<?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-8749748420226793930</id><updated>2011-08-01T13:09:55.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the PIRATE who captured a PRINCESS</title><subtitle type='html'>the personal blog of Dan Anthony Dorado</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-6579401881001318227</id><published>2011-03-23T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T01:51:43.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chloe to Clark</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MX_EVmfQRs0"&gt;From this YouTube Clip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, tahoma, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;a style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-decoration: none; border-bottom-color: rgb(153, 102, 51); border-bottom-width: 1px; border-bottom-style: solid; "&gt;&lt;em style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div id="_mcePaste" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="_mcePaste" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="_mcePaste" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;*** SLEEPING. ***** ON THE SIDE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;Hi, ****. [She squeezes his shoulder.] Well, this is gonna make quite a story. “**** ***** ends record-breaking perfect attendance streak.” [She grins at her own joke, then stops.] Sorry. I’m doing it again. I just- I’ve never seen you sick before and it just got me thinking, you know? What if something did happen to you? And I-I never got to…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;So, in yet another classic maneuver to avoid emotional intimacy, I wrote my feelings down so that I could read them to you, thereby eliminating embarrassing eye contact. [She pulls out a piece of pink paper &amp;amp; begins to read.] “I want to let you in on a secret. I’m not who you think I am. In fact, my disguise is so thin, I’m surprised you haven’t seen right through me. I’m the girl of your dreams masquerading as your best friend.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; text-align: justify; "&gt;“Sometimes I want to rip off this facade like I did at the Spring Formal but I can’t because you’ll get scared and you’ll run away again. So I decided that it’s better to live with a lie than expose my true feelings.” [She becomes choked up &amp;amp; stops reading to run her fingers through ****'s hair.] This is so much easier when you’re unconscious. [She starts to read again.] “My dad told me there are two types of girls. The ones you grow out of and the ones you grow into. I really hope I’m the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I’ll let you go for now, hoping one day you’ll fly back to me because I think you’re worth the wait.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-6579401881001318227?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6579401881001318227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=6579401881001318227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6579401881001318227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6579401881001318227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2011/03/chloe-to-clark.html' title='Chloe to Clark'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-6965795340324742088</id><published>2010-01-24T03:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T03:19:30.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I learned sa Buhay YFC</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/S1wsuLjEn1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ePIWvwEFBtE/s1600-h/yfc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 348px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/S1wsuLjEn1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ePIWvwEFBtE/s400/yfc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430264422587473746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post_content"&gt;                                                                         &lt;div class="post_title"&gt;                                 1.)    You honor a person more by listening to him/her rather than speaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                                                                                                       &lt;p&gt;2.)    You let go of prayer time, you let go of everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.)    When you do let go, it shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.)    It’s not really what you say, but how you say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.)    Coordinators are a lot like members, love them and you’ve won them for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.)    Coordinators are really like members, they need prayers too. When you don’t pray for them, nagiging pasaway din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.)     It’s better to be loving than to be right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.)    Mas effective mangulit sa dasal kesa mangulit sa salita. (Usually, they stop listening to you altogether if you nag. You’re lucky if they don’t resent you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.)    Uwian after household has several stations (of the cross): FOR SISTERS - unang kiss station – the sisters kiss each other but end up talking about something ssooo important that they end up staying for another 15 minutes; the hintayan stage – several sisters are left having an intense instant 1 to 1s while the others linger a few meters away, waiting; the wait lang stage – several sisters realize they forgot their fon/bag/In His Steps/wallet kaya binalikan sa bahay kung saan naghousehold; the eternal problem of transpo stage – the final stage consists of waiting along a highway or street for that taxi/jeep/tricycle that will take them home OR the entire household figures out how to pack in 10 people in a Honda Civic OR paghintay sa isang kawawang tatay who was texted to fetch one of the YFCs (usually this hapless tito will bring home the rest of the household. Never mind if he was roused from sleep at 2am.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.) A household set at 7pm will start no earlier than 9pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) You aren’t YFC if you have never texted anyone, “pagpray mo nmn ako…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) You will always be the happiest when you are thinking about how to love someone more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) It is inevitable that you will get depressed when you take yourself too seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) When you worry too much, you’re putting limits on God’s generosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) Nothing beats hearing your coordinator defend you against people who say “Yang YFC na ‘yan, pera lang ang habol…Wala namang ginagawa ‘yan…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) Poor and rich people are the people in need of the most love. They are also the easiest to fall into grave sins like drug addiction and pre-marital sex. But it is lukewarmness that afflicts the average YFC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) YFCs look forward to households because they are nourished. It is empowering to be with other inspiring people. YFCs look forward to worship and sharing and hearing about God working in other people’s lives. At shempre, may chibog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) You realize of the 4 spokes – fellowship, prayer, service and sacraments – you receive the sacraments at the minimum level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Ang YFC iba yan pag in luv…Anjan ang mga tanong na sobrang kulet..”Lord, siya na ba?”                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.)  Of the 4 spokes, ang pinakamatindi at walang kamatayan – fellowship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Pag nagmission ka, it doesn’t matter kung two years na kau di nagkta ng mga naghost seño…pag nagkita kau, parang kahapon lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.) Di maiiwasang, manood ng sine kasama ang mga ka-YFC…Di pa nakuntento, icconnect pa yung movie (kahit X-Men pa yan o Johnny English) sa YFC life and shempre, kay God. At shempre, kahit dedma ang buong audience, masspot mo ang isang YFC crowd sa sobrang ingay, side comment at pasahan ng chibog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.) Minsan masakit sa lider na hindi siya kilala ng member niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.) Shempre, bigay todo pag worship. Kahit di alam ang lyrics…Pag nagkamali, sobrang obyus kc anlakas ng boses. Hihina ng konti yung boses pero pag alam na yung lyrics, sige, banat pa! (Hmm…marami akong kilalang ganito…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.) Pag YFC talaga, iba maglambing.. .”i mis u, luv u, bn prayng 4u…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.) Pag pagkain mo, pagkain na rin ng lahat…(kahit baso, kutsara, straw…)&lt;/p&gt;                                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-6965795340324742088?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6965795340324742088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=6965795340324742088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6965795340324742088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6965795340324742088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2010/01/things-i-learned-sa-buhay-yfc.html' title='Things I learned sa Buhay YFC'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/S1wsuLjEn1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/ePIWvwEFBtE/s72-c/yfc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-8743282779887274237</id><published>2010-01-05T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:01:39.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippine holidays and long-weekends for 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/S0Pu8VHKDOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VB1QHcxcy1Q/s1600-h/Mr-Bean-s-Holiday-Wallpaper-mr-bean-797420_1024_768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/S0Pu8VHKDOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VB1QHcxcy1Q/s400/Mr-Bean-s-Holiday-Wallpaper-mr-bean-797420_1024_768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423441096510934242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the schedule of Philippine holidays and long-weekends for 2010 based on RA 9492 and Proclamation 1841:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1 (Fri) - New Year's Day (five-day long weekend from December 30 to January 3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 22 (Mon) - EDSA Revolution Anniversary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1 (Thu) - Holy Thursday April 2 (Fri) - Good Friday (four-day long weekend from April 1 to 4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 9 (Fri) - Araw ng Kagitingan (three-day long weekend from April 9 to 11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May 1 (Sat) - Labor Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 14 (Mon) - Independence Day (three-day long weekend from June 12 to 14)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 23 (Mon) - Ninoy Aquino Day (three-day long weekend from August 21 to 23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 30 (Mon) - National Heroes Day (three-day long weekend from August 28 to 30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September - Eid'l Fitr (to be announced, calculated September 10, possible three-day long weekend from September 10 to 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 1 (Mon) - All Saints Day (three-day long weekend from October 30 to November 1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November - Eid 'l Adha (to be announced, calculated November 16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November 29 (Mon) - Bonifacio Day (three-day long weekend from November 27 to 29)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 24 (Fri) - Non-Working HolidayDecember 25 (Sat) - Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 27 (Mon) - Rizal Day (four-day long weekend from December 24 to 27)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 31 (Fri) - Non-Working Holiday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1 - (Sat) New Year's Day (three-day long weekend from December 31 to January 2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken from the Manila Bulletin Travel blog's post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-8743282779887274237?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/8743282779887274237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=8743282779887274237&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/8743282779887274237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/8743282779887274237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2010/01/philippine-holidays-and-long-weekends.html' title='Philippine holidays and long-weekends for 2010'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/S0Pu8VHKDOI/AAAAAAAAAHo/VB1QHcxcy1Q/s72-c/Mr-Bean-s-Holiday-Wallpaper-mr-bean-797420_1024_768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-7595066589734506919</id><published>2009-12-26T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T19:04:07.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Next?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SzbNv-33dLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pkmy6zfp_vM/s1600-h/whats-next.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 323px; height: 307px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SzbNv-33dLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pkmy6zfp_vM/s400/whats-next.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419745425801835698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the end of Christmas Day, when the Misa de Aguinaldo is over, when the Midnight Mass has been done, and text messaging becomes easier from last night, and the celebrations become sober, and we have all opened our gifts, a thought sometimes comes to me: What’s next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What’s next? Christmas in the Philippines is far the longest of all celebrations. And its peak reaches on Christmas eve, when we troop to Midnight mass and noche buena. During the day, the excitement drops and the whole world suddenly becomes silent and restful. After the Christmas frenzy, what’s next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, what’s next? After we have eaten the last piece of the Christmas cake, or the last chunk of lechon from the table, or the last plate of spaghetti, we ask, what’s next? After all the magic of the season, what’s next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-7595066589734506919?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/7595066589734506919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=7595066589734506919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/7595066589734506919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/7595066589734506919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2009/12/whats-next.html' title='What&apos;s Next?'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SzbNv-33dLI/AAAAAAAAAHg/pkmy6zfp_vM/s72-c/whats-next.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-8708690193977491503</id><published>2009-07-29T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T22:00:46.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>99 SECRETS GIRLS HAVE TO KNOW ABOUT GUYS (most of them are true)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SnEo5SsXbOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zHnMD4_XHgA/s1600-h/just-two-guys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SnEo5SsXbOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zHnMD4_XHgA/s400/just-two-guys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364113595910548706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Guys don't actually look after good-looking girls. They prefer neat and presentable girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Guys hate flirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. A guy can like you for a minute, and then forget you afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. When a guy says he doesn't understand you, it simply means you're not thinking the way he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. "Are you doing something?" or "Have you eaten already?" are the first usual questions a guy asks on the phone just to get out from stammering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Guys may be flirting around all day but before they go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;they always think about the girl they truly care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. When a guy really likes you, he'll disregard all your bad&lt;br /&gt;characteristics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Guys go crazy over a girl's smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Guys will do anything just to get the girl's attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Guys hate it when you talk about your ex-boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. When guys want to meet your parents. Let them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Guys want to tell you many things but they can't. And they sure&lt;br /&gt;have one habit to gain courage and spirit to tell you many things and&lt;br /&gt;it is drinking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Guys cry!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Don't provoke(irritate) the guy to heat up. Believe me. He will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Guys can never dream and hope too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Guys usually try hard to get the girl who has dumped them, and&lt;br /&gt;this makes it harder for them to accept their defeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When you touch a guy's heart, there's no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Giving a guy a hanging message like "You know what?!..uh...never&lt;br /&gt;mind!" would make him jump to a conclusion that is far from what you are thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Guys go crazy when girls touch their hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Guys are good flatterers when courting but they usually stammer when they talk to a girl they really like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. When a guy makes a prolonged "umm" or makes any excuses when you're asking him to do you a favor, he's actually saying that he doesn't like you and he can't lay down the card for&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. When a girl says "no", a guy hears it as "try again tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. You have to tell a guy what you really want before he gets the&lt;br /&gt;message clearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Guys hate gays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Guys love their moms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. A guy would sacrifice his money for lunch just to get you a couple of roses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. A guy often thinks about the girl who likes him. But this doesn't&lt;br /&gt;mean that the guy likes her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28 You can never understand him unless you listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If a guy tells you he loves you once in a lifetime. He does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Beware. Guys can make gossips scatter through half of the face of the earth faster than girls can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Like Eve, girls are guys' weaknesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Guys are very open about themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. It's good to test a guy first before you believe him. But don't&lt;br /&gt;let him wait that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. No guy is bad when he is courting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Guys hate it when their clothes get dirty. Even a small dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Guys really admire girls that they like even if they're not that&lt;br /&gt;much pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Your best friend, whom your boyfriend seeks help from about his problems with you may end up being admired by your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. If a guy tells you about his problems, he just needs someone to&lt;br /&gt;listen to him. You don't need to give advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. A usual act that proves that the guy likes you is when he teases&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. A guy finds ways to keep you off from linking with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Guys love girls with brains more than girls in miniskirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Guys try to find the stuffed toy a girl wants but would unluckily get the wrong one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Guys virtually brag about anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Guys cannot keep secrets that girls tell them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Guys think too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Guys' fantasies are unlimited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Girls' height doesn't really matter to a guy but her weight does!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Guys tend to get serious with their relationship and become too&lt;br /&gt;possessive. So watch out girls!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. When a girl makes the boy suffer during courtship, it would be&lt;br /&gt;hard for him to let go of that girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. It's not easy for a guy to let go of his girlfriend after they&lt;br /&gt;broke up especially when they've been together for 3 years or more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**51. You have to tell a guy what you really want before getting&lt;br /&gt;involved with that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. A guy has to experience rejection, because if he's&lt;br /&gt;too-good-never-been-busted, never been in love and hurt, he won't be matured and grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. When an unlikable circumstance comes, guys blame themselves a lot more than girls do. They could even hurt themselves physically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. Guys have strong passion to change but have weak will power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. Guys are tigers in their peer groups but become tamed pussycats with their girlfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. When a guy pretends to be calm, check if he's sweating. You'll&lt;br /&gt;probably see that he is nervous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. When a guy says he is going crazy about the girl. He really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. When a guy asks you to leave him alone, he's just actually saying,"Please come and listen to me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. Guys don't really have final decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. When a guy loves you, bring out the best in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. If a guy starts to talk seriously, listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62. If a guy has been kept shut or silent, say something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. Guys believe that there's no such thing as love at first sight,&lt;br /&gt;but court the girls anyway and then realize at the end that he is&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. Guys like femininity not feebleness.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. Guys don't like girls who punch harder than they do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. A guy may instantly know if the girl likes him but can never be&lt;br /&gt;sure unless the girl tells him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;67. A guy would waste his time over video games and basketball, the way a girl would do over her romance novels and make-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Guys love girls who can cook or bake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;69. Guys like girls who are like their moms. No kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. A guy has more problems than you can see with your naked eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. A guy's friend knows everything about him. Use this to your&lt;br /&gt;advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. Don't be a snob. Guys may easily give up on the first sign of&lt;br /&gt;rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. Don't be biased. Try loving a guy without prejudice and you'll be surprised.***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. Girls who bathe in their eau de perfumes do more repelling than&lt;br /&gt;attracting guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. Guys are more talkative than girls are especially when the topic&lt;br /&gt;is about girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. Guys don't comprehend the statement "Get lost" too well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. Guys really think that girls are strange and have unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;decisions but still love them more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. When a guy gives a crooked or pretentious grin at your jokes, he finds them offending and he just tried to be polite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. Guys don't care about how shiny their shoes are unlike girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. Guys tend to generalize about girls but once they get to know&lt;br /&gt;them,they'll realize they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Any guy can handle his problems all by his own. He's just too&lt;br /&gt;stubborn to deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. Guys find it so objectionable when a girl swears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. Guys' weakest point is at the knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. When a problem arises, a guy usually keeps himself cool but is&lt;br /&gt;already thinking of a way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. When a guy is conscious of his looks, it shows he is not good at&lt;br /&gt;fixing things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. When a guy looks at you, either he's amazed of you or he's&lt;br /&gt;criticizing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. When you catch him cheating on you and he asks for a second chance,give it to him. But when you catch him again and he asks for another chance,ignore him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. If a guy lets you go, he really loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. If you have a boyfriend, and your boy best friend always glances at u and it obviously shows that he is jealous whenever you're with your boyfriend, all I can say is your boy best friend loves you more than your boyfriend does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. Guys learn from experience not from the romance books that girls read and take as their basis of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. You can tell if a guy is really hurt or in pain when he cries in&lt;br /&gt;front of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. If a guy suddenly asks you for a date, ask him first why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;93. When a guy says he can't sleep if he doesn't hear your voice even just for one night, hang up. He also tells that to another girl. He only flatters you and sometimes makes fun of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. You can truly say that a guy has good intentions if you see him&lt;br /&gt;praying sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Guys seek for advice not from a guy but from a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. Girls are allowed to touch boys' things. Not their hair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. If a guy says you're beautiful, that guy likes you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. Guys hate girls who overreact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. 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href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2009/07/99-secrets-girls-have-to-know-about.html' title='99 SECRETS GIRLS HAVE TO KNOW ABOUT GUYS (most of them are true)'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SnEo5SsXbOI/AAAAAAAAAGs/zHnMD4_XHgA/s72-c/just-two-guys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-6918123439411253744</id><published>2009-07-22T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:49:43.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this poem has been the story of my former life, wala pong malalim na dahilan kung bakit ko ito pinose, natripan ko lang, sana makarelate kayo sa tulang ito. enjoy :)&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.bittermugiwara.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Sf6niAoKCIgAAEKyMps1/stars-ss-dx-org.jpg?et=GpGjXrcLO5djDNYRxN9ZQQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BITUIN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Paano kung maging bituin ako?&lt;br /&gt;Mas masaya kaya ang mabuhay?&lt;br /&gt;Siguro, titingalain mo ako at hahanapin sa kawalan&lt;br /&gt;Magagalit ka sa mga ulap&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy akong magtatago&lt;br /&gt;At patuloy kang maghahanap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pagbilang mo’y dadalawin ka ng antok&lt;br /&gt;Sa panaginip mo, naroon din ako&lt;br /&gt;Maghahabulan tayo&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit di mo ako maaabot&lt;br /&gt;Mapapagod ka at mauupo&lt;br /&gt;Sa lugar na kitang kita ang aking liwanag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupurihin mo ang aking liwanag&lt;br /&gt;At kasama ng iyong mga gunita&lt;br /&gt;Aawitin mo ang gusto kong kanta&lt;br /&gt;Hihintayin nating dalawa ang gabi&lt;br /&gt;At sisisihin natin ang pagsikat ng araw&lt;br /&gt;Dahil maghihiwalay na tayo at babalik ka na sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pikit mata akong manonood&lt;br /&gt;Nangangarap na sa habang buhay&lt;br /&gt;Ay wala ng umaga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit hindi nga ako bituin&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nga ako ang iyong tinitingala&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo ako hinahanap&lt;br /&gt;Tulad ng paghabol mo sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo binibilang ang isang libo at isang daang dahilan&lt;br /&gt;Kung bakit Masaya tayo kapag magkasama&lt;br /&gt;Wala ako sa panaginip mo&lt;br /&gt;At kahit kalian ay hindi mo napansin ang aking liwanag&lt;br /&gt;Hindi sa akin ang papuri mo at hindi rin sa akin ang mga awit na’yon&lt;br /&gt;Sa kanya lahat…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siya ang araw na naghihiwalay&lt;br /&gt;Sinusunog niya ang aking kaluluwang nagtatago sa dilim&lt;br /&gt;Pinapaso niya ako at wala akong magawa para sa aking sarili&lt;br /&gt;Naghihintay lang ako sa iilang malalayang gabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang kailan kakainin ng liwanag ang katauhan mo&lt;br /&gt;Kayang-kaya kitang iligtas&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit alam kong di ka sasama…&lt;br /&gt;Binubulag ka ng mga bagay&lt;br /&gt;Na hindi mo naman nakikita&lt;br /&gt;At nabibingi ka sa paulit-ulit na pagbulong ng hanging galing sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ka nang itinira para sa sarili mo&lt;br /&gt;At wala ng paraan upang makabawi&lt;br /&gt;Walang ikaw…walang ako…walang tayo…&lt;br /&gt;Dahil napuno na ang mundo mo&lt;br /&gt;Ng puro “siya” at “siya lang”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muntik ko nang hilingin na “siya” ay “ako”&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa tuwing makikita kita&lt;br /&gt;Natatakot akong kainin ka muli ng liwanag&lt;br /&gt;At hindi ka na makakabalik…&lt;br /&gt;At maiiwan akong nag-iisa sa kawalan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayang kong baguhin ang lahat ng ito&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit hindi ko gagawin dahil ayaw mo&lt;br /&gt;Nabubhay tayong dalawa sa alaala ng gabing iyon&lt;br /&gt;At hindi ito matatapos hangga’t nabubulag ka’t nabibingi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako magigng Masaya&lt;br /&gt;Habang patuloy ang pagsikat ng araw&lt;br /&gt;Na naghihiwalay sa atin…&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa pagkakataong ito&lt;br /&gt;Inaamin kong ikaw ang may hawak sa akin&lt;br /&gt;At wala akong magagawa&lt;br /&gt;Kundi patuloy na managinip…&lt;br /&gt;Na sana’y maging bituwin nga ako&lt;br /&gt;Na kahit pinaghihiwalay tayo ng liwanag&lt;br /&gt;Darating pa rin ang gabi&lt;br /&gt;At muli tayong maghahabulan…&lt;br /&gt;Na kahit hindi ako Masaya,&lt;br /&gt;Nakakasama kita hanggang magbukang liwayway&lt;br /&gt;Na kahit paulit-ulit kang bumalik sa kanya’y nag-iiwan ka ng alaala sa akin…&lt;br /&gt;Na kahit pinipili mong mapaso ng araw&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong ‘yon ang kagustuhan mo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patuloy akong mananaginip…&lt;br /&gt;Ako pa rin ang bituin sa kawalan&lt;br /&gt;Na nahuhulog para sayo…&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko man gang hiling mo’y unti-unti akong pinapatay…&lt;br /&gt;Hinihiling mong sana’y…SUMIKAT MULI ANG ARAW…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-6918123439411253744?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6918123439411253744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=6918123439411253744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6918123439411253744'/><link rel='self' 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href="http://bittermugiwara.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SbXaGAoKCIgAAASB@181"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.bittermugiwara.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SbXaGAoKCIgAAASB@181/beauty-magazines-make-ugly.jpg?et=8rSWJhJqMGHsUamhl76gsg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. “Pare, mahilig ka pala sa abstract…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. “Ay…lugi…”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. “Tale as old as time…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;4. “Pare, ba’t may ka-holding hands ka na lalaki?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. “Tamang-tama miss! Kamukha mo si Heidi Klum…at kamukha naman niya si Seal!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;6. “Sabi ko na nga ba eh, mahilig ka sa inner beauty.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. “Uy, hindi pa pala extinct yung ganyan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;8. “Idol mo si Andrew E. kaya ka humanap ng pangit?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. “Pare ilegal yan, i-surrender mo na yan sa DENR!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;10. “Masarap siya siguro magmahal, no?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. “Miss, hindi pa ba nagbabayad ng ransom ang mga relatives m0*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;12. “Ikaw naman, nung sinabihan kitang be kind to animals, hindi naman ganyan!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. “Magkano inabot?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;14. “Uy, ang cute! Anong breed?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. “Aba, aba, aba, tru lab nga!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. “Wow, ang sarap i-photoshop!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;17. “Let me guess, mahaba ang dila niya, noh?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. “Sabi ko na nga ba, katawan lang ang habol mo eh!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. “Wow, ang sarap ng girlfriend mo…ang sarap sampalin!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;20. “Hoy, mag-sorry ka sa mga mata ko!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. “You know, it’s unethical for a doctor to date his patients, especially if you’re a vet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;22. “Pare, ano siya, mabait o mayaman?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. “Wow pare, naks, kamukha ni anne curtis ang girlfriend mo ah…sa Kampanerang kuba…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;24. “Wow, mukha palang ulam na! Ulam na panis!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. “Hindi ka na ba naawa sa mga magiging anak niyo?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;26. “Pare, Pinoy ka! Pinoy ka! Anong akala mo sa sarili mo, foreigner?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;27. “Nangangagat? Pwedeng hawakan?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;28. “Pare, minsan try mo din yung tao…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;29. “Pare, magiging swan ba yan sa ending?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;30. “Dad! Bilis! Tignan mo yung dala nung mama! Bilis, bigyan mo ng saging!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. wow! exotic! anong scientific name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. miss, ok lang naman ang humindi paminsan-minsan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. sabihin mo diyan sa boyfriend mo humarap siya kapag kinakausap. ay, nakaharap na siya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: http://basangmedyas.multiply.com/journal/item/41/repost_How_to_let_someone_know_that_their_bfgf_is_ugly&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-2396152749063610828?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/2396152749063610828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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of my head and turned it in to reality&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you have given me inspiration&lt;br&gt;inspiration that i can do anything and that i cant do anything wrong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you have given me strength&lt;br&gt;strength to protect everything i care for&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you have given me security&lt;br&gt;security that makes me sleep soundly&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you have given me peace&lt;br&gt;peace that washed my bitterness away&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you have given me laughter&lt;br&gt;laughter that it brings back the child within me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you have given me friendship&lt;br&gt;friendship that i know i can always count on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you have given me hope&lt;br&gt;hope that there is still beauty and goodness in this world&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you have given me happiness&lt;br&gt;happiness i never thought was possible&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i know that this is already a re-post...but for me...after 6 months...it has more meaning to me now :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;aaminin ko, hindi naging madali ang anim na buwan nating pagsasama...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;maraming di naniwala&lt;br&gt;maraming kumontra&lt;br&gt;maraming masasakit na salita ang nabitawan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at kahit tayo...marami ding hindi pagkakaintindihan...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero alam mo...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dahil sa mga pinagdaanan natin...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MAS LALO KITANG MINAHAL!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I LOVE YOU JEAN! 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After years of experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Whatever you do, don't just show up at their house...they run around in their underwear just like we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't cheat on them. It may seem foolproof, but girls tell each other everything about everything. Trust me, they WILL find out and you will be mud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Beware of every single male relatives and all guy friends. Any of them would kick your butt at the drop of a hat, and a lot of them wouldn't even wait for the damn hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Never miss an opportunity to tell them they're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Don't refuse to kiss in front of your friends. If they laugh at you, it's because they're jealous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. If they slap you hard, you deserved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't be afraid to touch them if you want to. If they're going out with you in the first place, it's because they like being in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If you don't sleep with them, do not tell your friends that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--8.5. If you DO sleep with them, don't tell your friends that you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. You can be dirty minded in private, really...most of them are not offended by it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Not all of them eat like birds, a lot of them can eat like whales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Most of them don't mind paying half of everything, but they do discuss these things with their friends. Realize that if you make your girlfriend pay half all the time, everyone will know about it and your friends will know you're a *****.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--11.5. Do you honestly need all your money that much? Be a man, pay all the time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Every girl should eventually get three things from her boyfriend- a stuffed animal, one of his sweatshirts, and a really pretty ring. Even if it's not a serious relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Make sure she gets home safely as often as you can. If you're dropping her off, walk her to the door. If you aren't dropping her off, call to be sure she's home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. If a guy is bothering her, it is your right to kick the crap out of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. If you're talking to a female friend of yours, pull your girlfriend closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Never, ever slap her, even if it's just in a joking way. Even if she swats you first, and says, "Oh, you're so dumb" or something, never make any gestures back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Go to a chick flick once in a while. She doesn't care whether you enjoy it or not, it just matters that you went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. You're dead meat if you can't get along with their pets, parents and best friends. Be prince charming to their friends, Mr. Polite to their parents, and make sure to be nice to their animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Don't flirt with their moms or friends...that's just freaky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Don't be freaked out by PMS. It's not gross, and it really does make them feel like crap, so be understanding.&lt;br /&gt;21. If you don't like the way they drive, you do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. If you're officially dating, and you're introducing her to your friends, you'd better damn well introduce her as your girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Don't stress where you go for every date. They really only want to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. If they complain that something hurts, rub it for them without being asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Girls are fragile. Even if you're play fighting/wrestling, be very gentle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Memorize their birthdays. You forget her birthday and you're basically screwed for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Don't marinade the cologne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Don't give her something stupid for her birthday or Christmas or Valentine's day. It doesn't have to be expensive, but it has to be meaningful. Jewelry is always nice. (I say flowers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. If you think the relationship isn't going to last, don't wait to find out. It will only hurt you more if you draw it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. After you've been dating for a while, realize that they really have started to trust you. When you have a girlfriend who truly trusts you, you have a lot more responsibility, privilege and control than you would think. Be careful with it, most guys would kill for that kind of power, and it can be lost in a nanosecond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Don't ever do anything wrong (well not anything). girls remember things for life and anything you did wrong will be used against you in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies, don't expect a guy to know every single thing here (even though that would be nice).  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-5802795110263835793?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5802795110263835793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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what he saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each shovel of dirt that hit his back, the donkey was doing something amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel dirt on top of the animal,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he would shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stepped up over the edge of the well and happily trotted off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MORAL :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each of our troubles is a stepping stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up!&lt;br /&gt;Shake it off and take a step up.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p 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She was really witty. Di na ako magtataka kung bakit si Mam Des ang favorite prof ni Cy sa SLIS. Noong roommates pa kami, si Mam Des ang palagi naming pinag-uusapan ni Cy..."ang kulit talaga ni Mam" "di mo mapagkakamalang prof si Mam Des"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's the smile...that smile that connects her to everyone she sees along the corridoor of the school. she connected to her students not as a teacher...she is more of a friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung iisipin ko nga...never ko pang nakitang magalit si Mam Des, kung asar siya sa iyo (sa inyo as a class) she has this evil grin na nagsasabing *lagot kayo sa akin* hahaha!!! pero andun pa rin ung ngiti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naalala ko...habang nanonood ako ng One Piece sa corridoor...di ko namalayan...matagal na palang nanonood si Mam Des sa likuran ko hahahaha!!! and on this note, i would like to share a quote from One Piece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Do you die because of a gun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Do you die when you ate a poison mushroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Do you die because of a sword?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;People don’t die against anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:130%;" &gt;people die when they are forgotten...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-Dr Hiriluk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure Mam Des made a connection to all of us...let us make sure that we stay connected to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mam Des, it has been an honor to be your student...thank you for everything...GOODBYE...mentor, fellow geek, fellow anime lover..FRIEND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;u2:p&gt;&lt;/u2:p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SWXl6ai0vlI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Nfmv68AXc2Q/s1600-h/DSC03572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Find out at &lt;a href="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan"&gt;Lakbayan&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;cite style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Created by &lt;a href="http://vaes9.codedgraphic.com"&gt;Eugene Villar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love road trips!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you get to see different places, meet different people, eat different foods, experience different things. field trips, RLC, ILC (yeah), GK build, LACASA, presscon, spontaneous road trip etc. i take every opportunity to travel. the feeling of freedom it gives you is priceless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i got this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://forge.codedgraphic.com/lakbayan/"&gt;lakbayan site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://neecheebop.multiply.com/"&gt;nicci&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. looking at the map, it frustrates me that i failed to visit palawan and the rest of mindanao :( maybe those are the things i will do before i die hahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-5801764029800702808?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5801764029800702808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=5801764029800702808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/5801764029800702808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/5801764029800702808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2009/01/road-trip.html' title='ROAD TRIP!!!'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-1573067561984832236</id><published>2009-01-02T04:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T04:25:41.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirational Slides for 2009</title><content type='html'>Check out this SlideShare Presentation: &lt;div style="width:425px;text-align:left" id="__ss_878713"&gt;&lt;a style="font:14px Helvetica,Arial,Sans-serif;display:block;margin:12px 0 3px 0;text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/lcsr77/inspirational-slides-presentation?type=powerpoint" title="Inspirational Slides"&gt;Inspirational Slides&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object style="margin:0px" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=inspirational-slides-1230616159045076-2&amp;stripped_title=inspirational-slides-presentation" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slideshare.net/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=inspirational-slides-1230616159045076-2&amp;stripped_title=inspirational-slides-presentation" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="font-size:11px;font-family:tahoma,arial;height:26px;padding-top:2px;"&gt;View SlideShare &lt;a style="text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/lcsr77/inspirational-slides-presentation?type=powerpoint" title="View Inspirational Slides on SlideShare"&gt;presentation&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a style="text-decoration:underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/upload?type=powerpoint"&gt;Upload&lt;/a&gt; your own. 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i  used to cry every time i sang this song. it is really humbling for me hope it will also inspire you specially this coming Christmas &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Make me a servant,&lt;br&gt;Humble and meek.&lt;br&gt;Lord, let me lift up&lt;br&gt;Those who are weak;&lt;br&gt;And may the pray'r&lt;br&gt;Of my heart always be.&lt;br&gt;Make me a servant.&lt;br&gt;Make me a servant.&lt;br&gt;Make me a servant today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-8344923699029756192?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/8344923699029756192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=8344923699029756192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/8344923699029756192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/8344923699029756192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/12/make-me-servant.html' title='make me a servant'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-863797187886672213</id><published>2008-12-14T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T03:30:02.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>usapang tae</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bittermugiwara.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SUY@3goKCIgAAF31Ng01"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.bittermugiwara.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SUY@3goKCIgAAF31Ng01/top-div-blue-left.png?et=lvETHShkfifcKsOx3CUtLA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;habang tumatao ako sa tindahan namin at naghihintay ng mamimili, hndi ko maiwasang marining ang dalawang estudyante na nag-uusap tungkol sa tae. hindi ko alam kung bakit ito ang pinag-uusapan nila pero nakakatawa dahil pinagdedebatihan nila ang mga uri ng tae. (lol)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;medyo luma na ang post na ito pero para sa mga hindi pa nakakaalam, ito ang mga uri ng tae at utot. enjoy! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MGA URI NG TAE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Normal&lt;br&gt;- ung simple lang. brown. buo. di masyado mabantot. generic tae. usually 2-3 lang ang lumalabas na ganito. pag isa lang, sayang ung oras ng pagtae mo. ipunin mo muna bago mo ilabas. pag lumampas ng 3. matakaw ka.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Nana&lt;br&gt;- ung may green. kadiri to. kaya di ko na masyado dedescribe.&lt;br&gt;usually may sakit ka pag meron ka neto.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Burutot&lt;br&gt;- basag. tubig. minsan one shot lang to. pag upo mo. broooooot. hugas. flush. tayo. tapos.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Tubol&lt;br&gt;- malaking malaking tae na buo. parang buong kamote ba.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Tubols&lt;br&gt;- hindi plural ng tubol. eto ung parang tae ng kambing. hindi yata talaga tubols tawag e. kalimutan ko na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Footlong&lt;br&gt;- di na kelangan idescribe. basta nagttwirl na sa kubeta. footlong na yun. hirap gawin to. kase napuputol talaga minsan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Tibis&lt;br&gt;- tae ng tao na may consistency na katulad ng ipot ng manok.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. McArthur&lt;br&gt;- ang mcarthur ay ung taeng napakahirap iflush. "i shall return." ika ni mcarthur. gets?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Bugret&lt;br&gt;- ito yung taeng may carot bits at bell pepper pa, at paminsan ay sangkatutak na buong mais. dilaw na dilaw pa.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Burnik&lt;br&gt;- taeng sumabit sa buhok sa pwet. Madalas nararanasan ng mga taong nagti-tissue lamang pagkatapos tumae. ang BURNIK ay mahirap alisin,lalo na kapag natuyo na ito, ipinapayo sa mga may BURNIK na maligo na lamang upang ito'y maalis.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Mekikekkwek&lt;br&gt;-tubig na tumatalsik sa pwet kapag nalalaglag ang isang malaking ebak.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Hudini&lt;br&gt;- taeng biglang nawawala,wala ka ng ifflush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Yamas&lt;br&gt;- taeng na sa panty at brief dulot ng UST&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. UST&lt;br&gt;- utot sabay tae&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;----&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;wag kalilimutan maghugas after ha? remember na hindi enough ang tissue. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-=-=-=APAT NA URI NG UTOT:-=-=--&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1)MAPAGKUNWARI&lt;br&gt;=uutot ng tahimik at pagkatapos&lt;br&gt;e aastang inosente, mgbibintang pa!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2)MAHIYAIN&lt;br&gt;=uutot ng mahina tapos&lt;br&gt;ngingiti.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3)MAYABANG&lt;br&gt;=uutot ng malakas, tapos&lt;br&gt;parang baLewaLa sa kanya na&lt;br&gt;naring ng lahat ang utot nya!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4)MALAS&lt;br&gt;=susubukang umutot pero&lt;br&gt;tae ang Lalabas.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hmmmmm sarap kumain! :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-863797187886672213?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/863797187886672213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=863797187886672213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/863797187886672213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/863797187886672213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/12/usapang-tae.html' title='usapang tae'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-6190136365304325071</id><published>2008-12-13T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T03:53:23.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaligayahan (from the homily of father J-Boy)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="bittermugiwara" author_possessive="bittermugiwara's"&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;si father J-Boy ang isa sa mga paborito kong pari dahil magaling siyang maghomily. kahit ang mga kaibigan ko na hindi practicing catholics ay napapasimba ko kapag siya ang nagmimisa. musically inclined din siya, gimikero, at magaling makisama sa mga kabataan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa panahon kung saan madaming problemang inaalala ang mga tao, napapanahon ang homily niyang ito. nawa ay makita natin ang kaligayahang nakakalat sa ating paligid :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maraming nag-aakala ang pananampalatayang Kristiyano naka-batay sa pagdurusa at pagpapakasakit. Ngunit pinapaalala sa atin sa araw na ito na ang pinakarurok ng ating pananampalataya ay ang saya. Kaya sinisindihan natin ang kandilang rosas bilang sagisag ng saya: sa Adbiento, siguradong darating ang ating hinihintay. Ganito ang pakiramdam: naghihintay ka sa isang kapamilyang uuwi sa Pasko. Idinidiin ni Maria sa Salmo at ni San Pablo sa kanyang sulat sa mga taga-Thesalonia ang halaga ng kasiyahan na nangagaling sa pagpapasalamat sa Diyos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unang-una, ang kasiyahang ito ay hindi nakasalaylay sa anumang bagay dito sa mundo, dahil maaari tayong maging masaya kahit saan mang dako. Sa halip, ito ay nakabatay sa presensya ng Diyos sa ating buhay. Madali itong maunawaan ng mga taong umiibig. Masayang magkasama ang magkasintahan. Basta’t magkasabay, hindi napapawi ang kaligayahan: kahit saan man sila --- sa gitna man ng masangsang na palengke o sa isang romantikong kapihan --- o sa anumang sitwasyon sa kanilang buhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pangalawa, ang kasiyang ito ay nangagaling sa pagpapasalamat. Umaapaw sa utang-na-loob ang propeta sa unang pagbasa dahil sa mga biyayang natanggap nito. Umaapaw sa pagpapasalamat si Maria dahil dahil naalala ng Panginoon ang mga may maliliit sa lipunan tulad niya. PInaalala ni San Pablo na magpasalamat tayo sa Diyos sa lahat ng panahon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malimit nakikita natin ang pagkukulang. Maaring pagkukulang natin o ng ibang tao. Mas madali natin matandaan ang mga bagay na wala tayo, kaysa sa meron. Ang mga taong negatibo --- tulad ng mga masusungit at mapanghusga --- ay mga taong di makita ang mabuti sa kanila at sa kapwa. Kailangan natin ipunin ang mga magagandang bagay na meron tayo upang maging tulad nina Maria na labis-labis ang pagpapasalamat sa Diyos. Nakakamangha na ang mga taong alam ang biyaya sa kanila, nakakadiskubre pa nang mas marami. Ang pusong tumatanaw ng utang na loob sa Diyos ay may kakaibang gaan sa kalooban. At nakikita ito sa kanilang pananaw sa buhay at sa pakikitungo sa kapwa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pangatlo, ang kasiyahang ito ang mismong mensahe ni Juan sa Ebanghelio. Masaya ang taong madaling magbalik-loob at magpatawad. Wala itong kinikimkim na bigat sa kalooban. Masaya ang magmahal. Masaya ang maglingkod sa kapwa. Kaya kasama ng saya na ito ang kapayapaan: magaan ang loob ng mapagbigay kaysa sa sakim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Panghuli, sabi ni San Pablo, natatagpuan sa pagdarasal ang kasiyahang ito. Dahil nakakasama natin ang bukal ng tunay na kaligayahan. Nararanasan natin ang uri at lalim ng pagmamahal ng Diyos sa atin: maging sino man tayo, hindi nagbabago ang kanyang pagkalinga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May joke ako. Sabi ng asawa, “Naglagay ng mudpack ang asawa ko. At lalo siyang gumanda... hanggang natanggal ito!” Mudpack o wala, mahal tayo ng Diyos. Di ba ito ang pinakamasayang karanasan? Hindi natin kailangang magkunwari, dahil tanggap tayo? Maraming talinghaga ang ginamit ni Hesus para ipaliwanag ang Kaharian ng Diyos. Isa nito ang salu-salo sa kasalan. Ang Kaharian ng Diyos daw ay tulad ng isang handaan. Lahat ng nasa pagdiriwang ay masayang nakikihalubilo sa mga dumalo at sa presenya ng Mayhanda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-6190136365304325071?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6190136365304325071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=6190136365304325071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6190136365304325071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6190136365304325071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/12/kaligayahan-from-homily-of-father-j-boy.html' title='kaligayahan (from the homily of father J-Boy)'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-6596712629619489225</id><published>2008-12-07T02:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T03:43:41.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am not perfect!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/STuzuP2lTmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_HWR742-eag/s1600-h/imperfect_sticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277008995505491554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/STuzuP2lTmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_HWR742-eag/s400/imperfect_sticker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody is perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...this is a very famous cliche...well let me add something...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody is close from perfect&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;being perfect is being God, being close to perfect is being close to becoming a God...so in my opinion, both do not exist in this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as a child, i was a loser...i was an anti-social. i have this imaginary friends that keep me company whenever i feel sad. i insist that they take me to their world since i do not belong here. there was even a time that i curse God because i feel like that world is against me...wala naman kasi talaga akong matatawag noon na kaibigan, both my parents are always busy, my brother thinks of me as a competition, im not good looking, i suck at sports because i am fat...i was a loser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;during my teenage years, i was a wannabe! sa class namin, i was unpopular most of the times. ano nga lang ba alam ko? i was good at nothing...always an underachiever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i have this friend, i'll call him pedro parkero (kung mababasa ito ng mga HS classmate ko, give-away itong nickname niya), i was always behind his shadows. siya ang idol ko noon. matalino, kilala ng lahat ng teacher, gwapo, crush ng buong campus, madaming kaibigan, siya ang pinaka-cool sa amin...at ako? ako ang dakila niyang sidekick...kung asan siya, andun ako, para akong buntot ng aso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ngayong nasa college na ako, not much has changed, got dismissed from my college, cant get to the course that i really like, graduating with no honors blah blah blah... maybe the only difference now is that im so used to being a loser, manhid na ako...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I AM NOT PERFECT...so please...dont take it against me...i feel empty right now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277008997184220642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/STuzuWG0reI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YJxjCkHdQr4/s400/5817-loving-the-imperfect.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-6596712629619489225?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6596712629619489225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=6596712629619489225&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6596712629619489225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6596712629619489225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-not-perfect.html' title='i am not perfect!'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/STuzuP2lTmI/AAAAAAAAAGM/_HWR742-eag/s72-c/imperfect_sticker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-4899617003475892016</id><published>2008-12-01T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:27:53.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some facts about UP Diliman Students</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;" id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="chrisrashidg" author_possessive="chrisrashidg's"&gt;&lt;p&gt;So you think you know the true Isko and Iska? Ha! Think again. These findings will surely bust commonly held notions and stereotypes on UP Diliman students. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A glimpse of our research findings:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP5GQoKCCsAAAgInH41/10-luv-ur-own.jpg?et=pcp9PiQCBo9A4OUHGKvSEA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Grade Conscious. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most UP Diliman students work hard for incentive grades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP2PwoKCCsAACzzEW41/9-up-ako.jpg?et=4dslb6wnqyRDZuQPr6JYoA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loner no more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;76.5% of UP Diliman students are organization members. 51.5% of them belong to more than one org.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP2lwoKCCsAADk@qgU1/11-single.jpg?et=Z9BTrtGGQtLEcRCt%2C04l9g&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party harder. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70.8% of UP Diliman students have gone clubbing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP26goKCCsAAEFpF5U1/5-weekend.jpg?et=wmIHgS%2CVnCvBlZ%2CVTOJsfQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;On the go! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;More UP Diliman students own laptops (53.1%) than desktop computers (41.1%)&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP3GQoKCCsAAEkxaYs1/3-lov-the-lib.jpg?et=7FH451R8%2CS6OiU4gFW%2BLlg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Readings galore! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photocopying books is more popular than owning original copies&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP3SgoKCCsAAE24I3E1/2-better-late.jpg?et=SAY2YF%2BKr%2CD99zqdfRlS2A&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Ride. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;25.1% of UP Diliman students drive their own cars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP3hgoKCCsAAFQHkiw1/7-geek-wears-prada.jpg?et=yhQPIni7Xc3n9WjRMJazhQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Non-Smoking Campus. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;65.1% of UP Diliman students have never smoked and do not plan on smoking while still in UP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP4iAoKCCsAAHIybmE1/4-neither-bry.jpg?et=c6OPEu4jIslvOTVv2ENLFA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Academic Integrity. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP Diliman students find cheating and plagiarism unjustifiable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP32QoKCCsAAGDoMVI1/1-a-to-e.jpg?et=5FmMNmqw4KiehI6UYm%2CyAg&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just say NO. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;84.8% of UP Diliman students have never had sex while in UP. 92.4% have never taken prohibited drugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP4EAoKCCsAAGfTd6s1/8-fratzone.jpg?et=zHYGwI%2CmKcu60Obt1%2C%2B%2C5A&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexy time!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.6% of UP Diliman students have had sex while in campus and they are willing to do it again while in UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP4zwoKCCsAAH4SYRU1/6-dont-be-a-loner.jpg?et=uewui2OUa9TMjdsu5nUTJA&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Intrigued? Know the numbers. Go beyond the statistics. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Watch KaleidoISKOpe: Silip sa Bagong Iskolar ng Bayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;CMC Auditorium, Dec. 4, 1 - 4 PM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.chrisrashidg.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/STP5UwoKCCsAAA2x1v01/kaleido-poster-copy-1123-copy.jpg?et=O1%2BZwl1a2zJP3dKRbPMJzQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Admission is free! See you there! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-4899617003475892016?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/4899617003475892016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=4899617003475892016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/4899617003475892016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/4899617003475892016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/12/some-facts-about-up.html' title='some facts about UP Diliman Students'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-3544919192994028447</id><published>2008-11-25T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:39:05.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 100th day to us :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSzSvXrC-oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g74qcjnF3YA/s1600-h/textorized.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSzSvXrC-oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g74qcjnF3YA/s400/textorized.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272820974994258562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sana mabasa mo ung text sa picture! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-3544919192994028447?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/3544919192994028447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=3544919192994028447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/3544919192994028447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/3544919192994028447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-100th-day-to-us.html' title='happy 100th day to us :)'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSzSvXrC-oI/AAAAAAAAAFc/g74qcjnF3YA/s72-c/textorized.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-3074720840998103774</id><published>2008-11-23T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T05:35:09.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank you princess for this...*hugs*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSlb_Fb6JcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vzSPg6WOSk8/s1600-h/bday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSlb_Fb6JcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vzSPg6WOSk8/s400/bday2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271845978162996674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-3074720840998103774?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/3074720840998103774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=3074720840998103774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/3074720840998103774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/3074720840998103774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-princess-for-thishugs.html' title='thank you princess for this...*hugs*'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSlb_Fb6JcI/AAAAAAAAAFU/vzSPg6WOSk8/s72-c/bday2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-4729138684470773204</id><published>2008-11-22T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T04:52:47.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a poem for my birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSgAXIEKMNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bKMCjNvNeCM/s1600-h/DSC01816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSgAXIEKMNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bKMCjNvNeCM/s320/DSC01816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271463761139085522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should be happy today&lt;br /&gt;i know it's my day&lt;br /&gt;happy greetings and wishes&lt;br /&gt;it's all what they say&lt;br /&gt;but there is something missing&lt;br /&gt;for my heart know what is true&lt;br /&gt;this day wont be special without "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-4729138684470773204?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/4729138684470773204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=4729138684470773204&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/4729138684470773204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/4729138684470773204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem-for-my-birthday.html' title='a poem for my birthday'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSgAXIEKMNI/AAAAAAAAAFM/bKMCjNvNeCM/s72-c/DSC01816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-3969454473329421645</id><published>2008-11-18T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:59:24.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>so what kung magiging mahirap ang application?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSO2LDrjZxI/AAAAAAAAACU/nc4wAcrtz7o/s1600-h/GreenGroups020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSO2LDrjZxI/AAAAAAAAACU/nc4wAcrtz7o/s320/GreenGroups020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270256290036410130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi kasi nila, magiging mahirap daw ang application process.&lt;br /&gt;Ang hindi nila alam, ang mahirap ay hindi imposible...at ang pinaghirapan mas minamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can always give you the boring stuff why you should join:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The organization will be your training ground for the future where you can experience handling projects and various events. It gives you a look into the career you may want to take or a peek into the real world we will all enter eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;But what you don't know is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Kahit sino ka pa, welcome ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*We always strives for excellence! Every project, may it be small or big, is delivered 101%. Siksik, liglig at umaapaw! and take note...palaging succesful ang activities namin so far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Here, everyone can be your friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;It doesn't just give you mere laughter but joy. A sense of fulfillment kung tawagin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSO3QfQBRyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uKINNWsfS_k/s1600-h/Y4ITday4-LISSAvip-005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSO3QfQBRyI/AAAAAAAAAEc/uKINNWsfS_k/s320/Y4ITday4-LISSAvip-005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270257482848093986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSO3QH3HdDI/AAAAAAAAAEU/eLn1GGRnThM/s1600-h/UPLISSA-Sat0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" 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src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSO2hni2deI/AAAAAAAAACk/Ws3Bo7tJ-yI/s320/afterparty12.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270256677620708834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSO2hW_ztnI/AAAAAAAAACc/Kr6AwbXCMYc/s1600-h/ACLE08-49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSO2hW_ztnI/AAAAAAAAACc/Kr6AwbXCMYc/s320/ACLE08-49.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270256673178760818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaring magiging mahirap ang application process...but we will make sure that it will be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a learning experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*memorable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*FUN! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-3969454473329421645?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/3969454473329421645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=3969454473329421645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/3969454473329421645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/3969454473329421645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-what-kung-magiging-mahirap-ang.html' title='so what kung magiging mahirap ang application?'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SSO2LDrjZxI/AAAAAAAAACU/nc4wAcrtz7o/s72-c/GreenGroups020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-8167833407473046162</id><published>2008-11-17T03:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T03:32:41.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i need to...</title><content type='html'>i need to be optimistic...so i wont be stuck in this dead end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be strong...so i can support and defend the people who are important to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be resourceful...so i can maximize everything i have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be assertive...so my aspirations are not compromised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to be understanding...so that i wont be insensitive to the people around me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to go back...go back to where i came from and start building again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but beyond this needs...i hope "i can"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-8167833407473046162?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/8167833407473046162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=8167833407473046162&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/8167833407473046162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/8167833407473046162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-need-to.html' title='i need to...'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-4169480353640327689</id><published>2008-11-17T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T02:31:09.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i have to do my best...</title><content type='html'>lately, i feel that i have been letting other people down. i really need a good head start as soon as possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm looking for a job. my parents are expecting me to find one after 5 years and a half of college. i hope i can find a decent job as soon as possible, naguguilty na rin kasi ako na nagiging pabigat lang ako sa kanila. kahit paano, gusto ko rin namang makatulong sa kanila. sabi nga ni mommy, marami na siyang nararamdamang sakit ng katawan (pati si dad, dumadaing na rin daw). gusto ko lang mapanatag ang kalooban nila na kaya ko na ang aking sarili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before i focus on looking for a job, i still have to finish my thesis!!! sana matapos ko na ito by december. sana maging mabait sa akin ang thesis adviser ko! i really have to go on full&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;throttle on my acad mode...alam ko namang kaya ko eh! like i said, i just need a good head start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there is jean...i feel like i really letting her down...big time! palagi na lang siyang nagtatampo sa akin. sinusubukan ko naman talagang pasayahin siya palagi pero minsan (or malimit) sablay talaga ako sa kanya...ayoko ng nakikitang upset siya or malungkot dahil sa akin...ang bigat kasi ng pakiramdam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! give me the strength and the wisdom para magawa ko lahat ng ito...and i promise...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL DO MY BEST!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-4169480353640327689?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/4169480353640327689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=4169480353640327689&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/4169480353640327689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/4169480353640327689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-to-do-my-best.html' title='i have to do my best...'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-9005826291453548461</id><published>2008-11-13T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T17:07:00.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>what is right vs. what you like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;its a constant battle between doing something you like against doing what is right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-dan dorado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;intro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;palagi ko ginagamit ang katagang ito noong high school...kapag may humihingi ng payo sa akin. bilang isang ulirang peer counselor, kailangan naming pakinggan ang mga problema ng mga kapwa namin estudyante. hindi kasi lahat ng estudyante ay pumupunta sa guidance office. kapag di namin kaya ung problema na ibinahagi sa amin, then saka namin sila irerefer sa guidance counselor ng school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what is right...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano ba ang tama?&lt;br /&gt;normally, ito ung mga socially accepted na "tama"&lt;br /&gt;bawal magnakaw, pumatay, magsinungaling etc. (parang ten commandments lang ah hahaha!!!) pero minsan gray area din kung ano ang tama di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a utilitarian would say na as long as walang nagiging worse off (including yourself) sa actions mo or magbebenefit ang mas nakakarami, then you are not doing anything bad. may point! pero minsan kasi...hindi tayo masaya kapag ginawa natin ung tama...kasi minsan, may kailangan tayong isacrifice "for the benefit of other people". worse off ka, better off sila *plural noted* then tama ung gagawin/ginagawa mo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so masaya ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fulfilled oo...pero masaya? minsan hindi...someone argued me before na since ginawa mo ung tama, magiging masaya ka din in the long run...ewan ko...di pa rin ako convince...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakalimiting kasi kapag may kailangan kang sundin di ba? bawal ito..bawal ganyan..dapat ganito etc...KASI UN UNG TAMA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what you like...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dito ako masaya...ayoko lang ng may regret...walang pakialaman...nagpapakatotoo lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familliar lines?well...ito ang hirit ng mga taong ginagawa kung ano ang gusto nila. tama naman! as long as wala silang nasasagasaan or naaapakan then wala din silang ginagawang mali...pero to what extent can you do what you like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan kasi nagiging insensitive ang ibang tao kapag ginagawa na nila ung gusto nila...insensitive to the point na meron na palang ibang taong naaapektuhan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then meron pang mga hihirit ng "ito kasi ang gusto ko...ito ang nararamdaman ko...sana maintindihan ninyo..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may point! pero paano nga kapag naaapektuhan na ang ibang tao dahil patuloy mong ginagawa ang gusto mo? will you be insensitive? will you be persistent? at what expense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im more of the "doing what i like" type. i am guilty of using those lines i mentioned above. aminado ako na minsan mali ung mga ginagawa ko for the sake na masunod ung gusto ko...but i take responsibility!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fully aware sa mga ginagawa ko! if ginawa ko ung tama, alam kong hindi ko magiging regret un in the future...if ginawa ko ung gusto ko, alam kong i can take full responsibility of the consequences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikaw? alin ung pipiliin mo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-9005826291453548461?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-3343639890202388748</id><published>2008-11-13T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:53:21.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on relationships</title><content type='html'>if it's not meant to be then it's not meant to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; though i may believe that in a way… i believe there are still two most probable reasons  why things don't work out between people… it's either HE decided that things will not work out… or SHE decided that things will not work out… i think it's really that simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; loving someone and having a relationship with someone is of a totally different nature…  you may love countless people… you may still love the persons you had relationships in the past… you may still even love the people who make you feel you don't exist… but… having a relationship requires not just love but also a mutual personal decision to be with this someone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; marriage, i think is the highest form of relationship you can have with someone… and it requires a decision by two souls to stick to it no matter what…  some say it's hard… some fear it… some detest it because of the thought that they may lose their independence…  but i believe, it is more of like having that someone you can be with… someone you can count on… someone who would not mind spending every moment of your lives together… going through all those happy… sad… and special moments that, you know, you will always treasure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; if it's not meant to be then it's not meant to be… not quite…  for i think people who said that never really tried…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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relationships'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-6771830352142945597</id><published>2008-11-13T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:51:57.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feelings</title><content type='html'>we have no control of what we feel or how should we feel about something...it is an immanent force within us that is very hard to ignore...but what we do about that feeling is up to us...its a choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what do you do when you have a feeling and there is no appropriate reaction to compliment it?do you ignore it? you just let it pass?let it die?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i divert the feeling...i divert it in to something/somewhere that is manageable...where i can do something about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but the diversion is whats killing me...now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe its time to put everything in to perspective... notice the things i was ignoring...save some sanity for myself...accept the inevitable and take responsibility to face the consequences...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because it was my choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what's hard about this is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of "i wish i can..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-6771830352142945597?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6771830352142945597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-6005165727819225364</id><published>2008-11-13T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:50:11.225-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gaano mo ba kagusto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"kapag gusto, madaming paraan&lt;br /&gt;kapag ayaw maraming dahilan"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko alam kung ilang beses ko na itong nasabi o naisulat sa blog. sobrang applicable kasi sa lahat ng sitwasyon nitong quote na ito. kahit yung paborito kong anime na ONE PIECE, ito ang tema&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I were to die pursuing my dream...then that's that. atleast i tried"&lt;br /&gt;-Luffy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan, ito ang ginagawa kong sukatan para malaman ko kung gaano ba talaga kagusto ng isang tao ang ginagawa niya. halimbawa, kung ako, hindi ko magawang umabsent sa isang subject, kahit na 7 pa ito ng umaga, kahit na sobrang hirap akong gumising at maligo, then masasabi ko na interesado talaga ako sa subject na yun. pero kung halimbawa, may nagyaya sa akin na umatend ng ganitong event, kahit na may oras naman ako, minsan nagdadahilan ako dahil hindi naman talaga ako ganun kainteresado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noong nasa theater pa ako, palagi ko din ito naririnig sa direktor namin. ung iba kasing cast palaging late o kaya naman hindi talaga umaatend ng rehersals namin. in the end, tinatanggal sila sa production...ang dami kasi nilang dahilan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if you are pre-occupied with something else and you cant give your 100% for this production, then we are better off without you. no one here is indispensable..." -sir kit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan naiisip ko, ung mga taong nagdadahilan na "eh kasi wala talaga akong oras", "eh kasi busy talaga ako","eh kasi wala talaga akong maisip na paraan" "eh kasi..." ay mga taong ayaw lang talaga, hindi ko sinasabi na hindi talaga sila busy o wala talaga sila maisip but life is not a yes or no question. hindi lang dalawa ang choice natin. malaki ang gray area. you can achieve 1 end by using a thousand means. its really a matter of priority...kung alin ba talaga ang mas gusto mo...at dahil nagdahilan ka...hindi yun ang pinakagusto mo at that moment...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend from high school once told me na mali daw ung song na "i did my best, but i guess my best wasn't good enough" kasi doing your best means not giving up...and at some level, naniniwala ako dito...sumuko ka, nagdahilan ka, talo ka, hindi mo yun ganun kagusto...wag ka na magdahilan hahahaha!!! c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ikaw? gaano mo kagusto ang ginagawa mo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-6005165727819225364?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6005165727819225364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=6005165727819225364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6005165727819225364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6005165727819225364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/gaano-mo-ba-kagusto.html' title='gaano mo ba kagusto?'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-7485346924543018094</id><published>2008-11-13T06:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:41:55.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>camping</title><content type='html'>sa sobrang pagod sa pag-akyat ng bundok, ang daming pumasok sa isip ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi pala ganun kadali umakyat ng bundok hahaha!!! nung naabot ng Phil Mountaineering team and tuktok ng everest, naisip ko na hindi naman siguro ganun kahirap ung ginawa nila, nalamigan lang sila dun for a few days but climbing a mountain is not that a big deal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stand corrected!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;climbing a mountain is a test of who you really are. it measures your strength (physical and mental). sabi nga ni sir dizer, we will separate the boys and girls from the men and women...kahit nanginginig na ung binti mo sa pagod, you have to motivate yourself just to reach the summit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ilan sa mga naging realization ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the trail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzIPRbBH2I/AAAAAAAAACM/pmcC6IVOotg/s1600-h/trail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzIPRbBH2I/AAAAAAAAACM/pmcC6IVOotg/s320/trail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268305828816953186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang trail lang ang ginamit ng buong class pero iba-iba ang diskarte namin sa pagtahak nito. merong sa bato lang umaapak, merong ayaw ng walang hinahawakan, may mas piniling gumapang kesa madulas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: ang mga diskarte natin sa buhay ay repleksyon kung sino tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the gears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzINy4qY9I/AAAAAAAAABs/FORzRabAODk/s1600-h/gears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzINy4qY9I/AAAAAAAAABs/FORzRabAODk/s320/gears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268305803439924178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil naiwan ko ung boots na suot ko araw-araw sa laguna, kailangan kong bumili ng bagong boots para sa camping. meron naman akong rubber shoes sa boarding house pero for some reason, ayoko siyang suotin sa hiking namin. and it pays off. never akong nadulas sa trail specially nung pababa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pinagdala din kami ng kapote dahil baka daw umulan pero thank God dahil maganda ang panahon nung mga time na yun. sa totoong climb, dapat kumpleto ka sa gears dahil hindi mo alam ang pagdadaanan ninyo sa climb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: mag-aral ng mabuti and equipped yourself with knowledge that can be useful in the future. you dont know...things that you read today can be helpful in the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzIOe4x0ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Hkhi0GDw2Jc/s1600-h/rocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzIOe4x0ZI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Hkhi0GDw2Jc/s320/rocks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268305815251571090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa climb namin sa zambales, pahirap ung mga bato sa pag-akyat. pwede naman kasing inclined plane. naapreciate ko ung mga bato nung pababa na kami, halos bato lang ung tinutungtungan ko para hindi ako magdiredirekso pababa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: madaming bato na magpapahirap ng akyat natin sa bundok ng buhay pero itong mga batong ito na tinatawag nating pagsubok ang siyang aalalay sa atin para di tayo tuluyang mahulog pababa to the point na di na uli tayo makakaakyat pa. we call it "experiences"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzIOdBB9RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZTxJjRUjjPU/s1600-h/people.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzIOdBB9RI/AAAAAAAAAB0/ZTxJjRUjjPU/s320/people.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268305814749312274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sila ang team toge (team together daw *corny*) sila ung ang kasama ko sa 1st climb, sayang at wala kaming group pic nung 2nd climb. on the way marami kaming nakasalubong. mga paakyat pa lang, mga pababa na, mga locals (nagbebenta sila ng halo-halo at softdrinks sa taas ng bundok hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: if you feel that you're life is miserable because of problems. think again! there are people who might be experiencing the same, people who already made it, people who are stuck. and its up to you kung kanino ka sasama at paano sila pakikisamahan basta at the end of the day, your focus will still be the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;the summit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzIO8psguI/AAAAAAAAACE/GNF6S1MO6Pw/s1600-h/summit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzIO8psguI/AAAAAAAAACE/GNF6S1MO6Pw/s320/summit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268305823241372386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best part of the climb, personally, kahit na pagod na ako, nung  nakita ko ung summit, di ko napigilang tumakbo, ewan, bast lahat kami napatakbo, may napaluha pa nga. after all the hardship, nakuha din namin ung goal namin!!! it was very fulfilling and it made all the sacrifices worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: do not lose focus on your goal, itaya mo dito ang buhay mo para makuha ito, if hindi mo feel na ibigay ang lahat para sa isang bagay na iyon, maybe you dont really want it that badly... (inspired by luffy hahaha!!!) because once you get there, you can look back and assess kung sino ka talaga. also it will be your stepping stone in climbing a new mountains c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not that i dont know these stuff, its just that the experience made me remember these things about life c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw this on todays PDI, an article by Margie David Collins titled "How do you go the distance?". i thought this will be a good supplement for this blog c;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Educational deficit works imperceptibly throughout our lifetime: There will always be people cleverer than us. Education doesn’t end with graduation. It’s not a destination, but a process of learning, all the time. We have more information these days, but less knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arm yourself with the tools of a well-explored life—books, philosophy, newspapers, conversation. Go back to school, if you must; opt for engineering, the sciences, pure maths! Equip yourself with useful skills. Cultivate a habit of mind and thinking; learn for success as well as for pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A man’s ambition must be so small to write his name on a privy wall, goes the English proverb. A large and consuming ambition is an excellent thing, like a fire that guides you out of the darkness into the light. Have ambition, as if your life depended on it. Let your reach exceed your grasp. One day it will be a pleasure to read of Filipino particle physicists, Nobel laureates or Olympic superstars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We’re mere specks in the universe; know your self—your strengths, weaknesses, hopes, dreams. Punctuate the grammar of your life with charm, humor, curiosity about the world, interest in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Embrace hard work—if it’s worth having, it won’t come easy. Don’t let your nerve collapse easily. Take responsibility of your life. Summon up the blood, stiffen the sinew and let spine click firm. “Work is about a daily search for meaning as well as daily bread,” wrote Studs Terkel. “About recognition as well as cash, astonishment rather than torpor.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Have pride in yourself, your achievements and striving. No one knows the tightrope you have walked, how close to the wind you ran to get this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your parents should have given you: Roots—so you know where you came from and where to come home at the end of your journey. Wings—so you can fly away from the nest, soar and make your mark upon the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We can’t buy charisma and we’ll never be perfect, so we work hard to improve ourselves—our speech; the way we behave, extending exquisite courtesy and respect to others; the way we conduct ourselves, in the Confucian way, with the same prudence and honesty we go about our lives, as if we’re being watched by 10 pairs of eyes and pointed at by 10 fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Sometimes you will fail and fall off your cushy perch. Pick yourself off the floor, learn from valuable mistakes and move on. The higher the monkey climbs the tree, the more of his nether regions are exposed. Remember Kipling—If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two impostors just the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Have a life strategy and make your career one exciting enterprise. Market yourself unashamedly. Make new friends, but keep old ones; form long-term alliances; keep enemies close to your heart and opponents on your side. Know the secrets of their hearts; it’s better to have the camels inside your tent pissing out than outside pissing in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. It’s an adventure! Be alert to threats, but fear nothing and no one. Money is life’s report card, but not the only one. You have a rightful place in this world, live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Godspeed!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-7485346924543018094?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/7485346924543018094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=7485346924543018094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/7485346924543018094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/7485346924543018094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/camping.html' title='camping'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRzIPRbBH2I/AAAAAAAAACM/pmcC6IVOotg/s72-c/trail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-5973653642400161219</id><published>2008-11-13T06:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T06:02:06.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lomography</title><content type='html'>as early as kindergarten, i already knew that im not good at drawing! it was frustrating for me seeing my classmates drawing their favorite cartoon character while all i can produce is a hideous stick drawing (you'll know that i'm drawing son gouku because of the hair hahaha!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i used to give my teacher in "art appreciation" a hard time because i failed to submit my plates on time. note sa blackboard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INCOMPLETE PLATES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorado 1, 2, 3, 5, 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really have no idea how i passed that subject ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i joined the school paper and since writing is also one of my frustration (see my stalker's confession) i applied to whats left...photojournalism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the start i really had no idea what to do. to my surprise, my pictures came up pretty good to the point that i was confident to compete. it was an amazing feeling to win using only a kb10 against slrs and digital cameras *nyahahahaha* but the best part of taking pictures is that it took away my frustration in drawing. the world is a picture already drawn...you just have to pick which drawing to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i used to take a foldable stool every time i take pictures to make sure i have something to stand on every time i need an angle from the top. i (we) used to lay down on the streets, climb trees, ask permission to enter residential building to get that angle you want. it was pure, hardcore photography!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was introduce to "real" photography (i joined this one major photography contest) that have these rules and parameters. do this!!! do that!!! its overexpose etc. it took away the fun for me ;c&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not to mention digital photography where you take a picture and then enhance it later on. i feel like im cheating my picture...my drawing...i always believe that you don't need to enhance a picture (using softwares). if you are not contented, take a better shot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently i was introduce to this group of lomographers (lomomanila) and i really enjoyed their pictures. it brought back all my fun memories with my kb10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lomography revolves around a simple rule: Relax, just shoot. The pictures are always yours. You give your personal touch to each photo. Colors don’t need to be realistic. You can play with colors and end up with a photo that moves you. You don't have to bring to many equipments, just one camera is enough. All you need is a film camera, not necessarily a LOMO. Even an Instamatic will do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-5973653642400161219?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5973653642400161219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=5973653642400161219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/5973653642400161219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/5973653642400161219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/lomography.html' title='lomography'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-8934511654121229060</id><published>2008-11-13T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:58:51.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know better than i</title><content type='html'>back in high school, many of my classmates believed that i would be a priest. i too for sometime believed that this was my calling. many are called but few are chosen they say so i guess im not one of the chosen one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of this moment, i consider myself as an agnostic theist. anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while digging up my old mp3s, i stumbled upon this song,  BETTER THAN I. it came from a an animated movie (Joseph, King of Dreams). i used this song sa mga youth camp namin (talk no. 1 God's Plans). upon listening again to this song, madami ako narealize...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song is only applicable sa mga taong may FAITH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana makatulong ang kantang ito sa inyong hindi alam ang gagawin as of this moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I did what's right&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had the answers&lt;br /&gt;I thought I choose the surest road&lt;br /&gt;But that road brought me here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;And told You how to help me&lt;br /&gt;Now just when I have given up&lt;br /&gt;The truth is coming clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;You know better than I&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;I've let go, the need to know why&lt;br /&gt;For You know better than I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this has been a test&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see the reason&lt;br /&gt;But maybe knowing I don't know&lt;br /&gt;Is part of getting through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to do what's best&lt;br /&gt;And faith has made it easy&lt;br /&gt;To see the best thing I can do&lt;br /&gt;Is put my trust in You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw one cloud and thought it was a sky&lt;br /&gt;I saw one bird and thought that I could follow&lt;br /&gt;But it was You who taught that bird to fly&lt;br /&gt;If I let You reach me&lt;br /&gt;Will You teach me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know better than I&lt;br /&gt;You know the way&lt;br /&gt;I've let go, the need to know why&lt;br /&gt;I take what answer, You supply&lt;br /&gt;For You know better than I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TcgpExqkLwE&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/8934511654121229060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-know-better-than-i.html' title='You know better than i'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-1617440965929420453</id><published>2008-11-13T05:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:56:36.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bawal ang assuming</title><content type='html'>Hindi dahil kinaibigan ka, liligawan ka na. Not every guy who befriends you has an ulterior motive. There is a reason why he befriended you, but don't automatically assume that it's because he wants to be your so-called boyfriend. If this will be the principle you'll follow every time someone asks you to be his friend, you're gonna miss a great deal from the friendship.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil mabait sa iyo, nililigawan ka na. There are people who are naturally sweet and kind. There are people who are innately good and no matter how wicked you seem, they just find it so easy to be kind to you. It doesn't mean he is courting you. Don't put yourself through unnecessary stress trying to figure out if he's courting you or not. Because I think if he is, you won't have to guess, you'll know and you'll be very certain about it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil he talks to you a lot, he loves you na. You don't befriend a person if you absolutely&lt;br /&gt;abhor him, right? Chances are you make sense when he talks to you, or you're probably very&lt;br /&gt;patient listening to him. The two of you probably connect on some level but why does it always have to be assumed to be romantic? Being two intelligent, mature human beings, you need to accept that it's nice to share a cup of coffee over a stimulating conversation, and that you don't have to automatically put romantic connotation to it. Relieve yourself of the pressure. It's just coffee and a shared interest.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil cute ang friend mo, crush/love mo na siya. "lakas amats mo na for repapips!" maybe you are nearsighted but not blind. You can still appreciate God's creation! However, there will always be weird things, crazy things, stupid things that will keep you, believe me, from having a crush on him. First of all, you'd know his history with women, enough to judge what's good for you. Second, don't you just hate it when that guy who's absolutely always put together, who looks intelligent enough pronounces the word country as "kawntri" and the word mango as "meynggo." i mean pwede namang siyang magtagalog kapag kausap natin pero maciado siyang pa-impress...it tells a lot about him you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hindi dahil you hang out with each other most of the time, you'd end up being boyfriend-&lt;br /&gt;girlfriend. Self-explanatory... There are a thousand, no million different reasons why things don't always turn out that way. There is no one proven formula. For all we know, the reason why he likes hanging out with you is because he likes getting kikay tips from you. He probably plans on being kikay himself and he needs a mentor. (hahaha!!! c kristel ang may pakana nito ;p)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-1617440965929420453?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/1617440965929420453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=1617440965929420453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/1617440965929420453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/1617440965929420453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/bawal-ang-assuming.html' title='bawal ang assuming'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-7983523222294054465</id><published>2008-11-13T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:55:12.478-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a stalker's confession</title><content type='html'>sa isang di inaasahang pagkakataon, muli ko siyang nakita noong nakaraang sabado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kinilig ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang labo...matapos ang ilang taon, kinikilig pa rin ako kapag nakikita ko siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa akong "anti-social" na bata noong nasa mababang paaralan ako. palaging nasa library, nagbabasa ng "the adventures of tintin" at "guinness book of world records". kontento na ako sa ganung estado hanggang sa nakilala ko siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabibilang siya sa mga matatawag kong elitista sa aming paaralan, kasapi sa ibat-ibang samahan, paborito ng mga guro at madre, palakaibigan... she was SOMEONE, i was a NO ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil sa taglay niyang karisma, naging interesado ako sa kanya. sinubukan kong makipagkaibigan. gaya ng inaasahan, di niya ako tinggihan, she was just being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simula noon, araw-araw ko siyang inaasar. wala naman kasi akong masasabi o maikwekwento sa kanya. yun lang ang aking tanging paraan para makausap siya. subalit dala na rin siguro ng mga pang-aasar ko, bigla na lang siyang umiyak. natakot ako. humingi ako ng paumanhin. baka di na niya ako kausapin. tinigilan ko ang aking mga pang-aasar. di muna kami nag-usap. subalit sa mga araw na di kami nagpansinan doon ko napagtanto..hinahanap ko na siya..may gusto na ako sa kanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madalas akong tumambay sa isang gusali kung saan tanaw ko siya habang kumakain ng kanyang tanghalian. nakatayo ako doon araw-araw sa loob ng kalahating oras. sa mga sandaling yaon, masaya ako. kuntento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagtungtong ko sa mataas na paaralan, nangako ako sa aking sarili&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'LL ALSO BE A SOMEONE!!!&lt;br /&gt;AND THEN...LILIGAWAN KO SIYA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sinalihan ko ang mga samahang kinabibilangan niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drum and lyre band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil malaki akong tao, bass drum ang napatapat sa akin. medyo nakakahiya pero lyrist siya. bahala na. nov 22. kaarawan ko. kailangan naming tumugtog para sa parada ng mga atleta kahit malakas ang ulan. binati niya ako, matapos ang mahabang panahon, muli kaming nag-usap..sa ulan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peer counselor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di talaga ako kasapi sa samahang ito subalit karamihan sa mga kaibigan ko ay miyembro nito kaya kahit sumasama ako sa mga pagpupulong nila, hindi halata na saling pusa lang ako. nagtaka na lamang ang aming guidance couselor kung bakit wala akong application form noong nag-aayos sila ng files. napagalitan ako subalit ayos lang. nakasama ko siya sa ilang overnight camp dahil sa samahang ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;student council&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takot akong humarap sa tao subalit sa di inaasahang pagkakataon, napasama ako sa samahan ng mga istudyanteng lider. ayos na rin. isa siya sa mga opisyal ng samahan. mas lalo kaming naging malapit sa isat-isa. pinagbuti ko ang aking trabaho upang mapansin niya ako. unti-unti ng nababago ang aking pagkatao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;school newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng gawaing pangpaaralan, pagsusulat ang pinakaayaw ko. di kasi ako magaling magsulat. subalit kailangan kong sumali...siya ang patnugot sa filipino. sinubukan ko ang photojournalism. kahit na kodak kb10 lang ang kamera ko, pinagbutihan ko upang muli ay lalo niya akong mapansin, malayo din ang narating ko. nanalo ako sa ilang patimpalak sa photojournalism...lahat ng ito...para mapansin niya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teatro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa lang ang nasa isip ko noong sumali ako sa teatro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SANA MAKUHA KO ANG PANGUNAHING KARAKTER SA PALABAS AT SIYA ANG AKING MAGING KAPAREHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marahil ay nadinig ang aking dasal dahil napunta nga sa akin ang papel ng lalaking pangunahing karakter at sa kanya ang papel bilang aking kapareha. ito na sana ang pinakamasayang araw ng buhay ko dahil bukod sa natupad ang aking hiling, kasama sa produksyon ang pag-awit ng kantang simulat-sumula pa ay inihandog ko na sa kanya (ON MY OWN). yun na ang pagkakataon na maawit ko ito sa kanya ng ng harap-harapan. subalit yun din ang dahilan kung bakit kailangang ibigay sa iba ang kanyang papel na gagampanan...di siya gaano magaling kumanta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nanalo siya bilang pangulo ng aming student council, sa sumunod na taon, ako naman ang naging pangulo. sa mga panahong iyon, nasabi ko sa sarili ko na:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW, I AM SOMEONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;malaki na ang pinagbago ko. napagtanto ko na madami pala akong kayang gawin, mga talentong di ko alam na meron pala ako...lahat yun ay dahil sa kanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;subalit gragraduate sa siya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang araw. nilapitan niya ako. may aaminin daw siya...sabi niya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALAM KO MALI ITO PERO NAIINIS AKO SAYO, PAKIRAMDAM KO KASI, KINUKUMPITENSIYA MO AKO SA LAHAT NG GINAGAWA KO KAYA SANA PATAWARIN MO AKO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natahimik ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HINDI YUN GANUN...HINDI KITA KINUKUMPITENSIYA...GINAWA KO LAHAT NG IYON UPANG MAPANSIN MO AKO...UPANG MAHALIN MO DIN AKO...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-7983523222294054465?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-2332558229352521813</id><published>2008-11-13T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T05:53:14.308-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang halimaw kong roommate</title><content type='html'>normally, i would be talking about cyrus when i say "roommate" pero lumipat na po ako ng bhaus (yes, hindi na ako taga-OUR, taga area 2 na po ako) so this will be about my new roommate, he is currently taking up MA major in Voice sa UP College of Music aand has been working with the UP Concert Chorus for quite sometime now. he does not know that im writing this so itatago ko na lang siya sa pangalang "ryan"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on with the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night dumating yung friend niya sa bhaus namin (itatago ko siya sa pangalang josh, kalevel ni josh groban ung boses niya). MA major in Voice din daw siya ayon kay ryan. anyway, josh asked ryan if pwede siyang ipagrecord ng "go the distance" na piano accompaniment using ryan's keyboard. being a good friend, pumayag si ryan. kinabit ni josh ung laptop niya sa keyboard ni ryan at nagsimula na ang kanilang concert. the problem was basag ung pagkakarecord nila dahil masyadong complex ung software ni josh, di nila makuha ung tamang mix. dito na ko umepal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i offered my laptop and software and being desperate, pumayag sila. ginamit ko ung easy mp3 recorder ko (para sa mga nagpareformat sa akin ng laptop, alam nyo ito). nagustuhan naman nila ung quality nung record. pwede na daw pang studio.kaso may isang problema ng software ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakaline-in ung keyboard ni ryan sa laptop ko so technically, hindi naririnig ni ryan ung tinutugtog niya!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok lang yan, kusa na lang lalabas sa akin" nag-ala beethoven ang halimaw kong roommate (Beethoven's hearing gradually deteriorated beginning in his twenties, yet he continued to compose masterpieces, and to conduct and perform, even after he was completely deaf. [wikipedia])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after naming matapos at mapakinggan ung record, di matanggal sa mukha ko ang ngiti sa pagkaasteeg!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;share ko sa inyo ung recording na ginawa namin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ala siya piyesa nung "go the distance"&lt;br /&gt;2. on the spot niya ginawa ung accompaniment&lt;br /&gt;3. isang take lang kami sa recording (pero nagpractice muna siya before kami nagrecord)&lt;br /&gt;4. di niya naririnig ung tinutugtog niya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hintayin nyo lang lumabas yung playbar from imeem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/aThHVqy4Jr/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/aThHVqy4Jr/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/KlV2E5/music/mlNIign_/roomate_go_the_distancemp3/"&gt;go the distance.mp3 - roomate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-2332558229352521813?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/2332558229352521813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=2332558229352521813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/2332558229352521813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/2332558229352521813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/ang-halimaw-kong-roommate.html' title='ang halimaw kong roommate'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-1111603758376346896</id><published>2008-11-11T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T17:56:14.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you break a promise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRo3r4fEJLI/AAAAAAAAABk/lWzPEIYsVmg/s1600-h/broken_promise_by_don_paolo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRo3r4fEJLI/AAAAAAAAABk/lWzPEIYsVmg/s320/broken_promise_by_don_paolo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267583941199799474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do when you break a promise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you say sorry?&lt;br /&gt;you make amends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that wont do anything, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter what you do..a broken promise is a broken promise ;c&lt;br /&gt;and that will be a regret that will you will carry for as long as you live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just broke one...and its killing me now... ;c&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-1111603758376346896?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/1111603758376346896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=1111603758376346896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/1111603758376346896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/1111603758376346896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/when-you-break-promise.html' title='when you break a promise...'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRo3r4fEJLI/AAAAAAAAABk/lWzPEIYsVmg/s72-c/broken_promise_by_don_paolo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-5410087526642226150</id><published>2008-11-10T03:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:13:35.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a count-up with my princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/widgets/emolove.swf" menu="false" flashvars="d=18&amp;amp;m=7&amp;amp;y=2008&amp;amp;mycolor=DB0044&amp;amp;mycolor2=F8F7FF" quality="best" scale="noscale" bgcolor="#ffffff" wmode="transparent" name="MyFlashFetish.com" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="230" width="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.4NXC/bT*xJmx*PTEyMjYyMjg1NzI5NjgmcHQ9MTIyNjIyOTY4NDQ2OCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jmc9MSZ*PSZvPWY5MDc*NWQ4OWI5NDQ4NGE5NDNhMzY4ZjBiZjE*ZGM*.gif" border="0" height="0" width="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;and i hope that our relationship will go on and on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRgW5-EhveI/AAAAAAAAABc/no9E59cZnwY/s1600-h/mugiwara021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRgW5-EhveI/AAAAAAAAABc/no9E59cZnwY/s320/mugiwara021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266984949380136418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-5410087526642226150?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/5410087526642226150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=5410087526642226150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/5410087526642226150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/5410087526642226150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/count-up-with-my-princess.html' title='a count-up with my princess'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRgW5-EhveI/AAAAAAAAABc/no9E59cZnwY/s72-c/mugiwara021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-3516799186871485745</id><published>2008-11-10T02:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T02:56:23.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRgTJplEcZI/AAAAAAAAABU/2OfGsJYf2ZM/s1600-h/failure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRgTJplEcZI/AAAAAAAAABU/2OfGsJYf2ZM/s320/failure.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266980820710879634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Failure doesn’t mean – You are a failure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It means – You have not succeeded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Failure doesn’t mean – You accomplished nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It means - You have learned something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Failure doesn’t mean – You have been a fool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It means – You had faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Failure doesn’t mean – You have been disgraced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It means – You were willing to try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Failure doesn’t mean – You don’t have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It means - You have to do it in a different way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Failure doesn’t mean – You are inferior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It means – You are not perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Failure doesn’t mean – You have wasted your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It means – You have a reason to start afresh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Failure doesn’t mean – You should give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It means – You must try harder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Failure doesn’t mean – You’ll never make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It means – It will take a little longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Failure doesn’t mean – God has abandoned you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Calibri;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It means – God has a better way for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-3516799186871485745?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/3516799186871485745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=3516799186871485745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/3516799186871485745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/3516799186871485745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/failure.html' title='failure'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRgTJplEcZI/AAAAAAAAABU/2OfGsJYf2ZM/s72-c/failure.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-6495073093845606833</id><published>2008-11-09T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:56:23.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and i am still your dear friend</title><content type='html'>i am really sad about what happened to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how much i value our friendship.&lt;br /&gt;you know that i will always be there for you when you need me.&lt;br /&gt;you know that i miss you..all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam ko na tampo ka pa rin sa akin ngayon&lt;br /&gt;at alam ko na matatagalan pa bago mo ako mapatawad&lt;br /&gt;i just want you to know that di pa rin nagbabago ang tingin ko sayo bilang isang dear friend&lt;br /&gt;we may have our differences&lt;br /&gt;but i know we can look past it&lt;br /&gt;again...im sorry!&lt;br /&gt;there are things that i really need to do out of principle&lt;br /&gt;it may be hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;but i hope someday you will&lt;br /&gt;and i just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;that i am still the "DAN" you used to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AND I AM STILL YOUR DEAR FRIEND&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-6495073093845606833?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6495073093845606833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=6495073093845606833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6495073093845606833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6495073093845606833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/and-i-am-still-your-dear-friend.html' title='...and i am still your dear friend'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-1835561178889827291</id><published>2008-11-07T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T17:20:01.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CERY JEAN</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;-an I not see your smile? &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-verytime I pass by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;-eally! I want to see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;-our unique and simple beauty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;-ust one smile to take away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;-very cloud on this rainy day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;-nd if you still find it's hard to smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;-ever forget I am here to make everything worthwhile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;I LOVE YOU CERY JEAN!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266173930297337842" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRU1ScjLp_I/AAAAAAAAABM/ReJKNgZOfzI/s320/mugiwara001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-1835561178889827291?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/1835561178889827291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=1835561178889827291&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/1835561178889827291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/1835561178889827291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/cery-jean.html' title='CERY JEAN'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRU1ScjLp_I/AAAAAAAAABM/ReJKNgZOfzI/s72-c/mugiwara001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8749748420226793930.post-6032733565842928963</id><published>2008-11-07T20:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:37:37.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>who am i?</title><content type='html'>who am i you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; just an ordinary guy&lt;br /&gt;doing things that makes me happy&lt;br /&gt;living a life that is so worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i you ask?&lt;br /&gt;a responsible but rebellious son&lt;br /&gt;a supportive yet passive brother&lt;br /&gt;i place my family next to none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i you ask?&lt;br /&gt;a very reliable friend&lt;br /&gt;someone who will go the extra mile&lt;br /&gt;to give you a helping hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who am i you ask?&lt;br /&gt;a lover who will be always true&lt;br /&gt;a masochist when it comes to love&lt;br /&gt;spontaneous and romantic too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so who am i you ask?&lt;br /&gt;well...that will be yours to find out&lt;br /&gt;so welcome to my blogsite!&lt;br /&gt;and discover "who am i" all about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8749748420226793930-6032733565842928963?l=mugiwara-18.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/feeds/6032733565842928963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8749748420226793930&amp;postID=6032733565842928963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6032733565842928963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8749748420226793930/posts/default/6032733565842928963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mugiwara-18.blogspot.com/2008/11/testing.html' title='who am i?'/><author><name>mugiwara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13906320961533084713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dIPZqwgI8a0/SRUeQaNp7qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SAXXf8BfEYE/S220/Portrait.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
