a matter of fact, id love to hug them everyday or as frequent as I can…feeling ko lang kc..there are things that are left unsaid which the heart understands..at ang “thank you” at “I love you” ay ilan sa mga yon…seryoso naiiyak na tlga ako ngaun… wala naman kaming gap ng parents ko…I think it’s just that when you mean something  so much, simple phrases get loaded with so much emotion that everytime you say it, feeling mo eh lagi kang maiiyak…ganun ako eh…well, pag ang cnasabihan ko eh ang parents ko..ganun ako..ewan ko tlga kung bakit…haaay…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan pag tinatanong ako kung ano ang bagay na pinaka-kinakatakutan ko, hindi ko alam kung ano ang sasabihin ko kc feeling ko napaka-winewelcome ko ang challenges pero dahil sa panaginip ko kagabi, sa twing tatanungin ako kung ano ang kinatatakutan ko, iisa lang ang masasabi ko with certainty…takot akong mawala ang mga mahal ko sa buhay…unang una na don ang pamilya ko…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madrama ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naninibago ka no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;….. ako rin eh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-112039634985255927?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/112039634985255927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=112039634985255927&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112039634985255927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/112039634985255927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/07/this-is-really-freaky.html' title='this is really freaky...'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111962573898206799</id><published>2005-06-24T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:08:59.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ust bsn 1-1 gala!!!</title><content type='html'>yehey!!! natuloy ang unang ust bsn 1-1 gala ko!!! hehehe [[kelangan ba talagang kumpleto ang ust bsn 1-1?? ^_^]]..basta..ang saya saya dahil natuloy..kahit 1/10 lang kami ng buong section..bwahehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang usapan namin kanina ay magkikita ng 11am sa rob ermita sa may foodcourt sa may gbox..&lt;br /&gt;at xempre c dianne b. ay dumating on time sa meeting place **palakpakan**&lt;br /&gt;pano ko nalaman na nandun cia ng saktong 11am?...&lt;br /&gt;dahil..ngtxt cia sakin..at ang time sa fone ko nung mga panahong un ay saktong 11am **palakpakan ulit!!!** galing noh? ^_^ tapos dumating ako ng 11:35...tsktsk..35 minutes late ako...[[pero no match pa yan dun sa pinaka-late sa mga late..mamaya na un..in chronological order ang kwento ko eh..=p]] tapos dumating c iris ng 12:15 ...hindi kmi magkasabay dumating kc nag-cr pa cia..d na daw nia kaya..nakainom ata ng isang drum ng tubig tong kapatid kong toh eh.. tapos nagkwentuhan na kaming 3 habang naghihintay sa mga 1-1 na darating... tapos nagkwentuhan ulit kami... tapos nagkwentuhan pa ulit kami... tapos nagkwentuhan pa rin kami... tapos napagkwentuhan na namin ang lahat ng pedeng pagkwentuhan sa mga oras na un at wala pa rin ang dalawang boylets-for-the-day na hinihintay namin.. ^_^ wahehehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos dumating c pao after some time... pero..ung isa pang boylet namin ay nawawala parin..&lt;br /&gt;at nawawala parin...&lt;br /&gt;at nawawal...&lt;br /&gt;at nawa..&lt;br /&gt;at na..&lt;br /&gt;at..&lt;br /&gt;at dumating din!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yehey! hehehehe =p&lt;br /&gt;dumating c ac mga 1:35...**palakpakan** hehehe &lt;br /&gt;[[ui ac, peace tau ha..^_^ ok lang un..bumawi ka naman sa kwento nung lunch eh..^_^]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos naglunch na kami sa kfc..at nagkwentuhan tungkol sa mga kabalbalan nung high school..ang dorm..ang visayas..ang land trip..ang roro..at kung anu-ano pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos nung manonood na kami ng monster in law...d namin malaman kung sa taas or sa baba ung ticket na bibilhin namin kaya kung anu-anong seremonyas pa ang ginawa namin habang naghihintay sa pila...tapos biglang pagdating sa ticket booth, same price lang pala kahit sa taas or sa baba...hehehe *palakpakan!!* ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya pa rin ung gala ng 1-1 kahit sobrang onti lang namin kanina...^_^&lt;br /&gt;kaya sana next tym, mas dumami pa yung pede sumama...&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;uaap sa july 9!!!&lt;br /&gt;sana meron din mga gs2ng manood para may kasama kami..&lt;br /&gt;ust bsn 1-1 gala part 2 na ba ituh?! ^_^ hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111962573898206799?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111962573898206799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111962573898206799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111962573898206799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111962573898206799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/06/ust-bsn-1-1-gala.html' title='ust bsn 1-1 gala!!!'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111919359898714277</id><published>2005-06-19T23:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T23:11:29.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>update update lamang ^_^</title><content type='html'>onting oras na lang at magccmula na ang unang araw ng parang unang official week ko sa uste..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subalit gayunpaman..[[redundant na ba ung subalit na gayunpaman pa?]] ang kawawa kong mga paa, parang sinagasaan na ng limang 10-wheeler na truck sa sobrang sakit..hello naman..&lt;br /&gt;[[sino ba naman kase ang nagsabi na bumili ka ng 2-inch heels, ha, gela?!]] yan tuloy puro blisters ang paa ko ngaun..tsktsk..tapos xempre alangan namang hintayin ko pang ipa-amputate ang buong binti ko bago ako bumili ng bagong sapatos dba? kaya tuloy ang binili kong shoes eh ung flat na doll shoes [[balik hs at elem ba?!]]kung nung hs at elem nga, never ako nag doll shoes eh..ngaung college pa?! hai nku.. nakakadala ang magkaron ng blisters..kaya sa sobrang ka-desperaduhan eh hindi mo na maiicip kung babagay ba to sa unifirm mo o hinde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dmi pa ko ikkwento subalit late na..[[oo, late na ang 11 para sa mga taong wala pang assignment na may pasok ng 7am kinabukasan na kelangan umalis ng 5:30 sa bahay para maabutan ang diagnostic test na ibibigay sa 1st period chem]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana may makita akong 05ers sa rob sa thurs at friday..mga 4pm...[[hehe mag specify ba ng date and time?! ^_^ ]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga patuloy na nagbabasa ng blog ko, sana basahin nio parin kahit konti na lang ang updates ko..dahil malamang ay every sat na lang ako makakapag update..hai nku..&lt;br /&gt;para akong stressed na hinde..&lt;br /&gt;parang pagod na may mataas na energy level..&lt;br /&gt;excited na hinde..&lt;br /&gt;naooverwhelm na na-didisappoint..&lt;br /&gt;sa madaling salita, &lt;br /&gt;isa akong malaking oxymoron..&lt;br /&gt;wala lang..&lt;br /&gt;walang pina22nguhan tong pinagsasasabi ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aisus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maka2log na nga...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111919359898714277?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111919359898714277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111919359898714277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111919359898714277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111919359898714277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/06/update-update-lamang.html' title='update update lamang ^_^'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111841153910906000</id><published>2005-06-10T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T21:52:58.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mag-isa..</title><content type='html'>eh..&lt;br /&gt;mag-dalawa pala..&lt;br /&gt;kc kasama ko pa c iris eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mag-isa..&lt;&lt;para may drama-dramahan&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nax ang drama..&lt;br /&gt;charing lang yan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;narealize ko lang na hindi pala masaya pag karamihan sa kakilala mo pumapasok na samantalang ikaw, isang linggo ka pang nasa bahay at naghahanap ng pedeng magawa besides manood ng tv/dvd at gumawa ng scrapbook sa isang buwan mo nang ipinagpaliban...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang lakas ko pa manginggit dati na isang linggo pa kong makakapagpahinga..&lt;br /&gt;turns out..sobra sobra na pala ako sa pahinga..asus!&lt;br /&gt;haaii..nakakainip sa bahay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko na pumasooooooooooooooookkkkkkkkkk!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[[omg..ako ba 'toh?!]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111841153910906000?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111841153910906000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111841153910906000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111841153910906000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111841153910906000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/06/mag-isa.html' title='mag-isa..'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111772342821843897</id><published>2005-06-02T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:33:07.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot like love!!!!!</title><content type='html'>grrraaaaaaaaabbbbbbbbbeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aun lang.&lt;br /&gt;obvious bang adik-adik ako sa movie na un?! &lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;wala alng..&lt;br /&gt;kanina ko napanood ung a lot like love &lt;br /&gt;kasama ng dalawang J na master drummers na c jundy at jo..&lt;br /&gt;.-=oo alam ko walang konek sa movie ung pagiging master drummer nila..=-.&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;hay naku..&lt;br /&gt;ang saya..&lt;br /&gt;kahit na kaming tatlo lang ang may reaksyon sa mga nangyayari sa movie..&lt;br /&gt;kahit na nagiingay kami..&lt;br /&gt;kahit na thinking aloud c jo..&lt;br /&gt;kahit na napapalakas ang mga comments ko sa twing nachochope c ashton..&lt;br /&gt;kahit na halos murahin na ni jo ang mga da mubs ni ashton &lt;br /&gt;         noong 7 yrs ago pa ang mga pangyayari..&lt;br /&gt;kahit na muntik na kami magkauntugan ni jo kaka-"awwwww" &lt;br /&gt;         sa mga malulufet na da mubs ni ashton&lt;br /&gt;kahit na pinapangunahan ni jundy ang ending..&lt;br /&gt;kahit na torture sa pamamagitan ng hampas ng seventeen mag at kurot &lt;br /&gt;         ang inaabot ni jundy mula sa amin ni jo sa twing &lt;br /&gt;         pinapangunahan nia ng negative ending ang movie..&lt;br /&gt;kahit na nangangawit na ang panga ko dahil hnd ko mapigilan ang &lt;br /&gt;         ngumiti kahit 30 minutes after the movie &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;akshwali hanggang ngaun eh napapasmile pa ako..^_^&gt; &lt;br /&gt;kahit na sangkatutak na 'kahit na' pa yan, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya parin!!!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;nakakaaliw ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi nga ni amanda peet nung nagroad trip cla,&lt;br /&gt;"if ure not willing to look stupid, u dont deserve to fall in love.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid=risonableng kastupidan ha...&lt;br /&gt;uhm..basta parang ganyan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aliw dba?!&lt;br /&gt;wahehehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON: Monster-in-Law  &lt;yeah!&gt;  wahehehe ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111772342821843897?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111772342821843897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111772342821843897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111772342821843897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111772342821843897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/06/lot-like-love.html' title='a lot like love!!!!!'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111754308715440481</id><published>2005-05-31T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T20:38:07.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bumaba ako sa jeepney...</title><content type='html'>kung eto lang din mangyayari senio pagsakay nio sa jeep pauwi galing sa nakakalokang araw sa school, pustaha pa tau, mas gugustuhin nio pang bumaba talaga....bwahehehe =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 1&lt;br /&gt;anong flavor ng buhok mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas na dialogue ng mga babaeng feeling commercial model ng shampoo kung ipatangay sa hangin ang buhok.Mga walang pakialam kahit na ang mga katabi nila ay hirap na hirap na sa pag-iwas sa paghampas nito sa mukha nila.Kaya ako kapag di na ako makapagpigil, hinihila ko na yung buhok,sabay sorrykunwari akala ko buhok ko yun.At kapag sinusumpong ako, kinakalabit ko na at sinasabihan kong hindi ako kumakain ng buhok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 2&lt;br /&gt;Blah, blah, blah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mga taong feeling sila lang ang sakay na kung mag-usap ay dinig ng lahat ng pasahero. Nakakaaliw sila minsan lalo nat mahaba ang byahe at walang radyo yung jeep.  Pampalipas oras din sila,minsan nga gusto ko ng sumabat dun sa kwentuhan nila lalo na kapag nakaka-relate ako. Pero kapag inaantok ako at di na makapagpigil tinitignan ko sila na parang gusto kong dukutin ang lalamunan nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 3:&lt;br /&gt;Pakiabot lang po&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag napaupo ka ng medyo malapit-lapit sa driver, asahan mong magiging taga-abot ka ng bayad. Ok lang sana yun eh,hwag ka lang makaka-tyempo ng driver na may pagka-manyakis na nanadyang manghaplos ng kamay. O kaya naman ng driver na parang di pa ata nakakaalam na uso na ang deodorant. O kaya naman ng driver na mas malakas pang bumuga sa tambutso nya ang bunganga. Syempre wala naman akong magawa kundi ang magtakip na  lang ng ilong at umurong agad kapag medyo lumuwang. At meron namang mga pasaherong sobrang bait na hindi ka pa nakakapagsalita ay kinukuha na sa kamay mo ang bayad mo. Meron din syempreng matatapang na kapag hindi mo nakuha agad yung bayad nila ay medyo itataas ang boses at may kasama pang ismid. Hay naku, pede ba wala akong kumisyon sa pag-abot ng bayad nyo ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 4:&lt;br /&gt;Makikiusog nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga kung umupo ay kala mo pang-dalawang tao ang binayaran. May mga babaeng kung umupo ay nakalihis, walang pakialam na yung katabi nya kalahating pwet na lang ang nakaupo.Meron din mga lalaking kung makaupo ay halos mangingimi kang tumingin sa kanya dahil sa laki ng pagkakabukaka Animoy may kung anong pinoprotektahan sa pagitan ng kanyang mga hita. Kapag ipit na ipit na ako, sinasabayan ko ang pag-preno ng mama sa pag-usog. Pasensyahan na lang kung mapalakas.oopsie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 5:&lt;br /&gt;ZZZzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang masama kung matulog ka habang nasa byahe, pero sana lang walang dantayan at bukolan ng ulo. Kapag may katabi akong natutulog na, hinahayaan ko lang (alangan namang pigilan ko) at kapag babagsak na ung ulo nya sa kin, bigla kong ibinababa balikat ko para magulantang sya.at kung tlagang minamalas ka, kasabay pa ng paguntog ng ulo nia sa balikat mo ang pagtulo ng panis na laway &lt;hiyuck!&gt; o kaya naman ang libreng punas ng pawis sa puting tshirt mo &lt;gudlak sau...^_^&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 6:&lt;br /&gt;Mama, para ho                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mga driver na di mo mapipigilang mapamura sa sobrang tagal bago huminto na halos&lt;br /&gt;kailanganin mo ng sumakay pabalik sa layo ng pinagbabaan sayo. Meron namang hihinto kahitna sa gitna ng kalsada mabawasan lang agad ang sakay nya. At meron ding halos mahalikan mo na yung katabi o kung minalas-malas ka ay mahuhulog ka pa dahil sa biglang pagpreno nya. May mga pasahero namang hindi pa nakuntento sa pagkalakas-lakas na pagsabi ng para at kumakatok pa sa bubong. Merong namang magbabayad kapag pababa na at may gana pang magalit kapag hindi agad naihinto ang sasakyan. At syempre merong mga nagmamadaling akala mo ay mauubusan ng lupa kung bumaba, kasehodang mabunggo at matapakan nyang lahat ng daraanan nya. Pero pamatay pa ring yung minsang may nakasakay akong mama na pagkalakas-lakas at paulit-ulit na sumisigaw ng Bayad ho, bayad ho, bayad ho. Syempre yung driver, kuntodo extend ng kamay nya. Nakatingin na lahat dun sa mama na kumakatok-katok pa sa bubong ng jeep.Sabay naalala nyang 'Para' pala ang dapat nyang isinisigaw. Nyahahah laughtrip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Case # 7:&lt;br /&gt;Sweetiepie,Honeybunch, at kung anu2 pa                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre pa, hindi mawawala ang mga mag-syotang na may sariling mundo na kung magPDA eh parang mga pusang di mapakali at parang wala ng bukas... di ko alam kung matatawa ako o maaasar sa pinaggagagawa nila..ung iba cute pa tingnan kaso ung iba..uhm..parang kelangan ng kumuha ng room..tsktsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;bumaba ako sa jeepney...&lt;br /&gt;para humanap ng pinakamalapit na lrt station...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111754308715440481?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111754308715440481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111754014130255800</id><published>2005-05-31T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:49:01.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang part ii</title><content type='html'>dahil sbi ni mimah na akoy naoobit na, &lt;br /&gt;ipapaliwanag ko ang aking entry na 'wala lang'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;hoi bruha ka tlga mimah!hehehe&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For she &lt;br /&gt;...whose hair is not long and whose eyes are not chinky, &lt;br /&gt;...who came unexpected, amused me when she talked while I listened, and made me realize I missed her the very next day though I would not admit it, &lt;br /&gt;...but who left just the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakita ko yan sa...&lt;br /&gt;d ko na maalala eh..&lt;br /&gt;basta somewhere-- at naaliw ako dahil..&lt;br /&gt;uhm...&lt;br /&gt;wala lang...&lt;br /&gt;parang ang kewl lang pag...&lt;br /&gt;wala lang tlga...&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111754014130255800?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111754014130255800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111754014130255800&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111754014130255800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111754014130255800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/05/wala-lang-part-ii.html' title='wala lang part ii'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111744190437348142</id><published>2005-05-30T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:31:44.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;For she &lt;br /&gt;...whose hair is not long and whose eyes are not chinky, &lt;br /&gt;...who came unexpected, amused me when she talked while I listened, and made me realize I missed her the very next day though I would not admit it, &lt;br /&gt;...but who left just the same&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111744190437348142?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111744190437348142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111744190437348142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111744190437348142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111744190437348142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/05/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang...'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111744141654593085</id><published>2005-05-30T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:23:36.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perskiz</title><content type='html'>after ko basahin toh nung first tym, …ano daw?&lt;br /&gt;After nung first tym kong basahin toh, ….ano ulit?&lt;br /&gt;After nung tym na first tym ko tong basahin, …huh?&lt;br /&gt;Nung binasa ko to nung first tym, tapos, nung tym after nun, …uhm..ano na nga ung gusto kong sabihin?!&lt;br /&gt;Basta un na un..nagegets mo naman ang gs2 ko sabihin sa mga sinasabi ko kanina pa dba?!&lt;br /&gt;….ang nasabi ko lang eh…”nyek…”&lt;br /&gt;pano ba naman kc…parang toink..tas wala na…hehehe teka ang labo ko ah..&lt;br /&gt;uhm…ganun ba tlga un?…*sabay kamot ng ulo* hehehe ^_^&lt;br /&gt;eto na nga...&lt;br /&gt;======================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lagoon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tugtog ka naman!" Aya ko sa iyo. Nakaupo tayo sa bench sa may lagoon; pinapanood ko ang mga taong nagdaraan doon habang ikaw naman ay abala sa pagbuklat ng mga pahina sa songhits. Parang di mo ako narinig. &lt;br /&gt;Hinablot ko ang isang songhits at naghanap na rin ng kanta. "Eto, eto! Di ba idol mo si Michelle Branch? Kaya mo sigurong tugtugin 'yan, di ba?" Giit ko. Hindi ka pa rin nagsasalita, halatang asar ka na sa akin. &lt;br /&gt;Napasimangot ako. Anak ng tinapay naman. Kaya nga kami nandoon para kumanta at tumugtog, hindi para magmukmok! Leche, ang hassle talaga kapag may kakilala kang hindi mahilig magsalita. &lt;br /&gt;Narinig ko ang mahinang kulog at namataan ang dahan-dahang pagdilim ng kalangitan. "Patay, wala tayong payong!" Ngiwi ko. Mas lalo pa akong nataranta nang naramdaman ko ang isang patak ng tubig mula sa mga ulap. Nagsimula nang umulan. &lt;br /&gt;Parang gremlin na hindi mapakali at dali-dali mong binuksan ang iyong bag at nilagay ang songhits sa loob, tapos ay kumuha ng di-tuping payong. Binuksan mo ito at hinila ako. &lt;br /&gt;"Tara." &lt;br /&gt;Sumunod ako at gumawa ng isang malaking hakbang patungo sa kinalalagyan mo. Muntik na akong matapilok, pero nahawakan mo ako sa braso. &lt;br /&gt;"Salamat..." Pagtingin ko sa iyo at nakita kong nakangiti ka at binigyan ako ng maikling halik sa labi. &lt;br /&gt;"Tara na, hatid na kita sa boarding house." Narinig kong sigaw mo. Namalayan ko na lang na nasa tabing kalye ka na at ako ay nakatayo pa rin sa putikang pulilan. Dali-dali akong tumakbo papunta sa iyo. Sa pagkakataong ito, ako naman ang di nakaimik at nag-astang tuod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================&lt;br /&gt;o dba mapapa-“nyek” ka din?&lt;br /&gt;O dba parang toink lang tas wala na?&lt;br /&gt;O dba? Dba? Dba?&lt;br /&gt;Sumagot ka!&lt;br /&gt;Hehehe ^_^&lt;br /&gt;Tama na..ayokong mabuang ng tuluyan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uy…umuulan daw oh…cno kaya nakakarelate dun?&lt;br /&gt;Kc ung ibang tao malakas humirit ng malufet lalo na’t umuulan…&lt;br /&gt;Yiheeeee...&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehe ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111744141654593085?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111744141654593085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111744141654593085&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111744141654593085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111744141654593085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/05/perskiz.html' title='Perskiz'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111744028569698698</id><published>2005-05-30T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T16:05:49.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pren-ship..pren-ster..pren-ly..prens LANG</title><content type='html'>Ang tagal ko nang hindi nagpopost ng matinong entry dito kaya napagisip isip kong panahon na para lagyan ng laman ang blog kong ito na minsan kong naging takbuhan sa mga panahong wala akong magawa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakanangtutz..may into pang nalalaman! Hehehe charing lang un..^_^&lt;br /&gt;Etong chuvang toh eh matagal tagal na din sa pc ko..naghihintay lang ng tamang chempo kung kelan swak sa kin ang message..kaya lang..parang inamag na tong file na to kakahintay eh wala pa ring paggagamitan kaya ayan..maipost na nga lang d2 sa aking mala-storybook na blog ^_^ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;Nung una wala lang, parati lang kayong magkasama.. wala kasi kaibigan lang naman.. walang tinatago kahit kanino, kaya lakad dito, punta dun, pasama kahit saan.. ang sama sama mo pa nga sa kanya, kasi parang wala kang pakialam.. naiinis ka pa nga kung bakit ang kulit kulit nya sa isang araw nakakalimang tawag sya sayo.. wala lang kung anu ano lang &lt;br /&gt;pinaguusapan.. pagnagkikita naman ang lambing lambing nya sayo..ikaw pa naman yung taong hindi sanay sa ganon..kaya parati mo syang binabara.. tapos isang araw, mapapansin mo na lang na hinahanaphanap mo sya.. bigla ka na lang mapapangiti pag naaalala mo ang mga ginagawa nyo noon.. pagmagkaharap kayo napapansin mo na yung mga bagay na dati di mo nakikita.. ang tangos pala ng ilong nya, ang haba ng pilik mata..ang ganda pala nyang ngumiti, ang pula ng mga labi.. pagmagkasama kayo komportableng komportable ka.. alam mong binabantayan ka nya.. alam mong isa kang prinsesa.. alam mong walang mananakit sayo.. pero kung dati wala kang pakialam, ngayon lahat sayo may dahilan.. hindi ka lang mabati, bigyan ka lang ng kendi.. tanungin ka lang kung kumain ka na, hindi man lang tumawag malaking bagay na yun sayo! buong gabi tinatanong mo sarili mo BAKIT KAYA NYA GINAGAWA YUN? tapos sasabihin mo sa sarili mo, magkaibigan lang kayo! kaibigan lang ang tingin mo sa kanya.. kaibigan lang din ang tingin nya sayo.. oo nga naman magkaibigan kasi kami.. dadaan ang mga araw, magpapatuloy &lt;br /&gt;ang ganyan.. hindi mo maintindihan bakit ganun ang nararamdaman mo.. tapos sasabihin mo sa sarili mo, magkaibigan lang kayo! lahat ng &lt;br /&gt;nakapaligid sayo nagtatanong, nangaasar, nagungulit tinatanong kung ano ba talaga kayo.. paguwi mo sa bahay paghiga sa kama, hindi makatulog.. &lt;br /&gt;tatanungin mo din ang sarili mo ano ba talaga kami? tapos sasabihin mo sa sarili mo, magkaibigan lang kayo! tapos biglang mapapansin mo na lang na bigla syang nagbago.. hindi na parang nung dati, iniiwasan ka na nya.. hindi ka na kinakausap, ni di ka nga matingnan.. ano kaya ang nangyari, may ginawa ka ba na kinagalit nya? yan ang mga tanong na madalas na naiiwan sayo.. mga tanong na walang kasagutan.. kung meron man, isang tao lang ang makakasagot.. hindi ang bestfriend mo, hindi &lt;br /&gt;ang kapatid mo.. ang kaibigan mo lang..pero kaya mo bang itanong? tapos sasabihin mo kaibigan lang naman, gusto ko lang magtanong.. tapos bigla &lt;br /&gt;ka na lang matatakot..mahihiya..maiilang.. tapos sasabihin mo kaibigan lang naman.. biglang isang araw nagkaroon ka ng lakas ng loob na lapitan sya.. paglapit mo, di ka makapagsalita, di ka makatingin sa mata nya.. pero pinilit mo pa din, kahit mahirap.. palayo ka na, hindi mo na alam kung saan ka papunta.. naglalakad ka na parang tumatakbo, pero walang direksyon.. biglang hinawakan mo ang libro mo ng mahigpit &lt;br /&gt;at tumungo.. di mo inaasahang tumulo ang mga luha sa iyong mga mata, bigla kang natawa.. sabi ko nga kaibigan lang eh.. "&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;ok..isa na namang karagdagang chuva sa mga pang-sawi kong entries..sabi nga nila, it hurts to fall inlove with somone who only sees you as a friend,kc nga naman, … uhm…he only sees u as a friend..ang kulit mo eh..tsktsk..hehehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, next! Hanap muna ng bloggable chuva sa pc…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111744028569698698?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111744028569698698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111744028569698698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111744028569698698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111744028569698698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/05/pren-shippren-sterpren-lyprens-lang.html' title='pren-ship..pren-ster..pren-ly..prens LANG'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111673732250631003</id><published>2005-05-22T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-22T12:48:42.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after ten years...</title><content type='html'>...na-update ko na blog ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;yehey!&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;akalain mong may 22 na ngaun..ang tagal ko nang hindi nakapagreport ng over-analyzed random thoughts dito sa blog ko..&lt;br /&gt;bakit nga ba ako nagbblog ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;aba ewan ko ren..cguro para lang masabi na hindi ako ubod ng tamad na ayaw mag update ng blog o kaya naman eh para lang hindi ko aminin na napaka-ikli ng attention span ko..2lad na lang sa mga pag bblog..akalain mong lahat lahat ng entries ko before this eh ginawa ko from late april to early may...tapos...tadaaa..wala na..&lt;br /&gt;hehehe..bat kaya may mga taong maikli ang attention span?&lt;br /&gt;dahil ba mahirap makontento ang mga tulad ko sa mga bagay na routinary..[may ganung word dba?]&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;babay na..&lt;br /&gt;ayoko na..&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;ano kayang pedeng gawin?...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111673732250631003?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111673732250631003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111673732250631003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nakakarelate kau sa title ko..nakakatuwa ang araw na toh..as in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya lang wala akong ganang gumawa ng post ngaun..&lt;br /&gt;dahil may hangover pa ko sa faraout..&lt;br /&gt;kaya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa nyeeeehhh part 2 ko na lang isasalaysay ang mga pangyayari...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geLa^awt&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111538927109925188?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111538927109925188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111538927109925188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111538927109925188'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;ang saklap cguro pag nangyari to sa 22ong buhay..&lt;br /&gt;nung una, d ko magets kung bakit 'the best version' ang title neto..&lt;br /&gt;tapos nung natapos na,..ayun pala yun..&lt;br /&gt;kaya basahin mo na lang...&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The Best Version of You&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Manila International Airport, 2:00 am. It's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; been two years since she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; had last seen the Manila International Airport.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Not much has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Her last memory of this airport was when Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; dropped her off. She&lt;br /&gt;&gt; was on her way to New York to pursue a career&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in Wall Street.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Promise me something will you? Please don't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; get married until I come&lt;br /&gt;&gt; back?" She jokingly told him as she lifted up&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her backpack.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "LOL. Very funny. Ikaw ang mag-promise. Promise&lt;br /&gt;&gt; me you won't run off&lt;br /&gt;&gt; with some nerdy economist in the next two&lt;br /&gt;&gt; years."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Let's see, shall we. Bye, Miguel. I'll call&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you as soon I get to New York."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; That was her last memory in this place. The&lt;br /&gt;&gt; warm Manila air made her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; feel a bit restless and yet she feels excited.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; This is the first time&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in two years she'll be seeing Miguel again. She&lt;br /&gt;&gt; was thoughtfully going&lt;br /&gt;&gt; through the immigration counters, thinking of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; how much she missed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; seeing Miguel. How different would he be now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sure he sends her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; regular weekly e-mails and pictures but being&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the busy person that she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; had always been, she didn't get the time to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; chat with him and buy a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; webcam.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She's finally out. "Where is Miguel?" She&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wondered. "Ah there!" she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; exclaimed when she saw the silver gray Nissan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Patrol parked near the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; exit. TGW926. Yup, that's Miguel alright. Her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; heart was leaping ahead&lt;br /&gt;&gt; of her as the driver got off.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Hey! I missed you!" He said, as he hugged her.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "I missed you too. So much." She said, as she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hugged him back. It was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; warm. It felt good to be back. It felt great to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; feel his hug.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Let me get those." He said pointing at her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; luggage. "Then we'll have&lt;br /&gt;&gt; more time for hugging and chika."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Edsa, 4:30 am. Miguel's cellphone rings. Mama,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the name flashes on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; screen.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "You should really get that."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "No, you should get that. She's been waiting&lt;br /&gt;&gt; for you. She insist that&lt;br /&gt;&gt; we go straight to her after I pick you up form&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the airport. She also&lt;br /&gt;&gt; insist that you spend tomorrow with her."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Miguel was talking about her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; mother. Miguel was an only child and his mother&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wanted a daughter. She&lt;br /&gt;&gt; would often tell Bea that since she doesn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; have a mom anymore, she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; should let Tita Doris be her second mom. She&lt;br /&gt;&gt; loved Bea as if she were&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her own daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Hello? Yes, Tita. How are you nap po?... ah&lt;br /&gt;&gt; opo. Miguel already told&lt;br /&gt;&gt; me. Sige po. Okay po. I'll see you later." She&lt;br /&gt;&gt; turns off the phone and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; looks out the window. The phone rings again,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; this time the name&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Sugar" flashes on the screen. Hmmm, "Sugar."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; He was quick. He got a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hold of the phone and answered it. "Hello.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Yeah. Pauwi na. I'm with&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her na. Yeah. Tomorrow, I will. Promise. We'll&lt;br /&gt;&gt; see you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; We? Is that supposed to mean me and him? See&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sugar? Who is Sugar,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; anyway? "Who was that?" she couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;&gt; herself from asking. "Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ha?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "I'll introduce her tomorrow. Uwi muna tayo sa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; bahay. By the way,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kamusta na si Edward?" "Edward?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Oo, si Edward, naalala mo yung boyfriend na&lt;br /&gt;&gt; iniwan mo sa New York?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Anong klase ka ba namang girlfriend? Kaya hindi&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kita niligawan eh.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Baka makalimutan mo rin ako."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Ah si Edward. Hayun. Nasa New York." Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; has met Edward when he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; came to New York to give Bea a surprise visit.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; He seems a nice guy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Not the geeky economist Miguel pictured Bea&lt;br /&gt;&gt; would end up with. He is&lt;br /&gt;&gt; actually a cool guy and loves Bea a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "He called me up, a week ago, asking a lot of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; things about you. Parang&lt;br /&gt;&gt; may balak ata..."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Balak na?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Tell me, did he propose to you? He sounded&lt;br /&gt;&gt; like he was going to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; propose to you kasi."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Ah look, here we are at Tita Doris."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; At Tita Doris', 4:45 am. A pleasantly plump&lt;br /&gt;&gt; woman enters the living&lt;br /&gt;&gt; room. She was in her mid-fifties, a familiar&lt;br /&gt;&gt; warm smile and two open&lt;br /&gt;&gt; arms. She welcomed Bea, gave her a big hug and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kissed her on the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cheek. "Hay anak, kamusta ka na? Na-miss na&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kita. Pinakain ka ba nito&lt;br /&gt;&gt; si Miguel?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Opo, Tita." She looked around. Not much has&lt;br /&gt;&gt; changed in this house.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; She remembers spending her college days in this&lt;br /&gt;&gt; house. She remembers&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sinking into Tita Doris' arms when her mom&lt;br /&gt;&gt; died. She remembers only&lt;br /&gt;&gt; good things about this woman. She can't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; remember a time when she had&lt;br /&gt;&gt; been unkind to her and yes, she loves her like&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her own mother.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Iha, sabihan mo nga yang si Miguel. Sabihin mo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 'wag padalos-dalos&lt;br /&gt;&gt; magdesisyon."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Po?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Mama naman. Let Bea rest. I'll tell her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; everything tomorrow." Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; interrupted his mother before she can spill the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; beans.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Ha? What was that all about?" Bea was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Bukas na lang."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Okay. Tita, if it's okay I'll go rest now."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; She hugged her, and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; proceeded to climb the stairs. Miguel followed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her carrying her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; luggage.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Alam mo I missed this house. Uy sino ba si&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sugar? Tsaka bakit parang&lt;br /&gt;&gt; worried nanay mo sa iyo?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Bukas na. Sugar is having lunch here."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Hmmm, intriguing, pero sige. Bukas na." They&lt;br /&gt;&gt; were both standing as&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the door to the guest room. "Alam mo, it's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; really good to be back in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; this house. I'll see you tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tita Doris' 10:00 am. She woke up, sunlight&lt;br /&gt;&gt; flooding her bedroom. She&lt;br /&gt;&gt; was able to rest. She got up, arranged the bed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sheets and took a nice,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cold shower. Minutes later, she was down at the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; garden having brunch&lt;br /&gt;&gt; with Tita Doris.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Hi! Tita. Where is Miguel?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Sinundo si Sugar."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Sino ba yang Sugar na yan? Nai-intriga na&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ako."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Iha, I'll let Miguel tell you who Sugar is.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Promise me something,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; though. Whatever happens you'll always be my&lt;br /&gt;&gt; daughter, Bea?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She felt scared. Why was Tita Doris suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&gt; serious? "Opo naman."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Anyway, iha. I heard from Miguel your&lt;br /&gt;&gt; boyfriend sounded like he was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; going to propose a week ago. Did he propose?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bea looked at her hands, bare of any engagement&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ring. She looked at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tita Doris and smiled. Before she could answer,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Miguel showed up. With&lt;br /&gt;&gt; him is a woman she had not seen before. She was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; of medium frame,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; shoulder length hair and looked very feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Sugar, the sister I never had, Bea. Bea,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sugar, my fiancée`." It felt&lt;br /&gt;&gt; as if somebody had thrown cold water on her.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; His what? Blood rushed to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her head. She blushed. Her cheeks felt very&lt;br /&gt;&gt; warm. She couldn't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; swallow. Her heart beating a hundred beats per&lt;br /&gt;&gt; minute.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Your what?" She looked at Miguel, blushing&lt;br /&gt;&gt; then suddenly white as&lt;br /&gt;&gt; with shock. "I'm sorry, Sugar but this is quite&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a surprise. Miguel has&lt;br /&gt;&gt; never mentioned you in any of his e-mails," she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; said as she looked at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sugar with a confused look. She looked at Tita&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Doris, she looked back&lt;br /&gt;&gt; as if she was consoling her.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Yeah, I got engaged. I'm keeping my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'm getting married on&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Saturday. O di ba you're here so in essence&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I've kept my promise."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She managed to smile faintly. She hugged Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and congratulated him.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; She even managed to tell Sugar "You got a catch&lt;br /&gt;&gt; here, girl. Take good&lt;br /&gt;&gt; care of him or else I will snatch him under&lt;br /&gt;&gt; your nose." It sounded as&lt;br /&gt;&gt; if she was just joking, turning over a very&lt;br /&gt;&gt; important possession to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; it's next owner. In the deepest recesses of her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; person, she knew she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; meant it.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "He told me a lot of nice things about you."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Sugar said, smiling at&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her as if they had been friends for the longest&lt;br /&gt;&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "I'm sure he has."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Lunch was served. All of Bea's favorite&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Filipino dishes. She and Sugar&lt;br /&gt;&gt; spent time chatting the afternoon away, looking&lt;br /&gt;&gt; at Bea's and Miguel's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; college photos and yearbooks. She found out&lt;br /&gt;&gt; that Sugar likes most of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the things she does. They both came from the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; same high school. As she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; tried to get to know Sugar better during their&lt;br /&gt;&gt; afternoon chat, she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; realized that not only was she perfect for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Miguel, she also seemed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; like the best gal pal Bea could find. They&lt;br /&gt;&gt; talked about the wedding&lt;br /&gt;&gt; details, the dress, the ring, the shoes, the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; tiara. They like almost&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the same places, the same styles, the same&lt;br /&gt;&gt; shops. She told Sugar they&lt;br /&gt;&gt; should do shopping marathon together. Had it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; been another day, she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; would be telling herself that this is really a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; great opportunity to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; find someone who understands her shopping&lt;br /&gt;&gt; needs. Except that this is&lt;br /&gt;&gt; not one of those days... Except that this&lt;br /&gt;&gt; woman, this perfect,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; feminine girlfriend was Miguel's fiancée`.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bea's phone rings. The name Boyfriend flashes.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "You should really get that" Sugar told Bea.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Yeah, I guess I should. Hello? Yes? I'm good.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'm here at Miguel's.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Oh I have in front of me Sugar, Miguel's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; fiancée`." The words almost&lt;br /&gt;&gt; got stuck in her throat, but she still managed&lt;br /&gt;&gt; to give Sugar a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Listen, I'll call you later. I have very good&lt;br /&gt;&gt; news for you."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Miguel sat down beside Bea. Sugar was looking&lt;br /&gt;&gt; at them and asked "So&lt;br /&gt;&gt; tell me? Was there never a time the two of you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; were more than&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Platonic?" Bea and Miguel looked at each other&lt;br /&gt;&gt; then looked at their&lt;br /&gt;&gt; own hands. Miguel's gaze turned to Sugar. He&lt;br /&gt;&gt; answered "Of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bea and I were never like that."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "As in?" Sugar inquired.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "LOL, oo naman. She was a handful. Too much to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; handle for me. I can't&lt;br /&gt;&gt; keep up with her. She never stands still."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Miguel looked at Bea and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; smiled, his eyes turning into slits as his&lt;br /&gt;&gt; dimples gloriously show.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "I guess that's the way it is for you. But not&lt;br /&gt;&gt; for Edward." Bea replied,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; with a little hint of disappointment.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Well, Edward is tough enough." Miguel was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; still smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Wait, speaking of Edward. I need to call him."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bea left the garden and went up to her room to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; call Edward. "Hello?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Edward. Here goes. Yes. The answer is Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; *********&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; The wedding went well. It was one of the most&lt;br /&gt;&gt; elegant weddings she had&lt;br /&gt;&gt; seen. Sugar had everything covered and she was&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a very beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; blushing bride.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "I, Miguel, take you, Sugar, as my friend and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; love, beside me and&lt;br /&gt;&gt; apart from me, in laughter and in tears, in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; conflict and tranquility,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; asking that you be no other than yourself, love&lt;br /&gt;&gt; what I know of you,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; trusting what I do not know yet, in all the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ways that life may find&lt;br /&gt;&gt; us."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bea felt a stab of pain hitting her heart. She&lt;br /&gt;&gt; slowly got up, walked&lt;br /&gt;&gt; away from the spectators. Tears streaming down&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her flushed cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; **********&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bea is once again on her way to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Miguel is driving for&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her, this time with a wedding ring on his left&lt;br /&gt;&gt; finger.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Hay, here we go again. I'm driving you to the&lt;br /&gt;&gt; airport. Kailan na&lt;br /&gt;&gt; naman kaya tao magkikita?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Ewan ko. Tell me something," her tone all too&lt;br /&gt;&gt; serious. "What was it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; that you love about Sugar? How did you know she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; was the one?" Miguel&lt;br /&gt;&gt; just smiled. "Dali na ano? Malay mo I need to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; decide in a couple of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; days di ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "You know what I love about her? The same&lt;br /&gt;&gt; things I loved about you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; before. The only difference is that she's not&lt;br /&gt;&gt; as ambitious as you are.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; When you left for New York two years ago, I&lt;br /&gt;&gt; knew I don't have a place&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in the life you've chosen. I don't blame you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; for that. You're good in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; your field and I thought to myself that it's&lt;br /&gt;&gt; your right to move on&lt;br /&gt;&gt; without me. Moving away was a decision you made&lt;br /&gt;&gt; for yourself. I know&lt;br /&gt;&gt; this sounds silly and you might nag me about it&lt;br /&gt;&gt; but I found the better&lt;br /&gt;&gt; version of you in Sugar. She's so much like you&lt;br /&gt;&gt; in so many ways but&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the only difference is she loves me more than&lt;br /&gt;&gt; you do."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; She wanted to cry the tears she had kept as he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; witnessed him say his&lt;br /&gt;&gt; vows, but kept her composure. She just chuckled&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a laugh. How could he&lt;br /&gt;&gt; move on without her? Why was it easy for him&lt;br /&gt;&gt; and not for her? As she&lt;br /&gt;&gt; got off the car, she gave Miguel one last hug.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; This time she felt her&lt;br /&gt;&gt; heart heavy.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "I guess this is goodbye?" she told Miguel.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; "Wait, I'm not letting you out until you answer&lt;br /&gt;&gt; question. Did Edward&lt;br /&gt;&gt; propose?"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Bea showed Miguel her left hand. In it was a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; one carat diamond&lt;br /&gt;&gt; solitaire ring set in platinum. "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&gt; Miguel let out a sigh and congratulated her. As&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Miguel turned his gaze&lt;br /&gt;&gt; from the steering wheel to Bea's face, he saw a&lt;br /&gt;&gt; single tear fall from&lt;br /&gt;&gt; her right eye and then she said, "If it gives&lt;br /&gt;&gt; any consolation. Edward&lt;br /&gt;&gt; is the best version of you that I can find in&lt;br /&gt;&gt; New York."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111528593734388643?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111528593734388643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111528593734388643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111528593734388643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111528593734388643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/05/better-version-vs-best-version.html' title='better version vs. best version'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111522655921733901</id><published>2005-05-05T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T01:09:19.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hypertime!</title><content type='html'>nasubukan mo na bang umakyat sa pinakamataas na floor ng mall, huminto sa paglalakad at magmasid ng mga tao sa paligid? Nakakatuwang isipin na kahit gaano man magkakalapit ang mga mundo nila sa panahong iyon, eh siyang pinagkalayo at pinagkaiba ng mga tumatakbo sa mga isipan nila…ung iba nagmamadali..ung iba nakayuko para magtext..ung iba naman parang tuluyan nang walang pakialam sa nangyayari sa paligid nila…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iyon ang ginawa ko nang minsang madatnan ko ang sarili kong walang pinagaaksayahan ng panahon habang nasa mall. I was left with nothing better to do…kaya naman ayan, pinagmasdan ko ang mumunting mga mundo ng mga tao sa ibaba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa…para bang ang lahat ng nasa paligid ko ay tumatakbo sa hypertime habang ako ay tahimik na nanonood—pa-easy-easy lang. Parang napaka-peaceful…napaisip tuloy ako, “ang sarap cguro ng ganitong buhay”…kaya tuloy sa gitna ng aking pagka-aliw at pagmumuni-muni, napaisip ako kung ano naman kaya ang iniicp ng mga taong ito na para bang naka-hypertime ang kilos. O baka akalain mo naka-drugs ako…hinde ah…at chaka hinde kailan man…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun na nga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano kaya ang iniicp nitong aleng may hila-hilang umaatungal na bata habang pumapalakat na kita na ang ngala-ngala?&lt;br /&gt;     * putres na bata ito ah! Nakakahiya sa ibang tao! Kung anu-ano ang ipinapabili eh    wala na nga kaming pera para sa pamasahe…may pa-gundam-gundam pang nalalaman! Buti pa tong sosyalera, pashopping-shopping nalang… &lt;br /&gt;     ** anubanaman tong nanay ko…ang sakit na ng ngala-ngala ko kakasigaw eh deadma parin at tuloy-tuloy lang sa paglalakad na parang wala siyang hila-hilang makulit na anak na tulad ko. Ayaw pa kasi akong ibili ng gundam eh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano naman kaya ang iniicp nitong twenty-something na sosyalerang naghahalungkat sa mga nakasabit na damit sa 1:15?&lt;br /&gt;     *oh my goodness! How cute naman this top! It’s so like the hottest fashion in New York sabi ng friend ko who’s one of the elite there sa New York nga. At chaka it’s so bongga when I get to make pakita this top to my other sosyalera friends later sa CPK where we’ll have our dinner and then yadda yadda yadda…ay next time ko na lang pala iba-buy toh coz hnd ko pla nadala the credit card of my dad… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano naman kaya ang iniicp nitong saleslady sa 1:15 na isang store sa loob ng mall?&lt;br /&gt;      *sa araw araw na lang na ginawa ni Lord, lagi na lang akong nakatayo at nag-aayos ng mga panindang hinahalukay ng mga customer na wala naman pala talagang bibilhin! Kala mo kung cnong makapaghalungkat at makapagsukat…sabay aalis ng walang binili?!hay.. Tinubuan na ng panibagong ugat ang mga ugat sa binti ko ah! Eto pang c Mokong Manliligaw, walang ibang alam na gawin kundi ang tumambay at gumala sa mall! Hay, ang tagal naman ng lunchbreak…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano naman kaya ang iniicp nitong twenty-something na di gaanong sosyalerang nakatayo sa harap ng 1:15 kung saan may isa pang sosyalerang babaeng naghahalungkat ng mga nakasabit na damit?&lt;br /&gt;      *sus talaga tong sosyalerang to oh…wala nang mapagwaldasan ng pera kaya kala mo aabutan cia ng gera paglabas ng tindahan kaya kelangang mag-imbak ng saaaangkatutak na branded na damit…aba teka, lumabs ng walang bitbit na pinamili?!…walah ano bang gs2 nitong mamang kanina pa pabalik-balik sa harap ko?!…nagpapacute ba toh o ano?!…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano naman kaya ang iniicp nitong isang lalaking parang lipad ang utak na kaninang kanina pa nagpapabalik-balik sa floor na ‘to?&lt;br /&gt;      *haaay ngaun na kaya ang maswerteng araw ko?…ang araw kung kailan  makikilala ko na ang tunay na babaeng papakasalan at mamahalin ng habambuhay?! Pagod na ko sa kakahintay ah…aba lunchbreak na pala ni honeybunch… naku sermon session na naman ang bagsak nito…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano naman kaya ang iniicp itext nitong teenager na kanina pa kumakaripas ang daliri kakapindot sa keypad tapos magkakamot ng ulo at chaka ulit kakaripas ng pagtetext?&lt;br /&gt; *oi mga tol pare dude! Gala naman tayo…bored na ako sa [clear..clear..clear]&lt;br /&gt; *oi mga tol pare dude! Wanna hav cofi l8r? [clear..clear..clear]&lt;br /&gt;        *oi mga tol pare dude! Let’s go bar hopping later. Usual tambayan tau kita ki[clear..clear..clear]  &lt;br /&gt;        *dude! Please lang puntahan nio ko sa mall. Kelangan ko ng kausap. Nagbreak na kami ni Dette [message sent]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano naman kaya ang iniicp ng taong nagbbasa ng blog ko ngaun?&lt;br /&gt; *anubatoh?! Paki ko ba sa mga buhay-buhay ng mga taong d ko naman kilala?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun na nga..minsan kc wala tayong paki-alam sa mga nangyayari at nararamdaman ng mga tao sa paligid natin…kaya minsan, maganda rin that we stop and take a look around us…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may mga kanya2 tayong dinadalang problema kaya hindi naman maganda kung ibubunton mo pa ang mga sama ng loob mo sa ibang tao… lalo na kung whining ang pangbungad mo sa taong yun…well, unless cnabi nila na ok lang at handa clang makinig sa sari-saring kabadtripan na nangyari sa buhay mo eh ayun go shoot ka na… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at chaka pag may nakapagcause ng kabadtripan mo at nafi-feel mong dahan-dahang nagsisimulang gumana ang biatch mode mo eh icipin mong ‘wag na, makakadagdag pa toh sa mga iniicp ng ibang tao’…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ang moral of the story…&lt;br /&gt;be sensitive of the feelings of others…hindi lang ikaw ang may problema at namomroblema kaya quit whining especially over shallow things…ah basta quit whining.period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa madaling salita:&lt;br /&gt;shut up ka na lang kung wala kang magandang sasabihin at ikaaayos ng buhay mo o ng ibang tao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…ayan ang epekto pag mainit ang panahon at nagdesisyon kang pumunta sa mall upang tumambay kahit na wala ka naman talagang perang pang-gastos kaya iisipin mong umakyat na lang sa pinakamataas na floor ng mall, huminto sa paglalakad at magmasid ng mga tao sa paligid sa pagbabakasakaling may matino kang maiicp na pwede mong maisulat sa blog…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111522655921733901?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111522655921733901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111522655921733901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111522655921733901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111522655921733901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/05/hypertime.html' title='Hypertime!'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111505654743560215</id><published>2005-05-03T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T01:55:47.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang mIRC....bow..</title><content type='html'>sa dinami-dami ng means of communication ngaun, bakit pag-chachat pa ang napili ng karamihan?..bat nga ba andaming chatters sa umaga na parang pagmulat ng mata eh 'connect to server' na ang hinahap?..at chaka sa tanghali na parang mas uunahin pa ang pakikipagchikahan sa monitor at keyboard kesa pagkain ng lunch o minsan naman eh natututong magmultitasking: type ng onti, kain ng onti, type ng mahaba-haba, kain ng madami-dami, type, type, type..hanggang sa nakalimutan nang kumain...eh sa hapon? eh pano naman sa gabi na parang hnd na tinamaan ng antok kakatype ng 'weebee' para i-welcome back ang mga katulad niyang chatter na nakaalis at nakabalik na eh laman pa rin cia ng channel na un..o eh pag sa madaling araw na parang nakatilaok na ang manok eh chaka pa lang magtatype ng 'gtg.balik ulit me later.' naku eh ano pa nga ba ang bago eh un na ung routine na ginagawa nia sa araw araw na ginawa ni Lord... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano naman kaya ang kabutihang nadudulot ng pagchachat sa mga buhay nila? ubos na nga ang internet card, yari ka pa sa electric bill dahil buong araw at gabing nakabukas ang pc, pagod pa ang mata at daliri, sakit pa ng pwet mo kakaupo sa harap ng pc, pag minamalas ka pa eh magkakastiffneck ka pa at pag sadyang wala ka na talagang ibang ginawa kundi ang magchat eh mapapanis pa ang laway mo ng di mo namamalayan..ang saklap dba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano naman kaya ang kabutihang nadudulot ng pagchachat sa mga buhay nila? aba meron noh..xempre s chat lang nagkakasama-sama ang magkakabatch sa mga panahong tulad nito na di na cla regularly nagkikita kung san pede umepal ang kahit na sino sa pinaguusapan ng iba..feel free to join in the conversation baga..at xempre dun kayo magkaka-update-an sa mga buhay ng isa't isa..o kaya naman eh pag may announcement ka na kelangan mapakalat within one hour, eh sa mIRC ka na pumunta..solb ang problema mo..kahit ung mga hindi dapat iinform eh naiinform na rin ng di oras eh..tapos kung may tao kang gustong hanapin, punta ka lang din sa mIRC at magtanong sa mga taongbahay ng channel na yon kung napadaan si ganito o si ganyan..kung medyo advance naman ang nalalalaman mo sa buhay eh gamitin mo na ang hulog ng langit na '!seen' o dba, may person finder ka pa?! eto pa nakakaaliw, sa chat mo makakausap ang mga taong hindi mo na maalalang buhay pa pala..tulad na lang ng taong naging classmate mo na hindi mo na ulit nakausap at ayun na nga after four years eh chaka lang kau ulit nakapagkulitan..reunited ang title ng episode nio sakaling ipalabas sa magpakailanman o sa MMK ang lifestory niong dalawa (with special thanks to mIRC xempre)..o dba amazing?.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai naku obvious naman cguro na no match ung katuwaang dala ng pagchachat dba? eh makapagkulitan lang kayo sa channel nio &lt;go #05ers hehe&gt; eh tanggal na ang burden na 'naku paubos na internet card ko!!'...o kaya naman eh pag nakita mong '*insert special someone's name here* has joined #channel' eh pumapalakpak na ung tenga mo sa tuwa at tanggal ang sakit ng pwet mo...o kaya naman kahit na merong hinayupak na mag-pm sayo at mag-flood ng window mo na sasabihing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;hinayupak&gt; ei ctc!!!!!??????&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;hinayupak&gt; ei ctc!!!!!?????? &lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;hinayupak&gt; ei ctc!!!!!?????? &lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;hinayupak&gt; got pics?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;hinayupak&gt; got pics?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;hinayupak&gt; got pics?!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...na parang di mo malaman kung gusto kang dulingin sa mga tanong nia.. o kaya naman eh pasmado cia kaya tatlong beses nia napipindot ang enter key..o kaya naman eh sadyang nangaasar lang.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kabila ng lahat eh cool ka pa rin dahil alam mong sa isang pindot lang para lumipat ng channel eh anjan ang mga friends mong kachikahan na come what may..kesho umulan, umaraw, bumagyo at magkatsunami man eh anjan lang para magsabi ng &lt;br /&gt;'hi all' / 'weebee' / 'lolz' / 'musta na' at 'ctc?'&lt;br /&gt;...at never na mag 'gtg'..through thick and thin na 'to dude..magkikita at magkikita parin tau..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pano ba yan, kita-kitz na lang sa #05ers, mga labs kong kabatch sa masci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kaya sa #uste para sa mga taong makakasalubong ko sa campus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o kaya sa #kapitbahay para sa mga adik sa trivia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Connecting to  Elsene.Be.Eu.undernet.org (6667)&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the UnderNet IRC Network&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111505654743560215?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111505654743560215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111505654743560215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111505654743560215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111505654743560215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/05/ang-mircbow.html' title='Ang mIRC....bow..'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111504244858939210</id><published>2005-05-02T21:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T22:00:48.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet FLUFFY  LIZARDHEAD (a.k.a. geLa)</title><content type='html'>our names are somehow connected to our personalities..&lt;br /&gt;believe it or not, ang mga names na bnigay ng ating mga parents ntn ay nagrereflect ng pagkatao natin.d ko lam kung baket pero basta ganun yun..&lt;br /&gt;try nio tingnan ung book of babies' names tas i-look up nio ung meaning nung names nio at ayun na nga..may konek cia sa kung ano ka ngaun..&lt;br /&gt;ok tama na..let's get to the fun part..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balita ko kc may bagong way na of naming people eh..&lt;br /&gt;well, nag-aapply lang un sa mga uto-uto at mababaw ang kaligayahan na katulad ko..&lt;br /&gt;tingnan nio, ako si...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;c&gt;FLUFFY LIZARDHEAD&lt;/c&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahehe dba bongga ang combination?&lt;br /&gt;san ka naman nakakita ng fluffy na ulo ng butiki? &lt;br /&gt;gudlak naman sa paghahanap mo..ako lang un..&lt;br /&gt;kaya san ka pa?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ayan game na..tingnan mo kung cno ka sa mapagkunwaring buhay..&lt;br /&gt;pag naaliw ka, lagay mo sa tag board para maipangalandakan mo sa mga tao na ikaw si ganun..o dba? hnd lang ikaw ung naaliw?..pati kame!! yehey! hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o cge game na!&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;Use the third letter of your first name to&lt;br /&gt;determine your new first name:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a = poopsie b = lumpy c = buttercup&lt;br /&gt;d = gadget e = crusty f = greasy&lt;br /&gt;g = fluffy h = cheeseball i = chim-chim&lt;br /&gt;j = stinky k = flunky l = bootie&lt;br /&gt;m = pinky n = zippy o = goober&lt;br /&gt;p = doofus q = slimy r = loopy&lt;br /&gt;s = snotty t = tootie u = dorkey&lt;br /&gt;v = squeezit w = oprah x = skipper&lt;br /&gt;y = dinky z = zsa-zsa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the second letter of your last name to&lt;br /&gt;determine the first half of your new last name:&lt;br /&gt;a = apple b = toilet c = giggle&lt;br /&gt;d = burger e = girdle f = barf&lt;br /&gt;g = lizard h = waffle i = cootie&lt;br /&gt;j = monkey k = potty l = liver&lt;br /&gt;m = banana n = rhino o = bubble&lt;br /&gt;p = hamster q = toad r = gizzard&lt;br /&gt;s = pizza t = gerbil u = chicken&lt;br /&gt;v = pickle w = chuckle x = tofu&lt;br /&gt;y = gorilla z = stinker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use the fourth letter of your last name to&lt;br /&gt;determine the second half of your new last name:&lt;br /&gt;a = head b = mouth c = face&lt;br /&gt;d = nose e = tush f = breath&lt;br /&gt;g = pants h = shorts i = lips&lt;br /&gt;j = honker k = butt l = brain&lt;br /&gt;m = tushie n = biscuits o = hiney&lt;br /&gt;p = chunks q = toes r = buns&lt;br /&gt;s = fanny t = sniffer u = sprinkles&lt;br /&gt;v = kisser w = squirt x = humperdinck&lt;br /&gt;y = brains z = juice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111504244858939210?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111504244858939210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111504244858939210&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111504244858939210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111504244858939210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/05/meet-fluffy-lizardhead-aka-gela.html' title='meet FLUFFY  LIZARDHEAD (a.k.a. geLa)'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111484738609843016</id><published>2005-05-01T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T16:01:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang lakas!</title><content type='html'>"I have come to realize he is just a guy. A great one, maybe, but he will never be mine. And I don't need to do things to make him love me. Because if he wanted to, he would.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o davah ang lakas ng tama?! hehehe aus noh? tama nga naman. love comes naturally, hindi na kelangan i-force pa. we dont have to do things in order for that other person to love us because if he wanted to, indeed, he would.kc if he's not for you then he's not for you..wag na maging pasaway at ipagpilitan pa ang bagay na hindi naman tlga..pero if ever man, mahirap din namn if the other person learns to love the person whom he thinks you are but in fact, is and was never you, to begin with..&lt;br /&gt;no matter how many great guys we meet, kahit feeling mo eh nauubusan ka na ng choices by the minute, the last time i checked, 1 is to 4 ang ratio ng guys to girls so cguro iniicp mo na when your time comes, baka 1 is to 8 na noh? hehe possible but not likely..&lt;br /&gt;we may have a few bad traits, well, cguro for some, a handful of bad traits pero i believe na there's this one person who's out there--ready to accept the real you--as in the whole package in its entirety..100% na ikaw..&lt;br /&gt;kaya dont get tired of waiting for the right person and for the right time to come..kc surely it will..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero bat may mga old maid?!&lt;br /&gt;...kasi choice nila un..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ang masasabi ko lang, walang formula when it comes to love..&lt;br /&gt;walang theory ang 100% foolproof when it comes to love..&lt;br /&gt;all you've got is your instincts, beybeh...[wahehe]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at chaka cno ba naman ako para mag dish out ng advice eh kahit ako nga walang first-hand experience sa bagay na un..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya cge..d2 lang muna ako..&lt;br /&gt;naghihintay, nag-aabang&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111484738609843016?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111484738609843016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111484738609843016&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111484738609843016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111484738609843016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/04/ang-lakas.html' title='ang lakas!'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111478570485657225</id><published>2005-04-30T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:41:44.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Astiging Storya [part1]</title><content type='html'>sobrang naaliw ako d2 sa article na toh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;Kanya-kanyang Tanong (Kitakits sa Mcdo)&lt;br /&gt;Contributed by tukneneng (Edited by blue_kuko)   &lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, April 05, 2005 @ 03:55:14 PM&lt;br /&gt;galing nga pla toh sa peyups..&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;“Jayson, si Vicky ‘yun ‘di ba?” &lt;br /&gt;Halos malaglag ako sa kinauupuan ko nang marinig ko ang sinabi niya. Si Vicky nga ba? &lt;br /&gt;“Asan?” &lt;br /&gt;Hayun, naglalakad sa labas. Papalapit na nga dito eh, tumatawid na sa pedestrian lane. Teka, parang iba. Wala na ‘yung buhok niyang hanggang baywang. Boy-cut na. Ayan na, ayan na! Sabay isinubsob ko ang sarili ko sa kinakain kong french fries. Baka makita niya ako. Huwag ngayon. Huwag muna ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;“O pare, bakit ka nagtatago diyan?” &lt;br /&gt;“Sh*t ka, Jake…” &lt;br /&gt;Teka, bakit nga ba ako nagpapakatangang nagtatago rito? &lt;br /&gt;Si Vicky ang first girlfriend ko. Antagal din namin, halos apat na taon. Hanggang ngayon, ‘di ko pa rin maintindihan kung bakit ko ba naisipang pumayag na makipag-break. ‘Di ko rin inaasahan ‘yun. Parang nabasa niya ang utak ko nang tanungin niya ako kung napapagod na ba ako sa ganun. Palagi na lang kasi kaming nagtatalo, madalas puro kababawan pa. Parang ‘di niya naiintindihan. Tapos parang bata pa kung tumakbo ang utak niya. Sabagay, tatlong taon din naman ang itinanda ko sa kanya. Antigas ng ulo. Nakakairita. &lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, dalawang buwan na kaming hindi nag-uusap. Walang tawagan o text man lang. Ewan ko ba, parang nagpapatigasan kami. Eh anong sasabihin ko? ‘Di ko rin alam eh. ‘Di ko alam kung paano ko sasabihing mahal ko pa rin siya. &lt;br /&gt;Paano? Masyado siyang mabilis. Tingnan mo nga o, dinaanan lang kami dito. &lt;br /&gt;Napatitig ako sa kawalan ng ilang minuto bago ko ibinaon ang mukha ko sa aking mga palad. &lt;br /&gt;“Sh*t, Jake…” &lt;br /&gt;Naramdaman kong pinisil niya ang braso ko. “Kaya mo ‘yan, pare,” ang pabiro niyang sabi. &lt;br /&gt;Kaya ko ‘to. &lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;Ang init naman! Sa McDo kaya ako maglunch. Para aircon. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Ow sh*t, si Jake ‘yun ah? At mas lalong sh*t. Kasama niya si Jayson. Paano na ba ‘to, masyadong obvious kung babalik pa ako, eh nakatawid na ako. Dederetso na nga lang ako. Pasimple na lang, kunwari ‘di ko sila nakita. Basta, huwag ngayon. Huwag muna ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;Teka, bakit nga ba ako nagpapakahirap na umiwas sa kanya? &lt;br /&gt;Si Jayson ang unang boyfriend ko. Matagal din kami. Naging masaya naman ako sa kanya, kasi pakiramdam ko alagang-alaga talaga ako sa kanya. Ah basta, masaya lahat. Nakakalungkot nga lang na humantong kami sa ganito. &lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba, pero napansin ko na lang na parang nagbago na siya. Parang ‘di na siya katulad ng dati na palaging siya ang umaamo sa akin kapag nag-aaway kami. ‘Yung huli nga, nasigawan pa niya ako. Sa mga sinabi niya, ang labas, para akong pasanin sa kanya na mahirap dalhin. &lt;br /&gt;‘Di ko alam kung anong pumasok sa kukote ko at tinanong ko pa siya kung ayaw na niya. Basta, para kasing kahit anong gawin namin eh ‘di na talaga kami nagkakasundo. Kaya binigay ko na lang sa kanya ‘yun. &lt;br /&gt;Alam ko ‘yun, ‘di naman ako manhid. Pinakawalan ko siya. &lt;br /&gt;Kung sa akin lang, ‘di ko naman talaga gusto ‘yun. Pero alam kong ‘yun ang kailangan niya. ‘Yun din ang gusto niya. Kaya sige, kunwari unaffected na lang ako. ‘Di naman ako patatalo nang ganun-ganun lang ‘no. ‘Di ako nagpakita ng luha. Pinakita kong gusto ko rin ‘yun para hindi na siya mahirapan. Sa akin na lang ‘yun. &lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, halos dalawang buwan na kaming ‘di nag-uusap. Walang pansinan. Eh ano pa bang sasabihin ko? Ayoko namang kainin lahat ng sinabi ko sa kanya. Ubos na ang panahon ko para gawin pa ‘yun, kumbaga sa computer game eh game over na ako. Na walang continue o try again. &lt;br /&gt;Anong sasabihin ko, na mahal ko pa rin siya? Nye. Gudlak na lang sa akin kung tatamaan pa siya dun. Tingnan mo nga, parang wala na talaga siyang paki. May bago kaya siyang GF? Ewan, eh mukha na kasi siyang masaya eh. Hahayaan ko na lang siya. &lt;br /&gt;Dito na nga lang ako dadaan. Teka, sige na nga, maitext nga si Jake. Mangungumusta lang. Hala sige, pindot. &lt;br /&gt;Message sent. &lt;br /&gt;****** &lt;br /&gt;“Jayson, si Vicky ‘yun ‘di ba?” &lt;br /&gt;Waw. Kakaiba. Anong nangyari sa buhok nun?! Naubos ah. Parang mas mahaba na ngayon ang buhok ko sa kanya. Pero okey naman, bagay pa rin naman. Maganda pa rin siya. &lt;br /&gt;“O pare, bakit ka nagtatago diyan?” &lt;br /&gt;“Sh*t ka, Jake…” &lt;br /&gt;Mas sh*t ka. &lt;br /&gt;Akala mo ‘di ko alam kung gaano mo siya nasaktan? Jackpot ka na sa kanya eh, tapos pinakawalan mo pa. Oo, ‘di ko alam ang buong kwento ninyo, alam kong ang mga sinasabi niya sa akin ay ang mga bagay lang na gusto niyang sabihin para ang kalabasan ay hindi lang ikaw ang nasa mali. Inamin niya ang mga bagay na ‘di niya ginawa o dapat ay ginawa niya para sa’yo. Pero ang alam ko, sinaktan mo siya. &lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba kasi ayaw mo siyang kausapin? Konting lunok lang naman sa pride ang kailangan mo eh. ‘Di ba sabi mo sa akin, mahal mo pa rin siya? &lt;br /&gt;Teka, bakit nga ba ako nagagalit sa iyo? &lt;br /&gt;Simple lang naman. Dahil kaya mong itapon nang basta-basta ang pagmamahal na kailanman ay alam kong ‘di ko makukuha. &lt;br /&gt;Nagmamahal din ako. Pero pinilit kong itago, dahil alam kong walang babalik sa akin. Kasi, andiyan ka. &lt;br /&gt;Nung Sabado lang nang nagpasama siya sa akin para lumabas, pinalutang ng alak ang pinakatatago ko. Ang tinangka kong nakawing halik ay kusa niyang ibinigay. &lt;br /&gt;Akala ko nun ayun na, pero “sorry” daw. Sori, lasing na rin yata ako eh. Sori, mali. Sori, ‘di ko dapat ginawa ‘yun. Anak ng p*cha! Ikaw pa rin ang iniisip niya. Ikaw pa rin ang mahal niya. Ano ba naman ang laban ko sa’yo? Ano ba naman ang binatbat ko sa apat na taon ninyo? &lt;br /&gt;Toot, toot. Toot, toot. &lt;br /&gt;Si Vicky. &lt;br /&gt;hi… nakita ko kayo sa mcdo.Ü&lt;br /&gt;so, musta? eh si jays, musta nmn?Ü &lt;br /&gt;“Sh*t, Jake…” &lt;br /&gt;‘Di ko alam ang sasabihin ko sa iyo. Mabuti na rin sigurong huwag ko na munang ipaalam sa iyo na hanggang ngayon ay kinukumusta ka niya palagi sa akin. Sorry pare, kaibigan kita, pero ‘di ko talaga alam kung anong sasabihin ko sa iyo ngayon. &lt;br /&gt;“Kaya mo ‘yan, pare,” ang pabiro kong sabi. &lt;br /&gt;Ako rin, kaya ko ‘to.&lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;o dba astigin? pag may alam pa kayong ibang stories/articles na parang gan2 din ang way ng pagsulat eh sabihin nio saken ok? para hindi lang kau ang enjoy..akoh ren! hehehe ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111478570485657225?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111478570485657225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111478570485657225&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111478570485657225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111478570485657225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/04/astiging-storya-part1.html' title='Astiging Storya [part1]'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111476049315358135</id><published>2005-04-29T06:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T15:41:33.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang sakit ng katawan ko...</title><content type='html'>hay grabe ang sakit ng right side ng katawan ko..[bat kaya ryt syd lang? ewan abnormal ata tong katawan ko..] nagbadminton ako kanina wid kate sa whacker's world..tas kahapon naman kasama ko naman ang aking mga sis dun sa whacker's world..bakit nga ba whacker's world ang tawag sa badminton center sa may service road?...cguro dahil whack dito whack doon..[kaya tuloy malamang whack din ako sa kama ko mamaya..wahehe] kahit na 2 hrs lang ako nakipag whack-whack-an kay kate kanina eh..huwaw..ansakit ng arms at legs ko..kahapon pa nga lang masakit na eh tas pasaway pa..nagkataon pang schedule ko ng last actual driving lessons kahapon..aba 2 hours pa..kung d ka nga naman tinotorture..anyway tama na ang usapang pang-wha-whack..next week na ulit ang whacking sessions namin ni kate kaya kung gusto mong sumama eh, txt mo lang ako at kita kitz tau don..^_^ alam nio naman, madali akong kausap..^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung naghahanap ka ng sulit o sobra sa sulit na lunch matapos  magbadminton tulad ko kahapon eh..solb na solb ka na sa foodcourt ng smb lalo na kung sa chicken company ka bibili..biruin mo ba naman..may 2 big parts ng breaded chicken ka na..may rice ka pa..may chicken soup ka rin..at may mixed veggies pa on the side...but that's not all! if you call us right now, we'll include this amazing...[-=ngak naging home tv shopping..naalala ko tuloy c gracie at ruben habang sabay nilang nirerecite ng walang sablay ang spiel nung taga home tv shopping na nagbebenta ng wonder knife o wonder chef nga ba un..[o wonder..bra?!..]na kulang na lang talaga eh sila na ung pumalit dun sa trabaho nung taong un..=-] anyway..ung meal nga pala eh may kasama pang ice cream..all for P60..o dba amazing tlga? san ka pa? hehe.. ganyan tlga pag low budget..kelangan humanap ng paraan..d kasi pwedeng laging mag gloria jean's eh..wahehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai naku tapos na ang actual driving lessons ko sa A1..mamimiss ko cguro yun..chaka 22o pla na nakakaboost tlga ng confidence pag nag enroll sa drving school. ksi naman dati nagddrive na tlga ko before nagenroll sa A1..forever na akong gumagala sa subdivision at sa may fasttrack at sa may smb..pero hanggang dun lang ako..tapos nung nag driving school..huwaw..hataw..hehe service road, sucat road sama mo pa ang rocky road..ngak..pero pramis masaya..hehe..tas nung last day, nakarating nako sa las piñas kung saan pasaway ang mga taong naglalakad supposedly sa sidewalk eh pati half ng kalsada na-occupy na..well, isang part lang naman ng las piñas un..pero kahit pasaway parin..tas ung instructor, bnigyan pako ng libreng tour sa las piñas..exit 'to ng ano tas eto papuntang ano tas eto ung daanan kung gusto mong makarating sa ano ng mabilis tas eto ung bamboo organ church [o church ng bamboo organ..o basta ung church kung san nandon ung bamboo organ]..hehe kwela kc ung instructor ko kaya ayun ayos ang 2 hours..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teka masakit na tlga ang katawan ko kaya...&lt;br /&gt;....kaya magchachat na lang ako..wahehe..tama! hehehe tama tlaga un...^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111476049315358135?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111476049315358135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111476049315358135&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111476049315358135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111476049315358135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/04/ang-sakit-ng-katawan-ko.html' title='ang sakit ng katawan ko...'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111459715722583793</id><published>2005-04-27T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T22:42:31.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardest things in life</title><content type='html'>oo tama kelangan meron nyan para naman kahit paminsan minsan eh matauhan tayo na dumadali rin pala ang buhay. sabi nga ni sir ginoo na henyo na mapilosopiya na naging teacher ko sa Filipino nung II-Thales pa ako, paano mo malalaman ang kasiyahan kung walang kalungkutan..o kaya..pano mo malalaman ang black kung walang white..[[wag mokong pilosopohin at sabihin "eh d tingnan ang ibang colors of the rainbow" bruha ka..]]&lt;br /&gt;kaya eto na..&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;a. Being questioned when you yourself don't understand&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; malamang mahirap sumagot ng di mo naman alam kung ano ang tinatanong..&lt;br /&gt;b. Pretending to be innocent of what you know about&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; halah..kaya naman honesty is the best policy dapat ang motto ng buhay nating lahat para umunlad ang pilipinas...ngyorkz&lt;br /&gt;c. Trying to show you care&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; mahirap feykin (i-fake) un..lalo na kung talgang hindi ka nagke-care sa taong un..&lt;br /&gt;d. Trying to forget something you know you never will&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; tulad ng mga madamdaming tagpo sa mala-telenovela mong buhay na kahit sabihin mo paulit-ulit na "kinaliutan ko na un"..[sus nek-nek mo]..eh sadyang parte na un ng buhay mo forever and ever amen.&lt;br /&gt;e. Admitting you were wrong after you have been so insistent that you were right&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; pride..anupangaba?!&lt;br /&gt;f. Accepting the fact that you made a mistake&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; parang off shoot 'to ng pride eh..&lt;br /&gt;g. Debating with yourself&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; first of all mukha kang shunga shunga pag nakipagdebate ka sa sarili mo in public..pero yung totoong meaning neto, oo mahirap un kasi kinokontra mo ng paniniwala mo ang mga pinaniniwalaan mo..totoo naman diba?&lt;br /&gt;h. Knowing what's wrong and what's right&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; shempre involved na ang emotions dun kaya ganun..mahirap malaman ang mali at ang tama [translation ba itoh?]&lt;br /&gt;I. Growing up&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; lalo na if u've grown to love the stage u are/were in..kaya stuck na dun forever..pero on second thought, kelangan talaga natin mag-grow up kc ang sagwa naman tingnan ung isang physically grown-up person na nag be-baby talk dba? &lt;br /&gt;j. Accepting the fact that some things are not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; pag hindi pwede.wag nang ipilit..pero xempre meron pa yang may-i-cry drama on the side bago tuluyang matanggap na hindi tlga pwede un 'ning..makuleeeet!&lt;br /&gt;k. Trying to understand when you just can't&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; saying "i understand" when someone has wronged you..oo mahirap nga un. mahirap umunawa pag nasasaktan ka..&lt;br /&gt;l. Swallowing your pride when it has become too hard and too big to even gulp it down with water&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; pero isa sa mga paniniwala ko ay...kung sadyang ma-pride kang tao at nakaya mong magpakahumble para sa isang tao eh cguro nga love na un..kasi pag love na ang pinaguusapan, no match na yung mga mahihirap na bagay, kesho pride pa yan..&lt;br /&gt;m. Being the last to know about something that concerns you most of all&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; ai shiyeeeet..ansakheeeet mah men! hello?! familiar ba kayo sa kantang..."dont..dont let me be the last to know...dont tan-tan-nananan"?! &lt;br /&gt;n. Realizing that you have been tricked after you have given your whole trust&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; mahirap ma-gain ang trust ng isang tao, well, at least ako, ganun. kaya once na-break na ung trust ko eh naku..wag ka na magpakita kung ayaw mo majombag..[brutal?!]&lt;br /&gt;o. Realizing that you have taken the most important thing for granted&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; ang pagsisisi laging nasa huli..sad but true.."if only i could turn back time..." ang drama mo pag nagkataon kaya hindi dapat sinasayang ang panahon sa pang-aasar at pag-huhurt sa mga minamahal.show them you care while you still can..[nax biglang seryoso]&lt;br /&gt;p. Parting with someone you've just learned to love&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; eto na nga ba sinasabi ko..patungo na sa usapang love ang usapang itoh...tsktsk..pero seryoso, tulad din to nung realizing that you've taken important things for granted.."if only i could turn back time..." part 2 ang drama mo ngaun..&lt;br /&gt;q. Letting GO of someone you've LOVED ALL YOUR LIFE&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; pero come to think of it, hindi mo naman talaga ni-le-let go ang taong minahal mo all your life eh kasi andun na siya..may special place na siya sa heart mo kaya whatever you do, kahit papano mo man gawin ang pag-lelet go eh hindi mo na siya malelet go kasi part na siya ng buhay mo [ano ba paulit-ulit na tong sinasabi ko ah..ako ba niloloko mo?!]&lt;br /&gt;r. Losing someone you deeply care about&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; hirap un. un lang. mahirap lang. la na ko masabe eh.&lt;br /&gt;s. Saying sorry when you mean it&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; eh kasi naman pag balahurang sorry lang eh pede mo na ngang palabasin sa ilong un eh. kaya ibang usapan na pag sagad to the bones ung pagsosorry mo.. not only are you accepting your faults but also telling the person how u feel. eh susme mahirap na ngang aminin sa sarili mo na mali ka tapos sasabihin mo pa sa taong nagawan mo ng kasalanan..&lt;br /&gt;t. Saying how you REALLY FEEL and Explaining WHERE YOU STAND&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; mahirap magtake ng stand lalo na pag ayaw mong makasakit ng ibang tao. pero dapat parin na maging transparent ka with how u feel kasi... sa panahon ngayon bawal magkasakit..huh?! hinde, kasi dapat tayong maging fair sa ibang tao.&lt;br /&gt;u. Knowing what is best and yet doing the exact opposite.&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; pasaway ka!matigas ang ulo! batang makuleeet talga! kanina ka pa ah! sapakan na lang!&lt;br /&gt;v. Bracing yourself for the worst kind of pain... &amp; still hurting so much..&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; kahit pano mo man pagbalibaliktarin ang mundo, kahit pano mo man paghandaan un.. pain is pain..arush..whether you like it or not, mashakheeet tlga un..&lt;br /&gt;w. Loving someone too much and learning to love the pain that goes with it... that even if you learned to let go of the person... you still go on missing the pain you once felt (and there it goes... you fall again)&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; halah iba na 'toh..masochist ba ang drama mo sa buhay?..ay pwes ako hinde kaya..next please..&lt;br /&gt;x. Denying to yourself that you're falling... then finally you realize that indeed you have fallen when it's too damn late and he/she got tired of waiting...&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; love is patient, love is kind, love is ...chuchu ever..kaya pag nainip sa paghihintay, maybe, it's not love after all..&lt;br /&gt;y. Being with someone else when the right one comes along&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; kantahan ba itoh? naalala ko tuloy si mark oshten f gawaran..anyway..kung nahanap mo man ang "the right one" habang meron kang "the one and only you" eh hindi ka ba mapapaisip kung cia nga ba si "the one and only you" kung "the right one" suddenly comes along? o kung bakit ka merong "the one and only you" kung nakita mo si "the right one" sa iba? iisa nga lang ba si "the one and only you"? eh ano naman ang tawag mo kay "the right one" kung kayo na?....hai ang gugulo-gulo nyo! &lt;br /&gt;z. Knowing deep inside that you love someone yet you can't say it out loud&lt;br /&gt;===&gt; oh wel... isa lang solusyon jan...i-blog mo na lang ang nararamdaman at magdasal na sana eh matopakan ng mahal mo na magsearch at hopefully, mapuntahan nia ang blog mo...onti lang naman ang pagpipilian niang buksan eh...mga 2 milyong blogs lang naman..sus..dali! =p&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;part 2 [next time na 'toh..naddrain na ang utak ko eh..]&lt;br /&gt;1. Flashing your smile to someone u don't want to see.&lt;br /&gt;2. Bringing back the feeling you've learned to forget.&lt;br /&gt;3. Showing that u care.&lt;br /&gt;4. Finding a way to mend a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;5. Learning that you've been used by someone u truly love.&lt;br /&gt;6. Saying "I love you" when you mean it and when you don't.&lt;br /&gt;7. Letting go of a person you've just learned to love.&lt;br /&gt;8. Realizing that u love somebody you've just taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;9. Realizing that u love the person you've just broken up with&lt;br /&gt;10. Waiting for promises you know she or he'll never keep.&lt;br /&gt;11. Saying your love for someone who loves somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;12. Reminiscing the good times u shared together.&lt;br /&gt;13. Shielding your heart to love somebody.&lt;br /&gt;14. Trying to hide what u really feel.&lt;br /&gt;15. Having a commitment w/ someone that u know would not last.&lt;br /&gt;16. Trying to hide the tears that involuntarily fall from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;17. Sharing the one you love w/ someone else.&lt;br /&gt;18. Loving a person too much.&lt;br /&gt;19. Giving up someone u never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;20. Falling in love for the first time&lt;br /&gt;21. Loving someone you haven't seen&lt;br /&gt;22. Having the right love at the wrong time.&lt;br /&gt;23. Exerting effort to make the relationship last or work.&lt;br /&gt;24. Not being appreciated when u know you've given your best.&lt;br /&gt;25. Taking the risk to fall in love again.&lt;br /&gt;26. Hiding your relationship from someone else.&lt;br /&gt;27. Controlling your feelings to avoid hurting a friend&lt;br /&gt;28. Choosing between 2 persons whom u really love.&lt;br /&gt;29. Finding out that u can never have the person u just let go of back&lt;br /&gt;30. Seeing the person u love with someone else&lt;br /&gt;31. Learning that the person who claimed to have loved you so much never really cared&lt;br /&gt;32. Seeing the one you love fall for someone else&lt;br /&gt;33. Falling for your best friend and knowing that things can never be the same again&lt;br /&gt;34. Learning to trust after you have been burned&lt;br /&gt;35. Accepting that it was not meant to be&lt;br /&gt;36. Smiling when all you want to do is cry&lt;br /&gt;37. Falling and knowing that it can never be&lt;br /&gt;38. Not being able to love the person who truly cares for you&lt;br /&gt;39. Saying that you can never love a person the way he loves you&lt;br /&gt;40. Hearing that he/she can never love you the way that you love her/him &lt;br /&gt;41. Saying that you are over someone you still love&lt;br /&gt;42. Being friends again and learning to let go of each other coz you both know it is better that way&lt;br /&gt;43. Convincing oneself that you are not in love when you know that you are&lt;br /&gt;44. Having to let go because you know that he deserves someone else&lt;br /&gt;45. Trying not to remember how perfect everything used to be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111459715722583793?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111459715722583793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111459715722583793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111459715722583793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111459715722583793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/04/hardest-things-in-life.html' title='Hardest things in life'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111459524733709152</id><published>2005-04-27T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T22:29:35.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have a Break..Have a Kitkat..</title><content type='html'>break muna sa mga drama ng buhay..&lt;br /&gt;basahin at maaliw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finorward 'to ni lenlen sa y! groups ng faraday..&lt;br /&gt;wahehe kakaiba tong version na 'to..&lt;br /&gt;at xempre c bitoy ang gumawa kaya ano pa bang aasahan mo..&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;Wag Na Wag&lt;br /&gt;performed by Kitchie Na Day&lt;br /&gt;(spoofed by Bitoy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May gusto akong sabihin'&lt;br /&gt;Di ako mapakali para akong nangangati&lt;br /&gt;Parang type mo na akong sipain&lt;br /&gt;Ang sama mong tumingin&lt;br /&gt;Para bang sinasabi mo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba, bakit di pa umamin?&lt;br /&gt;Na tunay akong, aahh...bading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh...'wag na 'wag mong sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;Lalong-lalo na sa tatay ko&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay isang baklang&lt;br /&gt;Bumigay na sa kahalayan ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tama ang iyong akala&lt;br /&gt;Na ako'y isang bading'&lt;br /&gt;Wag mo na akong sampalin'&lt;br /&gt;Di ko man ito ipakita&lt;br /&gt;Huling-huli ang dating&lt;br /&gt;Kaya nga sinasabi mo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba! bakit di pa umamin?&lt;br /&gt;Na tunay akong, aaahh....bading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh...'wag na 'wag mong sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;Lalong-lalo na sa tatay ko&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay isang baklang&lt;br /&gt;Bumigay na sa kahalayan ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sa gabi,&lt;br /&gt;Ang ganda ganda ko&lt;br /&gt;At sa umaga&lt;br /&gt;Tsaka na ko magbabayad sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh...'wag na 'wag mong sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;Lalong-lalo na sa jowa ko&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay isang baklang&lt;br /&gt;Bumigay na sa kahalayan ko&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh...ooohh&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;MGA LEKSYON MULA KAY INAY AT ITAY&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;wahehe buti na lang di ganto ang nanay at tatay ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;TANDANG TANDA NAMIN NI KUYA ANG SAYA AT LUMBAY SA&lt;br /&gt;&gt; PODER NILA INAY AT &gt;ITAY... LALO NA ANG MGA&lt;br /&gt;&gt; MAGAGANDANG LESSONS NA NATUTUNAN NAMIN SA KANILA! &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;1. Si Inay, tinuruan niya ako ng HOW TO APPRECIATE A JOB WELL DONE. &gt;"Kung kayong dalawa ay&lt;br /&gt;&gt; magpapatayan, doon kayo sa labas. Mga punyeta&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;kayo, kalilinis ko lang ng bahay."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;2. Natuto ako ng RELIGION kay Itay. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Kapag yang mantsa di natanggal sa carpet, magdasal ka na!" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;3. Si Itay, tinuruan niya kami ni Kuya kung anong ibig sabihin ng &gt;TIME TRAVEL. &gt;"Kung di kayo tumigil ng pagngangawa diyan, tatadyakan ko kayo ng todo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;hanggang umabot kayo sa isang linggo!" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;4. Kay Inay ako natuto ng LOGIC. &gt;"Kaya ganyan, dahil sinabi ko."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;5. Kay Inay din ako natuto ng MORE LOGIC. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Kapag ikaw ay nalaglag diyan sa bubong, ako&lt;br /&gt;&gt; lang magisa ang manonood ng sine."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;6. Kay Itay naman natuto ng &lt;br /&gt;&gt; FORESIGHT si Kuya. &gt;"Siguraduhin mo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; na lagi kang mag susuot ng malinis na brief, para&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;pag nakascore ka sa syota mo e di kahihiyahiya." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;7. Si Inay naman ang nagturo sa akin kung ano ang&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ibig sahibin ng &gt;IRONY. &gt;"Sige ngumalngal ka, kung&lt;br /&gt;&gt; di bibigyan talaga kita ng iiyakan mo!" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;8. Kay Inay ako natuto ng science of OSMOSIS. &gt;"Punyeta,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; itigil mo ang kadadakdak at tapusin mong kainin ang inihanda kong hapunan para sa iyo."&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;9. Si Inay&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ang nagpaliwanag sa akin kung ano ang CONTORTIONISM.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;"Tignan mo nga yan dumi sa likod ng leeg mo, tignan mo?!?" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;10. Si Itay ang nagpaliwanag sa akin kung&lt;br /&gt;&gt; anong ibig sabihin ng &gt;STAMINA. &gt;"Wag kang tatayo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; diyan hangga't di mo natatapos kainin lahat yan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;gulay mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;11. At si Inay ang nagturo sa amin&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kung anong ibig sabihin ng &gt;WEATHER. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Alangya, ano&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ba itong kuwarto nyong magkapatid, parang dinaanan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ng bagyo!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;12. CIRCLE OF LIFE, ang paliwanag sa&lt;br /&gt;&gt; akin ni Inay ay ganito: &gt;"Malandi kang bata ka,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; iniluwal kita sa mundong ito, maari rin kitang&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;alisin sa mundong ito." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;13. Kay Itay ako natuto&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kung ano ang BEHAVIOR MODIFICATION. &gt;"Tatadyakan&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kita diyan, huwag ka ngang maguumarte diyan ng&lt;br /&gt;&gt; parang Nanay mo!" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;14. Si Inay naman ang&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nagpaliwanag sa amin kung anong ibig sabihin ng&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;ENVY. &gt;"Maraming mga batang ulila sa magulang, di&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ba kayo nagpapasalamat at mayroon kayong magulang&lt;br /&gt;&gt; na tulad namin?." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;15. Si Itay naman ang nagturo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sa akin ng ANTICIPATION. &gt;"Tangna kang bata ka,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hintayin mong makarating tayo sa bahay...."! &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;16. At si Itay pa rin ang nagturo kay Kuya kung ano ibig sabihin ng &gt;RECEIVING. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Uupakan kita pagdating natin sa bahay....!"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;17. Si Inay naman ang&lt;br /&gt;&gt; nagturo sa aking kung ano ang HUMOR. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Kapag naputol&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yang mga paa mo ng pinaglalaruan mong lawn mower,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wag na wag kang tatakbo sa akin at lulumpohin&lt;br /&gt;&gt; kita!" &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;oppssss..censored itong next..&lt;br /&gt;18. Kay Itay naman natuto si Kuya ng HOW&lt;br /&gt;&gt; TO BECOME AN ADULT. &gt;"Kung di ka matutong magbati,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; eh di ka nga tatangkad." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;19. Si Inay ang nagturo&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sa akin kung anong ibig sabihin ng &gt;GENETICS.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;"Nagmana ka nga talaga sa ama mong walanghiya." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;20. Kay Inay din ako natuto ng WISDOM.&lt;br /&gt; &gt;"Pag umabot ka na ng edad ko, saka mo pa lang maiintindihan ang lahat." &lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;21. At ang paborito ko sa lahat na&lt;br /&gt;&gt; natutunan ko kay Inay at Itay ay kung ano ang&lt;br /&gt;&gt; JUSTICE. &lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Isang araw magkakaroon ka rin ng anak,&lt;br /&gt;&gt; panalangin namin na sana'y matulad sila sa yo...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; haliparot!" &lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111459524733709152?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111459524733709152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111459524733709152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111459524733709152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111459524733709152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/04/have-breakhave-kitkat.html' title='Have a Break..Have a Kitkat..'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111441691321960693</id><published>2005-04-26T07:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:43:18.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngayon ay april 25</title><content type='html'>hay naku..buong hapon na naman ako nakatanga sa harap ng pc..kala ko pa naman jam-packed ang summer ko..yun pala..toinksh..hehe ayus lang din kasi may occassional driving lessons ako...kaninang 9-10am may driving lesson ako at nakarating ako ng lampas ng sun valley at fti..bad3p na traffic yan..sa pag-apak ng clutch at break lang ata naubos ang isang oras ko..hay bicutan talaga..tsktsk..tapos mga pasaway pa ung mga tao..tawiran ba naman ng tawiran..asus pasaway talga..pag naman nabangga, @#%%^$% halah..nasabi na ang lahat ng pwedeng sabihin.. tas titingnan ka pa ng masama.. eh kung tina-try mo kayang dumaan sa pedestrian lane anoh?!asus pasaway! pero buti naman d pa ko nakakabangga ng tao o kotse o kung ano mang elemento ung kadalasang nasa gilid ng kalsada..may isa pa palang mga pasaway! mga jeep sa service road na tatabi-gigitna...amp! heller, student driver kaya ang kasunod nio noh para kaung mga anoh eh!anyway..nku may drums na nga pala ako! yehey! hehehe instructor na lang ang kulang at masisimulan na ang noise barrage sa bahay namin! yehey..naku sakit ng ulo ata tong papasukin ko..sakit ng ulo galing sa nagrereklamong kapitbahay..hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;ai naku may major disappointment ako today..&lt;br /&gt;haaaaiii naku tlga..i was looking forward to having badminton training this summer..ok na lahat eh..may funds nako..may gamit nako..sobrang go na go na nga ako eh..tapos biglang poof..wala na..ayaw na ni papa na magtraining ako sa badminton. hindi daw worth it..hindi ko naman daw kakaririn ang badminton..volleyball naman daw ang pe ko sa ust..mas ok pa daw sana kung mag-eenroll sa speech power..eh amf naman eh..badminton gs2 ko eh..&lt;br /&gt;minsan na nga lang maluboslubos na araw-araw nagbabadminton eh..nawala pa!...nkuuuuu!&lt;br /&gt;im planning to talk to my dad..PLANNING..&lt;br /&gt;is it bad to fight for what you want?! darn..kaya lang baka maunahan na naman ako ng pagiging good-daughter-wannabe ko and just accept whatever my parents say or ask me to do...lam mo un, ang hirap ng feeling ng gusto mong gawin ung isang bagay pero hnd mo magawa coz u dont want to disappoint ur parents?!... waaahh...nakakafrustrate..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111441691321960693?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111441691321960693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111441691321960693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111441691321960693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111441691321960693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/04/ngayon-ay-april-25.html' title='ngayon ay april 25'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111424409159169161</id><published>2005-04-23T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T15:19:38.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of faith or the lack thereof</title><content type='html'>===========================================&lt;br /&gt;There was an atheist couple who had a child. The&lt;br /&gt;couple never told their daughter anything about the&lt;br /&gt;Lord. One night when the little girl was 5 years old,&lt;br /&gt;the parents fought with each other and the dad&lt;br /&gt;shot the Mom, right in front of the child. Then, the&lt;br /&gt;dad shot himself. The little girl watched it all. She&lt;br /&gt;then was sent to a foster home. The foster mother&lt;br /&gt;was a Christian and took the child to church. On&lt;br /&gt;the first day of Sunday School, the foster mother&lt;br /&gt;told the teacher that the girl had never heard of&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, and to have patience with her. The teacher&lt;br /&gt;held up a picture of Jesus and said, "Does anyone&lt;br /&gt;know who this is?" The little girl said, "I do, that's&lt;br /&gt;the man who was holding me the night my parents&lt;br /&gt;died."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how simple it is for people to trash God and&lt;br /&gt;then wonder why the world's going to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we believe what the newspapers say,&lt;br /&gt;but question what the Bible says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how everyone wants to go to heaven&lt;br /&gt;provided they do not have to believe, think, say, or&lt;br /&gt;do anything the Bible says. (Or is it scary?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how someone can say "I believe in God" but&lt;br /&gt;still follow Satan (who, by the way, also "believes"&lt;br /&gt;in God).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how you can send a thousand 'jokes'&lt;br /&gt;through e-mail and they spread like wildfire, but&lt;br /&gt;when you start sending messages regarding the&lt;br /&gt;Lord, people think twice about sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how we can go to church for Christ on&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, but be an invisible Christian the rest of the&lt;br /&gt;week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how I can be more worried about what other&lt;br /&gt;people think of me than what God thinks of me.&lt;br /&gt;============================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true isn't it? makes us wonder and question what dwells inside our hearts..&lt;br /&gt;are you a believer?...just a believer despite the teachings we've received? &lt;br /&gt;or a believer-doer?...or a suppressed believer-doer? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't tell me...&lt;br /&gt;...show Him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geLaAn_meLaCar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111424409159169161?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111424409159169161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111424409159169161&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111424409159169161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111424409159169161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/04/power-of-faith-or-lack-thereof.html' title='the power of faith or the lack thereof'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12345717.post-111413939927582859</id><published>2005-04-22T10:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T11:09:59.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unang post</title><content type='html'>trip ko makining ng kanta pag may ginagawa..multitasking ba..&lt;br /&gt;kaya ngayon habang tinetesting ko ang blog kong 'to eh nakikinig ako ng OPM na mga kanta..&lt;br /&gt;oo..yun kasi ang nabili ko nung tuesday nung pumunta kami sa coastal mall para pumunta ng bir at kumuha ng TIN na akala ko eh kelangan sa pagkuha ng student driving permit..&lt;br /&gt;yun pala hinde kelengan!ok lang din..hindi nmn mahaba ung pila..kaya aus din..at xempre dhil kasama ko c mommy ay meron akong *tadaa* strawberry sundae...hehe babaw ng kaligayahan ko noh? hehe..strawberry sundae..one of the small miracles that the world offers...o hnd ba pag kumakain ka ng ice cream eh napapasmile ka? wag nga lang smile ng parang tanga in public dahil para ka ngang shunga shunga nun..basta eating ice cream usually makes us feel better diba?..kung ikaw hinde...aba'y ewan ko na..baka cherophobic ka...anyway kung ganun nga eh tingnan mo na lang tong kantang 'to..kung di pa rin mag-work..ewan ko na tlga..&lt;br /&gt;on second thought..cguro madali lang talaga akong matuwa kaya ganito ko..&lt;br /&gt;cge tama na..eto na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;============================================ &lt;br /&gt; TORPE SONG&lt;br /&gt; M.Y.M.P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Kundi ngayon kalian pa&lt;br /&gt; Bukas o makalawa &lt;br /&gt; Baka makawala pa &lt;br /&gt; Naiparating mo na ba&lt;br /&gt; Naihayag mo na ba&lt;br /&gt; Nakapagtapat ka na ba, ano ba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Di niya malalaman&lt;br /&gt; Di mahuhulaan damdamin mo&lt;br /&gt; Kungdi sasabihin&lt;br /&gt; Kaya nga’t sabihin mo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; May patulatula pa&lt;br /&gt; Di naman niya nabasa&lt;br /&gt; Baka pa matulala ka&lt;br /&gt; Pag may ibang pumorma&lt;br /&gt; Mauunahan ka pa&lt;br /&gt; Baka magmukha kang tanga, diba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Di niya malalaman, di ko malalaman&lt;br /&gt; Di mahuhulaan damdamin mo&lt;br /&gt; Kungdi sasabihin, sabihin mo na&lt;br /&gt; Kaya nga’t sabihin mo na &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sige na, lakad na, sugod na&lt;br /&gt; Baka mawala pa&lt;br /&gt; Kayang kaya mo yan&lt;br /&gt; Sige na, lakad na, sugod na&lt;br /&gt; Kapal mukha na&lt;br /&gt; Kayang kaya mo yan…&lt;br /&gt; Kayang kaya mo yan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; instrumental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; May patulatula pa&lt;br /&gt; Di naman niya nabasa&lt;br /&gt; Baka pa matulala ka&lt;br /&gt; Pag may ibang pumorma&lt;br /&gt; Mauunahan ka pa&lt;br /&gt; Baka magmukha kang tanga, diba &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Di niya malalaman, di ko malalaman&lt;br /&gt; Di mahuhulaan damdamin mo&lt;br /&gt; Kungdi sasabihin, sabihin mo na&lt;br /&gt; Kaya nga’t sabihin mo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Sige na, lakad na, sugod na&lt;br /&gt; Baka mawala pa&lt;br /&gt; Kayang kaya mo yan&lt;br /&gt; Sige na, lakad na, sugod na&lt;br /&gt; Kapal mukha na&lt;br /&gt; Kayang kaya mo yan…&lt;br /&gt; Kayang kaya mo yan…&lt;br /&gt; Sige na, lakad na, sugod na&lt;br /&gt; Baka mawala pa&lt;br /&gt; Kayang kaya mo yan&lt;br /&gt; Sige na, lakad na, sugod na&lt;br /&gt; Baka sagutin ka&lt;br /&gt; Sana nga o sana&lt;br /&gt; Kayang kaya mo yan… &lt;br /&gt;===========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dba nakakatuwa?&lt;br /&gt;eto pa...pag napakinggan nyo ung actual song, dun sa isang part dun..parang may safeguard..ung safeguard, lam mo un? parang may ka-double ung bida na bigla na lang susulpot at magbibigay ng unsolicited advice dun sa namimiling nanay..kung ang dapat ba nyang bilhing sabon eh ung 'kills 99.9% germs' o yung isa pang brand ng sabon na sangkatutak ung germs na naiwan matapos maligo, magkuskos, maghilod at kung anu-ano pa.. &lt;br /&gt;o basta un...u're getting my drift right?...buti naman..kaya lang hindi un ung gusto kong iparating...&lt;br /&gt;ung nsa kanta ng mymp eh may nagse-second voice na babae &lt;&lt;lalaki ung singer ng lahat ng verses&gt;&gt; &lt;br /&gt;         M: Di niya malalaman, &lt;br /&gt;         F: di ko malalaman&lt;br /&gt;         M: Di mahuhulaan damdamin mo&lt;br /&gt;            Kungdi sasabihin, &lt;br /&gt;         F: sabihin mo na&lt;br /&gt;         M: Kaya nga’t sabihin mo na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dba pathetic?..hehehe ung girl pa ung nageencourage dun sa guy..harhar tlga..&lt;br /&gt;dapat dun sa mga ganun sinisilya-elektrika para matauhan..&lt;br /&gt;hindi naman ako nagbibitter..hindi talga..as in hindi talga..&lt;br /&gt;wala naman kcng konek sa buhay ko tong kantang toh..&lt;br /&gt;kaya cge na..&lt;br /&gt;babush..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geLaAn_meLaCar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12345717-111413939927582859?l=gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/feeds/111413939927582859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12345717&amp;postID=111413939927582859&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111413939927582859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12345717/posts/default/111413939927582859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gelaan05melacar.blogspot.com/2005/04/unang-post.html' title='unang post'/><author><name>geLaAn_meLaCar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01687942042967273549</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
