<?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-16955829</id><updated>2011-04-22T12:28:12.295+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Reasons and Rainbows</title><subtitle type='html'>a woRry fReAk - a sELf pRocLaiMed CrY bAby-SoMeoNe wHo pRefErs To sTaY iN tHe bAckGroUnD-a nEopHobIc wHo pReFerS tO hAvE tHinGs sTaY tHe wAy thEy aRe-pAroKyA ni eDgaR aNd erAseRheaDs fAnaTic-fRusTraTed wRiteR anD frUstRatEd phOtoGraPheR-soMeoNe whO loVeS reAdiNg puGaD baBoY aNd joHn grIshAm noVelS anD waTchiNg dOcumEntaRieS aNd tAkiNg picTurEs-koReaN fiLm cOllEctOr wHo fiNdS wAlKinG maGiCaL-aLwAyS iN deEp tHouGhtS aNd rAndOm moOdS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>63</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114801682137433385</id><published>2006-05-19T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:33:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another corner on the web</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dear readers (kung meron man),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i wont be updating this blog anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;you may go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://mylittlegalaxy.wordpress.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; instead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-114801682137433385?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114801682137433385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114801682137433385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114801682137433385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114801682137433385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/05/another-corner-on-web.html' title='another corner on the web'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114730877660684300</id><published>2006-05-11T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T10:25:07.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>job satisfaction</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg="" style="color: rgb(221, 221, 221);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 23%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/job-2.jpg" height="80" width="80" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your job is not bad, but it's probably not a long term thing.&lt;br /&gt;You're just not happy enough to stick around for too long...&lt;br /&gt;And there's little that can change how you feel.&lt;br /&gt;Start looking around for other options, but only quit for something really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/"&gt;Should You Quit Your Job?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;nakuha ko lang to sa blog ni &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 102, 102);" href="http://yashko.blogdrive.com/"&gt;yashko&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. this is my fourth job since i graduated (2003). after 4 different positions: i was a junior developer, a technical support engineer, a software tester and a QA engineer; 8 different boss, 4 buildings, 4 different locations, a hundred or so teamates, 4 desktops and 1 laptop pc, 3 letters of resignation, a dozen or so interviews and no vacation leave or long breaks in between... i have no plans of moving out (not yet anyway). this is the first job where i landed a regular post, where i was able to use the company's health card benefit, where i was able to use and abuse the high speed dsl connection and the low restrictions implemented by the i.t. team, and where after almost a year of service, i am not hunting for a greener pasture. yes, i could stay. and i think i will, unless an opportunity to travel/work abroad knocks my way. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-114730877660684300?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114730877660684300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114730877660684300' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114730877660684300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114730877660684300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/05/job-satisfaction.html' title='job satisfaction'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114725711932041873</id><published>2006-05-10T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T13:52:24.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one year since</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was digging thru my mail when i accidentally found out that today marks the day when I was officially hired here at gxs(i.e. job offer and contract signing). has it been that long? it seems only yesterday when i was rushing to get my pre employment medical examination. its just hard to believe that 365 days had passed since. so i decided to post my goodbye letter  for the CITIphil folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;THANK YOU! (grace dela pea - logging off)&lt;br /&gt;sent: june 30, 2005 my last day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"a journey of  a thousand miles begins with a single step."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;today is my  last day here at citiPHIL. During my  stay, I've learned ten things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;10.Life is a  long winding road. I never imagined that I would be writing this email this  early and that I'd be hesitant and gloomy in doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;9. Life is  unpredictable. The ratio of CAT to user could never be defined. In short, laging  may nag aagawan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;8. Timing is  important. The office is more peaceful to work at around midnight. Concentration  level could reach 100%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;7. Your  memory is priceless. The ability to remember half a dozen password associated  with half a dozen username is a rare talent. If you dont have it, you should  learn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;6. Simple  things matters the most. An excel file, a palm card and a camera is essential to  your stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;5. Laughter  is the best medicine. Don't forget to smile, no matter how long your day gets or  how tired you are, always remember that there will always be reason to smile at  the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;4. Life is  short, Time is gold. When beating a deadline, makakalimutan mo ng mag toothbrush  at kumain matapos lang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;3. Love  conquers all. People do fall in love, even on top of all the bdmilogs, STRs,  endless overtime, everything kahit na nasa loob ng CATlab. It's inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;2. Friends  color your world. Another journey has come my way, but i'll never forget the  people that i have met here. Whatever happens, you will always be a part of me.  Thank you for the friendship, the memories, the support, the laughter, the kodak  moments, the bonding moments... maraming salamat!  sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1. This is a  small world after all.... Till we meet again,  folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is  beautiful. And it goes on.... :) It was a really nice working with you guys.  Thank you to my ITF family, sa mga dev na lagi kong kinukulit, sa mga Test  Managers that I worked with, and to all of my friends here. I'd like to thank  all of you for your time and effort and for believing in me. And I want you to  know that this means so much to me. Really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;logging off,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ma. grace  dela Peña&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hersheys_haven@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"ad astra per  aspera (a rough road leads to the stars)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;***trivia: i started working here last july 4, 2005. malapit na first year anniv ko.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/citi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/citi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&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/16955829-114725711932041873?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114725711932041873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114725711932041873' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114725711932041873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114725711932041873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-year-since.html' title='one year since'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114713327620748789</id><published>2006-05-09T08:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:10:43.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unfinished stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yesterday, it came to me that all of my previous posts are unended. So here goes, what exactly happened next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To begin with,I'm so happy to say that my mom has successfully conquered the operation. She's in a pretty good shape now except that the doctor said she's a diabetic which is fairly predictable since my grandma is also one. It also means that she has to take some medicines as a maintenance drug. This makes me think. I have to cut on sugar. I put too much on my coffee and my sweet tooth is yet to go away. But on the other hand, I'm really grateful that my mom is alright now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The galera getaway concluded with a blast. We had so much fun doing simple stuff. The only thing I was not exactly happy about was the clogged toilet. Just imagining it still makes me sick. I am not a neat freak. But the place was so extremely foul I couldn't help myself but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maginarte.&lt;/span&gt; The Sunday night tequilla session was the best part. I have never laughed that hard for a long long time, it felt soooooo good.The aftershock is overwhelming as well. Now, jun and I dont have to rely on Friends episodes alone to make us laugh when we're together.And though I'm not much of a person who curse a lot...you'll hear us these days saying "I'm so fucking happy.." and "We're so fuckin' poor you know..." while laughing our hearts out. A big thanks to hottie, your moment as i said, was priceless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Jewel in the Palace marathon, on the other hand, was put on hold. I have so much to do on weekends that I cant manage to finish the last volume. I also have Wonderful Life (currently downloading) and Hana Yori Dango&lt;br /&gt;(meteor garden japanese version)in the pipeline this summer. All started but nothing done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now, as for my grandma, the news is not good. She still hasn't wake up since the incident roughly two weeks ago. Although she's not in the Intensive Care Unit anymore, there is no sign of improvement. She still remains as lifeless as before, and her body seems to be deteriorating little by little. It pains me to see her suffer. I think no one deserves to be in her shoes right now. And for us, her family...waiting is an agony itself. We still hope that she'd be okay. That one day she'll be able to wake up and everything will be back as it was. But the doctor's voice is louder than any of that thoughts. "Only our prayers and a miracle could help her now..."As of the moment, there is nothing to do but wait. And the only thing that could help her are prayers. If you are reading this, I sincerely ask you to say a silent prayer for my lola. Once again i can feel the hospital blues. While the hospital bills are piling up, as we go on our normal life, and as we continue to experience the ups and downs of life, there are some people who are fighting just to live. And my lola is one of them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lastly, may ginagawa na ko! haaaah! at long long last... nararamdaman ko na ulit ang feeling ng busy. yung hindi ka makatayo sa kate-test. Yung nakakalimutan mong mag toothbrush kasi madami kang kelangang tapusin. Tama ang kutob ko... adik lang talaga ko sa stress at overtime kaya hirap na hirap akong maging petiks. Hehehe. Sana laging ganito. Masarap ang feeling ng may ginagawa. Yahoo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Remind me if I left something out... Just leave a note. :)&lt;/span&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/16955829-114713327620748789?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114713327620748789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114713327620748789' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114713327620748789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114713327620748789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/05/unfinished-stories.html' title='unfinished stories'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114663655012134638</id><published>2006-05-03T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T16:28:12.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wonderful life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/b_etc02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/b_etc02.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They say no one's really truly happy in this world.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's a doctor who dreamed of being a singer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A lawyer who wanted to be an artist...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A janitor who couldn't be an actor...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A mother who couldn't become a diplomat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pilot who couldn't marry his true love...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life doesn't always turn out the way you expect.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you still have to live it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If that's the case, shouldn't we try to be happy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and try to love each other?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shouldn't we try hard?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even if it's hard..." - Se Jin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You should drive slowly.&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn't rely on your brakes.&lt;br /&gt;What if they fail?" - Seung wan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"What a loving gaze...&lt;br /&gt;What's the difference between you and me?&lt;br /&gt;I'm honest with my feelings and I show them.&lt;br /&gt;But you pretend not to have them and act cool." -Chaeyoung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We're different.&lt;br /&gt;You want something that's not yours, and I'm content watching her be happy.&lt;br /&gt;You want to steal him away, but I'm more comfortable watching from afar.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not trying to act cool. It's just my way." -Do-hyun (*mahal ko na talaga tong taong to...*)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;"Seung-wan, have you ever felt nervous in the presence of another woman since we got married?&lt;br /&gt;Has your heart skipped a beat?&lt;br /&gt;Mine has.&lt;br /&gt;Some days when I see him, I feel like my heart's going to break into pieces, it hurts so much.&lt;br /&gt;And some days, I'm happy just seeing his face.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I keep making mistakes in front of him.&lt;br /&gt;And I keep saying things I don't mean." - Se-Jin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;excerpts from wonderful life.im falling in love with Lee Ji-hoon (henry). his eyes are so dreamy...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-114663655012134638?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114663655012134638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114663655012134638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114663655012134638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114663655012134638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/05/wonderful-life.html' title='wonderful life'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114656091301879512</id><published>2006-05-02T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:47:12.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>galera getaway 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/galera2k6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/galera2k6.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;natuloy ako sa galera. nagpaalam ako sa mga kinauukulan at katuwa naman pumayag sila. meron lang pakonti konting dagdag bawas sa kwento. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was fun. simple yet relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumating kami dito sa pier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/29042006%28009%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/29042006%28009%29.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; ng alas dose ng tanghali.pero dahil sa dami ng tao, wala kaming mabilihan ng ticket. 4pm na yung earliest ferry na nakuha namin.kaya tambay muna. si jun jun,nagpusoy mag isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/29042006%28005%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/29042006%28005%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si marco,nagbilang ng barya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/29042006%28006%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/29042006%28006%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si aids, nagbutinting ng pocket pc nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/29042006%28008%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/29042006%28008%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a million and a half years, dumating na yung ferry.&lt;strikeout&gt;malapit ng gumabi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/strikeout&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;nung dumating kami sa whitebeach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/01052006%28014%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/01052006%28014%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...to be continued kapag nakuha ko na yung ibang pictures...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-114656091301879512?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114656091301879512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114656091301879512' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114656091301879512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114656091301879512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/05/galera-getaway-2006.html' title='galera getaway 2006'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114609653688517439</id><published>2006-04-27T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:08:56.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"no man is worth a woman's tears. the only one who is worth it is the one who knows he could, but never would, make her cry...  "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/chobits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/chobits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/16955829-114609653688517439?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114609653688517439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114609653688517439' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114609653688517439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114609653688517439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/04/silence.html' title='silence'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114603593002485271</id><published>2006-04-26T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:12:09.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleeping at work</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im so sleepy today. im currently fighting the urge to simply bow my head on my desk and doze off. I think I need another cup of coffee. though i set a limit of one cup of coffee a day (para mabawasan ang pagiging nerbyosa), there were always instances when you have to bend the rule a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a self confessed coffee addict. My day wont be complete if I wont be able to drink a cup. I actually feel weird if no caffein enters my body within 24 hours. And I'll eventually start longing for a hot cup. My ultimate weakness is a hot grande cafe late from starbucks or a boiling kettle of native batangas cofee that my lola perfectly brews each morning when im home. I could drink a drum of those and be happy and contented my whole life. That's how sick and addicted I am to beans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are heavy and Im starting to give in to the tempatation... a short nap.I want to sleep. My room is calling me and I want to run home and jump into bed. I feel like dreaming. I feel like nothing is real. Ooooppps, you might get the wrong idea, hindi po ako nagddrugs. :P puyat lang talaga. I did not have a nice peaceful sleep (the usual) last night because I'm too worried.I keep on looking at my cellphone, fearing that there might be a message from anyone in the hospital. I couldn't help but cry when I saw my lola at the ICU. Her condition seems so terrible, her body is lifeless, and obviously, she's sufferring a lot. i hope she'd recover.She's a strong woman and a fighter. I really hope she'd be okay. Sorry if I keep on lamenting these emotions here. The last posts are all remorseful and I hate giving problems and negative aura to the people reading this blog, however, it helps me a lot. I write about how I feel especially when I'm worried.It's relaxing and it helps me cope up with things whenever I feel gloomy. I just have to let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're planning to go to Puerto Galera this weekend. My mom said that I shouldn't go given the current family crisis. I insisted, saying that i need the rest and I wouldn't be able to do anything, anyway. But the decision still depends on how my lola's condition would be. I know Junjun would be greatly disappointed if this would be postponed too, but given the current circumstances, what am i to do? Still, Im trying to think positively. Everything would be okay. It should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing lullabyes in my head. Owh... I really want to take a nap. just a short one. Gotta go get that coffee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-114603593002485271?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114603593002485271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114603593002485271' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114603593002485271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114603593002485271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/04/sleeping-at-work.html' title='sleeping at work'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114595158458755031</id><published>2006-04-25T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T16:59:33.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recently part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;medyo di pa ko inspired mag blog kaya wala pa kong masulat na matino. ano bang meron?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...nagbowling kami kahapon. at natalo ako. pero masaya. tawa kami ng tawa. yung isang bata kasi dyan, date ng date. hay naku talaga. wala na ha. putulin na lahat ng ugnayan. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...medyo lie low sa jewel dahil wala akong time manood pag uwi ko pagod na ko at natutulog na lang. pero may bago akong obsession ngayon. wonderful life, a comedy-romance korean novela which started to air last week. ang cute ni henry.  parang mamang mama ang dating. astig. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...kung kelan naman na eexcite na ko and all saka pa nila sasabihin na ipopostpone daw ang sagada trip namin. hay, sana matuloy. if ever, ngayon pa lang ako mkakapunta sa rice terraces at ngayon pa lang din ako makakakita ng kweba. sana talaga matuloy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...first quarter of the month at napansin ko lang na sunod sunod ang "storms" na nararanasan ng pamilya. una, ang lolo ko. inoperahan sya sa liver. then, this month lang, ang mama ko, inoperahan din, sa ovary naman. kaya sobra talaga akong nalungkot when i woke up this morning and found out that my lola is in the hospital. grabe talaga... nakakatako. matanda na ang lola ko, she is 73 years old. but despite the age, malakas pa sya at maliksi. walang nararamdaman na kahit ano sa katawan. kaya nagulat kami nung mag text si tita zeny kanina. nasa polymedic daw ang nanay. and the thing is, hindi sya magising. up to this moment, uncoscious pa rin sya. nakakatakot talaga. pero wala namang pwedeng gawin kundi magdasal. sabi nga ni mabel, God can. i hope na maging okay na ang condition nya. last update, nasa icu na daw sya. and hindi pa rin nagigising. haaay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...meron pa rin kaming project ngayon. kaya masaya ako. di na ko tambay! yey. inuunti unti ko nga yung task eh. kasi baka pagnatapos to...back to zero. hay, sana naman hindi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...maganda talaga ang jewel in the palace. ang brilliant ng konsepto. although most of the time naiisip ko na napaka imposible na ganun kagaling si jang-geum, ang lupit pa rin. narealize ko lang lately na natutuwa ako sa mga films/series na historical ang theme. kaya nga favorite ko ang pride and prejudice, dangerous beauty, little women at kung anu ano pa. naalala ko rin na there was one period during high school na ginusto kong maging teacher (ng history). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im feeling: worried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im listening to: nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im staring at: the lifeless monitor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im wearing: a while collared shirt and jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im eating: nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;im thinking of: him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/16955829-114595158458755031?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114595158458755031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114595158458755031' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114595158458755031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114595158458755031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/04/recently-part-2.html' title='recently part 2'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114536112228088673</id><published>2006-04-18T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T14:32:16.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" &gt;...nag download ako ng mozilla firefox. ang lupet, nakakaaliw tuloy ang browser ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;...nahu-hook ako sa jewel in the palace. yeah, late na talaga nung simulan ko, pero gayunpaman, makikihabol ako sa nakararami. mahal ko na rin si kapitan.&lt;br /&gt;...ang kulit kulit ni kulit. hehehe. kaya mahal na mahal ko yan eh.&lt;br /&gt;...araw araw akong nag oovertime. pwera biro. at naaadik na naman ako sa stress, kape at puyat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(yun muna, bukas ko na to itutuloy. wala akong maisip eh.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-114536112228088673?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114536112228088673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114536112228088673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114536112228088673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114536112228088673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/04/recently.html' title='recently...'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114429867448297945</id><published>2006-04-06T12:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T07:36:07.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nightshift</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I arrived at the office at exactly 6:41am today. I was the first person inside and every light on our wing are still switched off and even the damn airconditioner was still asleep when I entered. I usually come early, a habbit I acquired when I started working with perf team. As always, I started my day by getting a hot cup of coffee from the pantry and then proceeded by reading my mails. It was, in every aspect, an ordinary day. Except that it is absolutely not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I arrived at the hospital last night, my mom was alone again. She informed me that she sent my brother, whom I asked to stay until I arrive, home. Her visitors for the day had all gone home as well and she was left talking with the moaning patient's company(refer to previous post). I brought dinner for two with me. One for me and the other was supposedly for my brother. I checked with my mom earlier and she informed me that she already had her dinner. After hurriedly eating (believe me, the sick feeling inside the hospital ward and the smell of medicine made me loose my appetite no matter how hungry I am), I washed up a bit, changed my clothes and prepared for bed. Unfortunately, I had a splitting headache which made me awake for hours after laying on my mom's side. So we talked. We talked about what happened that day. About how my father screwed up again by being on the hospital way later than he promised. She said she's used to him not being true to his words. I explained why I arrived late, I was informed that I needed to finish some task an hour before I was set to leave. We talked about our relatives and gossiped about the whatabouts of some. I showed her some photos on my phone, describing the place where I worked and the people I worked with. We talked for 3hours about nothing in particular just bits and pieces of whatever came from our minds. This is the closest that I have been to my mother for the longest time that I could remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Our family is a unique one. Let me describe unique geographically. I live in Pasig, with my bestfriend from college Abby and her lola. My younger sister, Shiela, used to live with us but she got a new job and got assigned in Tarlac, Tarlac. So she lives there now. My mom and my dad live with my father's mother in Taytay, Rizal. My younger brother, Allan, lives in a dorm in UPLB where he is taking up Industrial Engineering. My youngest brother, Owie, meanwhile lives with my mother's parents in Batangas. He would be moving to a dorm in UP Diliman this coming school year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Given this setup it is very difficult for us to manage and have some quality family time. Times when we are all together under the same roof are rare. They usually happen during Christmas, New Year's Eve and our barrio fiesta. And that's about it. But we get by. Our family may seem rather different than the usual but we stick with each other for as long as I can remember. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are currently experiencing something unexpected and out of control. What breaks my heart is that as much as i avoid it, I keep thinking how unfair life is. And how cruel the world could get. I have a strong faith,yes. I believe that God in His own powerful way would lead us out through this mess. He always does. But why... why do this thing have to happen in the first place? We are perfectly satisfied with the little blessings we have, we may have financial problems every now and then...but do we really have to endure the pain of realizing how poor and helpless we are? And why does it have to be my mom? Why not me, instead? At least that way, I could rest assure that my family is all well and safe. I feel awful, and right now, I could do nothing about it. Well, nothing but pray. I pray for my mom's operation and recovery. And I pray for my family's strength. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;(By the way, her operation would be tomorrow. Please pray with me and my family for her operation to be successful. It would be much help for us...) &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/16955829-114429867448297945?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114429867448297945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114429867448297945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114429867448297945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114429867448297945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/04/nightshift.html' title='nightshift'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114420511932085471</id><published>2006-04-05T09:40:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:27:18.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toxic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, my mom was admitted at the VR Potenciano Medical Center. She needs to undergo an operation called tahbso which is short for Total Abdominal Hysterectomy, Bilateral Salpingo-Oophorectomy. In layman's term, her uterus needs to be removed. She is suffering from profuse bleeding for almost a year now and the operation is the doctor's final diagnosis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The last time I was inside a hospital was like 5 years ago. The staffs at the polymedic were surprisingly friendly and the admission itself went on smoothly. Being the eldest in our family, I took charge of taking care of my mom's medication. Since my mom is quite strong for a patient (she's not yet feeling anything beyond normal since the operation itself is still a few days away), we decided that she stay on a ward first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;The room is on the 5th floor. There are 6 hospital beds inside and only one is unoccupied. The first thing we noticed are the curtains. There are lots of curtains in the room which made it possible to seclude the area you're assigned to and have visitors stay during the night. There is a bathroom with shower inside that made it possible for me to come to work straight from the hospital. I guess this would be my routine in the coming days.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;I slept on my mom's bed. yep... I occupied a part of her patient's space and slept beside her. For those of you who havent seen my mom yet, she is quite big. And she said she gained extra pounds these past few months trying to alter the effect of the blood lost in her body. It is surprising how we managed to squeeze each other's body to give room for the other. And it made me feel a bit awkward. You see my mom and I were never close. I practically grew up away from her and that mother-daughter bond that some people have is never there in our case. Last night, I realized how much I love her and how pathetically distant we grew apart from each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is one thing that bothers me, though. The patient nearest my mom's bed. She is a 50 something woman, mentally retarded as we were informed by her companions and she moans all the time. And from the sounds that she make, it is clear that she is sufferring. I pity her and her condition. It made me understand that despite financial difficulties and problems, we are still blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;So how am I handling this situation? Im afraid. Afraid of what might happen. Frightened of how things could go wrong. I just hope that my mom gets well. &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/16955829-114420511932085471?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114420511932085471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114420511932085471' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114420511932085471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114420511932085471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/04/toxic_114420511932085471.html' title='toxic'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114318878482459241</id><published>2006-03-24T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T11:02:45.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my desk</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wala ako sa mood. kaya naisip kong ilista ang mga gamit sa desk ko. yep, ganyan ako kabato ngayon. pero technically, dapat may ginagawa ako. technically. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. 2 keychain na galing sa enchanted. pasalubong sa akin ng isang batang nag enchanted ng hindi ako kasama. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. 6 na mickey mouse keychains. galing sa mga kaibigang napilit kong pasalubungan ako sa tuwing sila'y pupunta sa disneyland. 5 came from japan (salamat kay she at mabel) and one came from hongkong (salamat kay marc). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;3. 6 colorful magnets na parang clay yung surface. isang friendship magnet na galing sa papemelroti.isang smiley na magnet na galing kay jaz. isang crab magnet na binili namin sa tiendesitas pagkatapos naming mag red crab buffet nung christmas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;4. isang 4x6 na picture na kuha sa puerto galera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;5. 8 maliliit na snoopy stickers na naidikit ko lang isang araw na wala talaga akong magawa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;6. sketch ni eeyore na binigay ni peachy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;7. si froggy (isang munting kulay orange na palaka) na nasa taas pa rin ng cpu ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;8. isang maliit na baso na kulay white na may tatak na starbucks. nakuha lang namin to na may sample na mocha marshmallow (di ko alam kung anong tawag sa drink na yun).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;9. 3 kiddie meal toy (isang kangaroo, isang mickey mouse at isang pooh). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. calendar na parang bola ng football na galing kay marco. yung ina adjust para magpalit ng date.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;11. rubix cube. di ko pa rin mabuo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;12. yellow cab pistachio ice cream canister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;13. porkchop pillow na bigay ni april.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;14. si mr. big nose na bigay ng mga kaibigan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;16. isang bote ng alchohol. (hindi yung nakakalasing ha). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;17. isang oval mirror na kulay purple. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;18. dalawang tumbler. isang para sa water. isang para sa coffee. isang batman. isang starbucks na christmas ang theme at kulay yellow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;19. tissue holder na kulay orange at syempre may lamang tissue from ancar and marco. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;20. isang lata ng pringles na meron pang onting laman at di ko matapon tapon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;21. isang parang some sort of a clip holder na nilalagyan ko ng unused ballots at calendar pages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;22. calendar na hindi ko naman tinitingnan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;23. ip phone. na bihira namang mag ring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;24. isang blue na rubber band na di ko talaga alam kung saan nanggaling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i think that's about it... now, yung pedestal ko, as usual, magulo. i wont even attempt to start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;* * * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;there's so much going on in my mind right now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to:shuffled music from iTunes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;currently feeling:uncertain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;at para sa isang taong laging tulog, nakakamiss ka. sobra. :)&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/16955829-114318878482459241?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114318878482459241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114318878482459241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114318878482459241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114318878482459241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-desk.html' title='my desk'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114170777839740387</id><published>2006-03-07T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T16:34:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored of being bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;dahil wala talaga akong magawa, naisip kong hanapin ang dulo ng internet. yeah, ang wierd di ba. actually, si jun jun ang unang nagbigay ng idea na yan. kasi sabi nya, "magbasa ka ng wikipedia, pampatalino. ako nahanap ko na ang dulo ng internet, ikaw ba? alam mo kung nasaan". pathetic as it may sound, na intriga naman ako. so the result of my query? warning lang, bawal ang violent reaction at bawal ding mang okray. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;click here: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Last_page_of_the_internet"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Last_page_of_the_internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;eto pa, curious ka ba kung ano ang meron or should i say rumored na meron sa last installment ng harry potter books? take a peak?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;click here: &lt;a title="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_7" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_7"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harry_Potter_7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;nadiscover ko rin ang website ng class ng kapatid ko kanina lang. mejo mabagal lang mag load kaya pasensya... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;click here: &lt;a href="http://earthlings.somee.com/earthlings2/default2.asp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;http://earthlings.somee.com/earthlings2/default2.asp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;o di ba, kahit papanoh may nangyari sa araw ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;eto naman ang gusto kong gawin ngayon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 80px; HEIGHT: 72px" height="70" alt="Clubbing Computer" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/3/3_8_3.gif" width="55" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pardon the violence... naisip ko lang, kung makakapunta ako dun sa restaurant sa tarlac (palaisdaan) kung saan pwedeng mag hagis ng pinggan sa pader just for the heck of it, ang ihahagis ko ay computer monitor. &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/16955829-114170777839740387?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114170777839740387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114170777839740387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114170777839740387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114170777839740387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/03/bored-of-being-bored.html' title='bored of being bored'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114109001770428867</id><published>2006-02-28T09:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T10:57:39.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;my youngest brother, owie, passed the UPCAT. im so happy and excited for him, he'll be studying in Diliman next school year. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Nerd" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mabuhay, isa ka ng iskolar ng bayan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ilang bagay na napulot ko sa peyups para sa mga bagong salta (o di ba, excited talaga ko para sa kapatid ko):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;TBA - to be announced. wag magpaloko sa mga ate at kuya. pagaralan ang maps at kits from FOPC at wag itambak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;alamin ang difference ng route ng IKOT at TOKI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tandaan na hindi contrabida ang upperclassmen. they are not out to get you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kung nagmamadali ka at galing ka ng engg/math tapos papunta ka ng math/engg, walang diff sa oras ang walking at toki. pawisan ka nga lang kung maglalakad ka. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wag tawaging palma hall ang AS para hindi magmukhang nawawala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;masarap sa beach house. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;maraming nag memake out sa lagoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi lahat ng tao ay nakapambahay o mahaba ang buhok. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Matutong makiusap sa professor. Kapag kuwatro, removals lang ang katapat. Usually, ang exam sa removals ay partial coverage lang, kaya it helps kung i-review ang lahat ng pinag-aralan. Pero kapag sa removals, usually the prof will tell you the coverage kasi ayaw ka na rin niyang maging estudyante ka uli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wag kunin na prof si cases sa PE. lahat ng ka batch ko, nirereklamo nila ang pe nila pag sya ang prof. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kapag mamimili ng GE/elective, wag lang ibase sa title. Kung kaya makakuha ng information about the subject, by all means, pursue it. Prof, requirements, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At all times, try to graduate on time. Kung magshishift, magshift, ideally, after 1st year para hindi madelay. Kahit na sabihin nilang wala sa course yan, believe me: you have to enjoy what you're learning, and you have to be able to apply it. Para astig at enjoy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pag may lumapit sa yo na nag-ask ng "Would you like to go with me to study the Bible?", avoid him/her like the plague. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;hindi na tumatayo pag nagrerecite sa klase. Tapos na HS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa pagkakaalam ko, mas mahal ng piso (ata) ang turon sa gitna ng AS at FC kaysa sa tapat ng CASAA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;matutong gumawa ng makabuluhang papers. Kung sanay ka sa search net-copy-paste-hocuspocus-print na mga papers, tsk tsk Uwi ka na lang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;kapag bumagsak ka ng exam, huwag mong dibdibin, pero huwag mo ring dedmahin. it's not the end of the world. make an effort to do better next time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;sa mga groupwork, wag kang maging sobrang OC, pero wag ka ring maging scum of the universe. your groupmates will resent you for being one or the other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;tanggapin mo na lang na mahabang proseso talaga ang registration. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wag ka ng magsayang ng effort sa STS. greek rin naman ang lalabas sa exam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;may tamad, average, at sobrang ok na students. this also applies to profs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;wag mong isipin na nagiisa ka sa buong UP na hindi pa alam ang gagawin sa buhay na nila. marami kang kasama. kahit graduate na nga meron pa ring hindi pa sure kung ano ang gusto nilang gawin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;magaan lang ang acad load 'pag freshman kaya ang daming free-time para sa ibang activities. problema 'pag hindi mo namalayan na end na pala ng sem tapos finals na. tapos i-ka-cram mo lahat ng natutunan mo in one sem the night before the exam. hindi ito mag-wo-work sa mga science subjects like math 17 or chem 16, for example. in short, iwasang mag-procrastinate. maraming buhay ang sinira nito sa UP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;huwag padala sa peer pressure kung mag jo-join ng org, frat/soro, etc. isiping mabuti kung makakabuti ba talaga sa iyo ang pagsali o hindi. kung hindi mo talaga feel mag-join, panindigan ang pagiging "barbarian" dahil marami rin naman katulad mo. madalas, yung mga barbarians ang mga interesting na tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb064_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb064&amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYCK" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;ooooppps... i got carried away. gusto ko na ulit maging estudyante!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/oble.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/oble.jpg" 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/16955829-114109001770428867?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114109001770428867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114109001770428867' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114109001770428867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114109001770428867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/02/thanks-god.html' title='thanks God'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114103104048996172</id><published>2006-02-27T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:07:45.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kinausap ang sarili&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;grace, accept the fact that you can not, did not, and will never be able to please everybody. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;learn to wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;learn to be patient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;stop bickering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;stop longing for attention that is never yours to begin with. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;learn to live with the feeling of being ignored. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;stop tormenting yourself with worries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;be nice. smile. talk to people. and dont talk to them about your pathetic problems. they have enough of their own. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;stop expecting too much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and most of all, learn to appreciate the little things that you have. you'll be happier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"She sat on a park bench in a faded navy blue coat, with bread crumbs on her lap and silver sunlight in her hair. Her shoes were worn and dusty, but her bearing was regal. She fed the birds. Everyday. On the same bench. Wearing the same shoes. And the same coat. With the same smile that was never quite on her lips but always glittering as magnificently in her eyes. " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- this is a line from an article in peyups written by choc. her words moved me to tears. really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-114103104048996172?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114103104048996172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114103104048996172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114103104048996172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114103104048996172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/02/random-thoughts.html' title='random thoughts'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114058790249725589</id><published>2006-02-22T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:38:30.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>to those that i miss the most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;there are some days when you can't help but reminisce the good old times. people who at one point or another had shared a significant part of your life. so here i am, crawling my way through yet another day, thinking of these persons and wishing that somehow, things would be back to the way they used to be. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aby - &lt;/strong&gt;this is ironic. because she is my housemate. we live in the same house and have rooms next to each other's. i dont know what happened, or how it began but i just realized that i have no idea about her whereabouts lately. every morning, when i leave our apartment, she's sound asleep. and i feel that whenever i catch her at home in the evening, we have nothing to talk about. aby is one of my very best friends. she is the first person i met in college and thru the years, we've been through a lot. i sure hope that whatever it is that is making things uncomfortable will fix itself and that the invisible wall would vanish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ancar&lt;/strong&gt; - my official telebabad buddy. whether about love, work, family, food, dates napag uusapan namin nito. simula nung malipat sya ng work, di na kami nakakatelebabad. hehehe. chat na lang, di ba ann. miss na kita girl. as in. hehehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gagai - &lt;/strong&gt;one of the sweetest person i know. very thoughtful, very pretty... san ka pa? kaya madaming biktima yan eh. mag email chat naman tayo minsan para di ko kayo masyado mamiss. sabihin mo sa kanila ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gatz&lt;/strong&gt; - pasulpot sulpot na lang sa ym ang bata. sana ung next office mo dito lang ulit sa tabi tabi. nakakainis ka minsan dahil magulo ang utak mo, pero despite dat, masarap ka rin namang asarin kaya pwede na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;goldie - &lt;/strong&gt;sino daw? joke lang pare... hehehe. seriously, ano daw? hahaha. miss na kita marie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ghet &lt;/strong&gt;- i didnt know i would be close to ghet. para sa kin, high profile sya. hehehe. but then... somewhere in our corporate lives, our path intertwined. and the friendship which started amidst the thesis days rekindled. kelan ka ba manlilibre? miss ko na ang kapraningan mo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inay - &lt;/strong&gt;naku ill be lying if i say i dont miss inay. ang kanyang kabaliwan, ang kanyang pag ibig, ang kanyang mga halakhak. how i wish nasa likod ko lang ulit ang table nya. and that everytime i need a good cry, andyan lang sya. love ko si inay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jake&lt;/strong&gt; - si master jake, after all these years (parang ang haba na eh noh, well, to be specific, after two years) di pa rin ako nakakalimutan ipop nyan kapag nag online sya. para lang mangumusta. isnt that sweet. kuya ko yan. at alam ko na ipagtatanggol ako nyan pag may nang aaway sa akin. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mabel - &lt;/strong&gt;my gym&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;buddy, frequent roomate (kapag nagssleep over ako para lang makipag kwentuhan), my constant kadaldalan ng mga problema sa buhay. my friend who is in constant search for the love of her life. i miss her because i love listening to her stories. and yeah, how could i forget, mabel is my forever kainuman. nakilala na nga kami sa nacho-fast dahil sa aming after work inuman sessions eh. dati hindi ako umiinom ng san mig light but with mabel, we could drink by the bucket. namimiss ko na inuman natin, matagal tagal na rin ung last. kelan kaya ulit? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;marco&lt;/strong&gt; - masyado ng busy sa buhay ang bata kaya di ko na masyado napagkikikita. si marco ang nagbibigay sa kin ng pagkain sa office nung ilang cubicles lang ang pagitan namin. sya rin ang kaservice namin ni gatz sa paglalakad mula sa paseo hanggang sa ayala. i miss our endless asaran and kwentuhan after work at ang pagubos nyo ni gatz ng pera ko kasi kain kayo ng kain at nagpapadala naman ako. trivia, si marco ang kaisa isang tao na nakapag pakain sa kin ng beef. malakas topak nyan eh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mareng joyce&lt;/strong&gt; - namimiss ko sya. when she's working abroad, nagkakakwentuhan kami. pero ngayon, di na sya nakakapag reply sa email. busy ata ang mare ko. anyway, joyce, i would just like to say, kakamiss ka.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nene&lt;/strong&gt; - pagnakita mo kami ni nene na magkasama, malalaman mo kung bakit nene ang tawag namin sa kanya. pero pag edad na ang pag uusapan, aba... iba na yan. magbabaliktad na kami ng role, ako na si nene, sya si ate. hehehe. wala akong masabi sa kanya. ibang klaseng kaibigan, kagimikan, kadaldalan. napakabait nito. nakakamiss tuloy. sayang, sana mahaba haba ang kwentuhan natin nung isang araw. oh well, next time ulit.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she - &lt;/strong&gt;my dear friend who is currently at japan surrounded by people speaking nihonggo (naturally, &lt;em&gt;hehehe&lt;/em&gt;). i miss our dinner, starbucks, sleepovers every time she's on vacation from work, the endless stories, the corny jokes, the catching up and everything. she is really busy lately that we dont get to make chika a lot, but still, it amaze me that up to now, we are still in touch and that we could instantly understand how the other feels. she is one of the reasons why i appreciate chat messaging, email exchanges and phone cards so much. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she/marce&lt;/strong&gt; - kahit madalas kami nag aaway, miss ko na sister ko. sa tarlac na kasi sya naka assign at kung saan saang posh na hotel... 12b1 is not the same without you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;and last but not the least, tantanannan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;junjun - &lt;/strong&gt;magkasama lang kami kaninang lunch, mga 2 hours ago. magkausap lang kami sa phone. mga 5 mins ago. kaya nakakahiya mang sabihin, miss ko na sya. ang kulit ko noh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;(list intentionally arranged alphabetically...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;ngapala, kung down ka rin kagaya ko today, this might cheer you up. ulan by &lt;strike&gt;spongecola&lt;/strike&gt; cueshe pala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandbox.deviantart.com/?fileheight=400&amp;filewidth=550&amp;amp;filename=fs9:f/2006/011/b/2/Ulan.swf"&gt;http://sandbox.deviantart.com/?fileheight=400&amp;filewidth=550&amp;amp;filename=fs9:f/2006/011/b/2/Ulan.swf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-114058790249725589?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114058790249725589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114058790249725589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114058790249725589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114058790249725589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/02/to-those-that-i-miss-most.html' title='to those that i miss the most'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-114014117984339431</id><published>2006-02-17T09:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:26:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>with a smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;parang feel ko mag post ng kanta... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;"Lift your head, baby, don't be scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Of the things that could go wrong along the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;You'll get by with a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;You can't win at everything but you can try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Baby, you don't have to worry'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;Coz there ain't no need to hurry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;No one ever said that there's an easy way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;When they're closing all their doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;And they don't want you anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;This sounds funny but I'll say it anyway."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;pag naririnig ko tong kantang to, naiiyak ako. &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/16955829-114014117984339431?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/114014117984339431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=114014117984339431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114014117984339431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/114014117984339431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/02/with-smile_114014117984339431.html' title='with a smile'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113980114950793214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113980114950793214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113980114950793214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113980114950793214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-eyes-hurt.html' title='my eyes hurt'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113894738199873329</id><published>2006-02-03T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T10:45:04.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my metaphor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;to the greatest gift God had ever blessed me with,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you because I can think of no reason not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my happiness. I could seat in front of my computer for as long as possible and stare at the lifeless screen just to be with you after. I could wake up at the earliest hour in the morning and never complain about it, if it means that we could go home together and laugh and be silly along the way. I could ignore the hurt and the pain that I feel each day trying to find myself in this unkind world, all I need is to keep in mind that you would be by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complete me. Before I met you, I am just an empty soul, living a clueless and meaningless life. You give me reasons to look forward for each day I live. You bring a smile in my face every time I feel that my world is falling apart. You brighten my day, all you need to do is hold my hand and everything else melts away. You give meaning to everything that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my biggest critic. You're the only person to ever tell me that my little attempt at writing is rubbish, and got away with it. You could speak your mind, reckless of how I might feel but surprisingly I would just smile and admire your honesty. At times, you even act as if you're my mom and my dad combined (I'm still a child, remember?), only to make me feel protected and spoiled after a while. How you can endure my endless whine, my insecurities and my uncertainties; and everything that makes me weak never fail to amaze me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, you are also my number one fan. You never fail to remind me of your flattering thoughts. And I can do nothing to oppose, because it only gives you more reason to say it over and over again. You could make me believe those, if only I am not the silly pessimist that I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my star. I admire you. Every time I look at you, I secretly whisper a word of thanks to God for giving me the opportunity to love such a wonderful person. My world seems to be brighter just because you are what you are. You're everything that I ever wanted, everything that I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly, I want one you to know one thing: You take my breath away. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="I Love You Smiley" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_2_9.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb062_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb062&amp;amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYCK" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-113894738199873329?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113894738199873329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113894738199873329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113894738199873329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113894738199873329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-metaphor.html' title='my metaphor'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113869191978953862</id><published>2006-01-31T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T14:38:07.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>try to smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;pagkatapos ng matagal tagal ring pag susupply ng walang katapusang quotes buhat sa mga kung anu anong website na napagkikikita ko... naisipan kong mag post ng may sense. well, at least, sana nga meron. mahaba haba rin ang aking posting hiatus phase. sinadya ko ito. wala kasing magandang masabi. sabi nga ng lola ko, kung wala kang magandang sasabihin, manahimik ka na lang. tama naman di ba? &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Not Sure" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;naisip ko rin na hindi ako magrereklamo sa entry na to. sawa na ko kakareklamo. nakakapagod din pala. wala man ako sa receiving end, i feel for those people na nagagambala ko sa aking walang katapusang angal sa buhay. kung nababasa nyo to, patawad. and if it is any consolation, just keep in mind that you kept me sane in this whole ordeal. at dahil ekis ang pagrereklamo, this would be something to smile about. &lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;kaya lang, ano bang pwede kong isulat dito na mag ffall sa category na something to smile about? kung kahapon mo ko tinanong, ang sagot ko ay isang malutong na "WALA". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Rolling Eyes" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; eto tingin mo, pwede na... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pag nagising ka ng alas singko y media ng umaga, chances are, walang traffic papunta sa ayala, at wala ang pagkahaba habang pila. ganyan ang araw ko kaninang umaga. nakakaantok oo, pero sulit sa gaan ng pakiramdam at aliwalas ng daan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; minsan, may mga taong unexpectedly eh makakasabay mo pagpasok. at kahit inaantok ka pa kaya di mo sya agad nakilala... ililibre ka nya. dahil once in a blue moon lang mangyari na may manlibre sa kin sa umaga,exception to the rule si junjun syempre,  masarap pala ang feeling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; dahil invisible mode ako pag nasa office, its nice to know na pag di ka nag reply, or di ka nag email, or di ka nagparamdam gaya ng nakaugalian, may maghahanap sa yo. may makakapansin na hindi ka nag open ng outlook. may makaka ramdam na tinamad kang mag reply sa ym. may mga taong may care sa invisible existence mo. can these people be any sweeter? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; para saan pa ang cellphone kung wala namang nagtetext? para saan pa ang telepono kung hindi naman nag riring? buti na lang at me makulit akong pinsan na sa sobrang kulit eh kelangan pa kong tawagan ng tawagan para sa ipinapabili nyang dvd. sobrang kulit, pero sweet para sa kin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you need a feel good movie that you could watch over and over again try my list: 1 my best friend's wedding, 2 pretty woman, 3 notting hill. arranged according to the most number of times viewed. yah, im so desperate for julia roberts's flick. but these movies never fail to make me feel good despite the fact that practically, i have the script memorized on my my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you know how i would define sweet these days? yung paghihintay ng halos dalawang oras bago umuwi. yung constant reminder na compared sa kahit sino, and i mean kahit sino talaga, para sa mga mata nya, ikaw ang pinakamaganda. yung paghihintay habang nagpapakabaliw ako sa pagsusukat ng mga damit kahit na we both know na wala naman akong bibilihin. yung makita ka lang naka smile, nawawala na ang pagod ko at ang sama ng loob ko sa mundo, naglalaho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Smile" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; buti na lang at naimbento ang email. nakakabawas ng kalungkutan. buti na lang at naimbento ang chat. masarap ang may kakwentuhan. buti na lang at naimbento ang internet. madaming pwedeng basahin. buti na lang at hindi mahigpit ang IT dito sa office. pwede mag install ng kung anu ano. mag download ng kung anu ano. pwede magkalikot ng kung ano ano. just imagine, kung wala ang mga bagay na yan, baka namatay na lang ako dito sa upuan ko sa kabatuhan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;gusto kong magbakasyon. ng mahaba. yung sulit na pahinga. with pay. dream on, ryt? well... pangarap ko yan. to get away from this harsh reality im facing. to be free of every ounce of stupidity this world of mine dictates. plainly, to vanish for a while and gather enough strength to do what i have to do. to make a difference. and to stop saying that there is indeed no choice. sorry, sabi ko bawal ang reklamo di ba? ayan na naman... non-stop talaga ako pag nasimulan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb064_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb064&amp;amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYCK" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-113869191978953862?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113869191978953862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113869191978953862' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113869191978953862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113869191978953862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/01/try-to-smile.html' title='try to smile'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113826533963725310</id><published>2006-01-26T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T13:43:44.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>posting hiatus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Rolling Eyes" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_1_16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Like an unfamiliar song, you can hum with all your heart, but you'll never find the words..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;--Close to the End, Mojofly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Sleepy" src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/29/29_3_14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                                                                                                                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just not facing the truth. Some are evil men at war with good. And some are good struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls and sometimes... All you need is ONE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb064_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb064&amp;amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYCK" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-113826533963725310?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113826533963725310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113826533963725310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113826533963725310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113826533963725310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/01/posting-hiatus.html' title='posting hiatus'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113799690073213855</id><published>2006-01-23T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:50:20.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some musings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday was a movie marathon day. i watched: a lot like love, prime, con air, nothing hill and forrest gump on dvd. i haven't slouched on the sofa that long for such a long time. but it felt great, being lazy and all without a care in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;this could maybe summarize how im feeling right now:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Looking in your eyes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Seeing all I need &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything you are is everything to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the moments &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know heaven must exist &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;These are the moments &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know all I need is this &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have all I've waited for &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I could not ask for more" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;yah, i must admit, I, still am pathetically in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm contemplating on something important and worrisome as of the moment. i hope that all goes well... cause if not, i think i'd go crazy. im making no sense here, ryt. but maybe, somebody would be able to read between the lines. &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/16955829-113799690073213855?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113799690073213855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113799690073213855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113799690073213855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113799690073213855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/01/some-musings.html' title='some musings'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113755800676198833</id><published>2006-01-18T11:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T11:01:32.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just another crapped day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;today, i resolve to study oracle. due to some incident that made me itch and left me dumbfounded, i have this adrenaline rush to do something that would lead to regaining my selfworth. i dont have enough of it, why steal the little drops contained in my soul? today, i resolve to have a path. a goal. and im determined to get there when the time comes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;update&lt;/strong&gt;: winrunner 8.2 na lang pala lang ka-careerin ko. aja, aja fighting! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-113755800676198833?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113739333973816501</id><published>2006-01-16T14:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:53:44.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i hate this day. its painful. i feel useless. i feel trashed. i feel rather stupid not being able to do anything about it. there are so many things going on in my mind, if only i could sum it all up and put it all down into words. what did i ever do that's so bad to deserve being treated like this? simply put, im just glad this day will finally be over in a few hours. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;is there a room for regret? can we go back in time? &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/16955829-113739333973816501?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113739333973816501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113739333973816501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113739333973816501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113739333973816501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/01/choices.html' title='choices'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113651387691281438</id><published>2006-01-06T10:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:43:58.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i found the quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i have watched the movie, "my bestfriend's wedding" a little so many times. there is a quote in this movie that i had been dying to understand for like, forever. its only now that i had the sense to search it @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0119738/quotes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;imdb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. so i think i should post it here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Julianne Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;: I'm pond scum. Well, lower actually. I'm like the fungus that feeds on pond scum. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000551/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Michael O'Neill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;: Lower. The pus that infects the mucus that cruds up the fungus that feeds on the pond scum. On the other hand, thank you for loving me that much, that way. It's pretty flattering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0000210/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Julianne Potter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;: Except it makes me fungus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i really love this movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;since it is the new year, i dig thru my mailbox and found another movie quote (i told you i love 'em right?). this one stored almost two years ago. it made me smile, plainly because of the reason i saved it: it hit the bull's eye back then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From Chasing Amy, a quote from Holden McNeil (Ben Affleck): &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;"I love you. And not, not in a friendly way, although I think we're great friends. And not in a misplaced affection, puppy-dog way, although I'm sure that's what you'll call it. I love you. Very, very simple, very truly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You are the epitome of everything I have ever looked for in another human being. And I know that you think of me as just a friend, and crossing that line is the furthest thing from an option you would ever consider. But I had to say it. I just, I can't take this anymore. I can't stand next to you without wanting to hold you. I can't, I can't look into your eyes without feeling that, that longing you only read about in trashy romance novels. I can't talk to you without wanting to express my love for everything you are. And I know this will probably queer our friendship - no pun intended - but I had to say it, because I've never felt this way before, and I don't care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I like who I am because of it. And if bringing this to light means we can't hang out anymore, then that hurts me. But God, I just, I couldn't allow another day to go by without just getting it out there, regardless of the outcome, which by the look on your face is to be the inevitable shoot-down. And, you know, I'll accept that. But I know... I know that some part of you is hesitating for a moment, and if there is a moment of hesitation, then that means you feel something too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;All I ask, please, is that you just, you just not dismiss that - and try to dwell in it for just ten seconds. Alyssa, there isn't another soul on this fucking planet who has ever made me half the person I am when I'm with you, and I would risk this friendship for the chance to take it to the next plateau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Because it is there between you and me. You can't deny that. Even if, you know, even if we never talk again after tonight, please know that I'm forever changed because of who you are and what you've meant to me, which - while I do appreciate it - I'd never need a painting of birds bought at a diner to remind me of."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;i still haven't seen this film yet. i just found the quote while browsing the net. on the side note, that one big decision changed my life. who knows, maybe, forever. i have no regrets. on the contrary, it made me truly happy. in a way i never knew im even capable of feeling. (im blubberring here. )&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/16955829-113651387691281438?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113651387691281438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113651387691281438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113651387691281438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113651387691281438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-i-found-quote_06.html' title='the day i found the quote'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113626937076000834</id><published>2006-01-03T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T13:13:37.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day with the credit card headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;i was listening to a morning rush audio file sent by carol, del mentioned a book she was reading. it was "I love you Ronnie" by Nancy Raegan. It was a collection of love letters sent to and from Ronald Raegan. It was the second time i came accross that book so i searched it at google. And then i found an excerpt. and it was so sweet... i have just read 3 of the letters and i want to melt and be loved by Ronald Raegan forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here is an excerpt i found at barnes&amp;noble:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feb. 14,1977 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dear St. Valentine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm writing to you about a beautiful young lady who has been in this household for 25 years now - come March 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have a request to make of you but before doing so feel you should know more about her. For one thing she has 2 hearts - her own and mine. I'm not complaining. I gave her mine willingingly, and like it right where it is. Her name is Nancy but for some time now I've called her Mommie and don't believe I could change. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My request of you is - could you on this day whisper in her ear that someone loves her very much and more and more each day? Also tell her, this "Someone" would run down like a dollar clock without her so she must always stay where she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Then tell her if she wants to know who that "Someone" is to just turn her head to the left. I'll be across the room waiting to see if you told her. If you'll do this for me, I'll be very happy knowing that she knows I love her with all my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Someone" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;and because i'm feeling so much love right now, and because im such a sucker for romantic movie quotes, here's a top ten episode i transcribed. i wont tell you what the topic is. its for you to find out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10. i wish it was you. i always wish it was you - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you've got mail &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. there are many beautiful things that i will see. but they wont mean a thing if i lose sight of you - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;at first sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. i used to think i was complete until i met you - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;guess who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. you are the champion of my heart - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;cinderella man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. they say in a relationship there's always one who loves more. god, i hope its not me. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;if only&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. baby im going to treat you so nice that you'll never want to let me go. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pretty woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i thought i'd be beautiful. guy: but you are. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;shrek&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. show me the money - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;jerry maguire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. when you find the one person you want to spend the rest of your life with, you want to start it right away. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;when harry met sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. i'd rather fight with you than make love with anyone else. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;wedding date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second batch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.you always say i fixed you. but thats a complete lie. the truth is, you fixed me. -&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.i want all of you forever. you and me everyday. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the notebook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.i keep my friends close, but my enemies, closer. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;blade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7.i love you from the bottom of my heart to the tip of my p*s - &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the ruling class&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;do you promise to stop the dangerous sperm build up of this guy? - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the long weekend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.mahal kita. sobra. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lorna tolentino and richard gomez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.you do things that make my eyes close. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;saving private ryan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.im not interested in you damn, vag*a. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the bachelor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;3.my bounty is as boundless as the sea. my love as deep. the more i give to thee the more i have for both are infinite. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;romeo and juliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.no matter what it takes, you cannot walk away from love. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;original sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.i finally get what this is all about. im 63 yrs old and im in love for the first time in my life. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;something's gotta give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third batch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.its nothing personal. just business. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the godfather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.you're the only makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;hotchick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.its only in the mysterious equations of love that any logical reason can be found. - a &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;beautiful mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.you are the most beautiful part of my everyday. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the unfaithful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.i will make you fall in love with me every single day. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;50 first dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.beginning are usually scary and endings are usually sad. its the middle thats usually important. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.eternal life without you is no life at all - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;lovestruck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.ill cut your nails. ill wash your hair. ill give you a bath. sleep tight my dear, ill be here when you wake up - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;talk to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. i dont know what i'd do if i lost you. id probably get over you and be okay, but for ten minutes, id be a complete mess. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;austin powers2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. you are everything id never knew i wanted. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;fools rush in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;chico&lt;/span&gt; - good things come even late in life - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;under the tuscan sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;delamar&lt;/span&gt; - only the deepest kind of love will induce me to matrimony. you are the true love of my life that's why im here saying i do. - &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;pride and prejudice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-113626937076000834?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113626937076000834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113626937076000834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113626937076000834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113626937076000834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2006/01/day-with-credit-card-headache.html' title='the day with the credit card headache'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113582482929815975</id><published>2005-12-29T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T06:20:58.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last working day of the year whoohooh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/snowprince.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/snowprince.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/snowprince.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;happy birthday to my most favorite person in the whole world. thanks for being who you are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb001_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;we were at the &lt;a href="http://www.worldpyroolympics.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;world pyroolympics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; last night at the Esplanade. I was really excited, i love fireworks - always thought of them as hundreds of fireflies falling off from the sky when i was a kid. It was breathtakingly amazing. The 20 minute and so fireworks display accompanied by the ooohsss and aaahhhss of the crowd was worth the long walk and the long wait and all the pleas till i finally got jun to agree to go. We had only watched one part, Russian Federation's and it was amazing. I just wish that the sky would be as colorful on new year's eve (good luck). 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&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. my friend rona is on her 9th month of pregnancy though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What countries did you visit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;none. though now im thinking, when will i be able to? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What would you like to have in 2006 that you lacked in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a stable job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What date from 2005 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;december 2. someone will probably understand why. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your biggest achievement of the year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;being completely independent; learning to be &lt;em&gt;kuripot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your biggest failure? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving a job that i love for another job that proves to be impossibly idle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you suffer illness or injury? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope. surprisingly, i only got a flu once and that's it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the best thing you bought? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 10 season of Friends DVDs i started collecting and junjun finished. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose behavior merited celebration? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;si daps. he almost always never thinks of himself. im always amazed of what a wonderful person he is. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone. i hate his guts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where did most of your money go? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bills. my younger brother's allowance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you get really, really, really excited about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;so many things. most of which, with junjun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What song(s) will always remind you of 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;MYMP revivals, all those Cueshale (Cueshe+Hale) songs, all of Halina sa Parokya songs by Parokya ni Edgar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Compared to this time last year, are you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i. happier or sadder? -- Happier.&lt;br /&gt;ii. thinner or fatter? -- Fatter. :-( i must do something about it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;iii. richer or poorer? -- Richer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you wish you'd done more? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really dont know. maybe, having fun moments with friends at my present job. im growing to be a loner. maybe it has something to do with being depress of having nothing to do. (sounds redundant). this is a different kind of stress. something that roots from a lot of nothingness 8 hours a day, 5 days a week. mahirap magpanggap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you wish you'd done less of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;being alone with myself specially at the office. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many one-night stands?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;None.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite TV program?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i didn't get to watch t.v. a lot this year. although, i also got hooked on pinoy big brother. and c.s.i. i also love this year's fad, koreanovelas. loved save the last dance for me, lovers in paris and chunyang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you hate anyone now that you didn't hate this time last year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes i do. but then, i only knew him this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the best book you read? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prince and the pauper, the little prince,jonathan livingston seagull and the chronicles of Narnia. (i had only read the first of the series so far. i hope to finish it all soon.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your greatest musical discovery?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;hmm...not that into music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you want and get? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;harry potter book 6. it was a dream to get it on the day of its world wide release. my prince made it come true. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite film of this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;mr. and mrs. smith. why? i dont know, maybe because i love beatiful people killing each other... hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;23. i was with junjun. nothing big. we just dined out and my friends from my previous work "surprised"-ly showed up with gifts and all. and yeah, i brought 4 dozens of gonuts-donuts at the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;im happy for everything that happened so far.aha, i know. a more fulfilling job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2005? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being the anti-fashion person that i am, i think i made a progress this year. thanks to my sistahs (aby and she) and to my ever loving and ultimate sponsor (jun) , im not that much of a tshirt with anything goes girl that i was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kept you sane? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Phoebe Buffay. She is so carefree. She can say what she thinks however weird it is. I admire her fashion sense. She is crazy yet everyone loves her for being crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What political issue stirred you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i hate politics. period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you miss? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lola and lolo. i didnt have much time to go to the province much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who was the best new person you met? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a lot of people. among them, ancar, my former officemate whom i got to be really close this past few months because of our similarities (read: relationship insecurities). inay, also a former officemate. i love her, her crazy stories about her life, her all-smile face, and her motherly love! hahahah. peace tayo inay. gigi, my new-found friend slash officemate slash seatmate slash teamate. we share the same angst and dilemmas. jackie, a very thoughtful friend with the same sentiments about clothes, height, jeans, make ups as mine. racs, my lunchmate and dear friend and kasama kung saan saan. the barkads here at the office namely syel, baja, carol, chelai, patchu, kuya romy, larry, jerome, jeff... they accepted me to their group with open arms. im glad to have found them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2005:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;1) God knows what's best&lt;br /&gt;2) Loving someone with all your heart is the greatest feeling there is. But being loved by that someone surpass everything else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3) To everything there is a reason. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4) Sometimes, you'll get tired of waiting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5) "One runs the risk of weeping a little if he lets himself be tamed" the little prince&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was the nicest thing someone told you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"you are the cuteness reincarnated" &lt;em&gt;- jun&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"mahirap ang buhay pero ang buhay masaya kapag may kaibigang kasama"(or something to that effect) &lt;em&gt;- mabel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"salamat sa pagpapagalit, it keeps me sane" &lt;em&gt;- she&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"hindi ka na mukhang bangag" - &lt;em&gt;ramil serrano&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you like most about yourself this year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;less of a worry freak; mejo nabawasan na rin ang pagiging afraid of things happening for the first time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What did you hate most about yourself this year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;not being able to control myself sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quote a song lyric that sums up your year: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto sakto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Huwag kang matakot na matulog mag-isa Kasama mo naman ako Huwag kang matakot na umibig at lumuha Kasama mo naman ako Huwag kang matakot Huwag kang matakot Dahil ang buhay mo’y walang katapusan Makapangyarihan ang pag-ibig Na hawak mo sa iyong kamay Ikaw ang Diyos at hari ng iyong mundo Matakot sila sa ‘yo"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(yikes naiiyak ako...hehehe) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was 2005 a good year for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes. despite some anxieties here and there, i can say i was blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;walking, going everywhere with jun. then having all the kakulitans on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your least favorite moment of the year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;sa work: this last three months. parang nabobobo na ko dahil sa trabaho. darn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sa bahay: was it august? when my mom was always negating my relationship with jun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where were you when 2005 began? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batangas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who were you with?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my family&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where will you be when 2005 ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Batangas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who will you be with when 2005 ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;with my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do you have a new years resolution for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;as ive said, i wont make any. i tend to forget it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite month of 2005? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you lose anybody close to you in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nope. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you miss anybody in the past year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes. corny as it sounds, i always miss jun when we are not together. yeah, smile as silly as you want. all i can say is, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your favorite record from 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;halina sa parokya - parokya ni edgar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ultraelectromagnetic jam - eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many concerts did you see in 2005?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;none. not really into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Did you drink a lot of alchohol in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yes. with mabel.we had a lot of alcohol trips. i finally learned to drink san mig light. always with a soda. and with aby one time. i nver got drunk, not even once though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do a lot of drugs in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You do anything you are ashamed of this year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i think yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How much money did you spend in 2005?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;a lot. some figure which would definitely make my head ache when i finally am able to sum it all up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What was your proudest moment of 2005? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being offered a position in my previous company despite the fact that they know that im leaving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you could go back in time to any moment of 2005 and change something, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;its a secret.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your plans for 2006?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;initiate changes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How are you different now that the year has ended?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;workwise, im fighting the urge and the frustrations. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are your wishes for the new year? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for everyone i love to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.smileycentral.com/?partner=ZSzeb062_ZSYYYYYYCK" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.smileycentral.com/sig.jsp?pc=ZSzeb062&amp;amp;pp=ZSYYYYYYCK" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-113582482929815975?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113582482929815975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113582482929815975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113582482929815975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113582482929815975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-working-day-of-year-whoohooh.html' title='the last working day of the year whoohooh!'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113564484637087268</id><published>2005-12-27T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T09:57:14.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas '05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;“And the Grinch, with his Grinch-feet ice cold in the snow,&lt;br /&gt;stood puzzling and puzzling, how could it be so? It came without ribbons.&lt;br /&gt;It came without tags. It came without packages, boxes or bags.&lt;br /&gt;And he puzzled and puzzled 'till his puzzler was sore.&lt;br /&gt;Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn't before.&lt;br /&gt;What if Christmas, he thought, doesn't come from a store.&lt;br /&gt;What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Dr. Seuss&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/16955829-113564484637087268?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113564484637087268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113564484637087268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113564484637087268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113564484637087268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-05.html' title='christmas &apos;05'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113472270468360994</id><published>2005-12-16T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:45:04.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day of gift giving and the beginning of weekend getaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a title="Permanent Link to Huwag Kang Matakot" href="http://lyrics.rebelpixel.com/2004/08/huwag-kang-matakot/" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Huwag Kang Matakot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="View all posts in Eraserheads" href="http://lyrics.rebelpixel.com/artists/eraserheads/" rel="category tag"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eraserheads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;INTRO&lt;br /&gt;Huwag kang matakot‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Di mo ba alam nandito lang ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa iyong tabi‘&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Di kita pababayaan kailanman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;At kung ikaw ay mahulog sa bangin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ay sasaluhin kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huwag kang matakot na matulog mag-isa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kasama mo naman ako&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huwag kang matakot na umibig at lumuha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kasama mo naman ako&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huwag kang matakot&lt;br /&gt;Huwag kang matakot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dahil ang buhay mo’y walang katapusan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Makapangyarihan ang pag-ibig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Na hawak mo sa iyong kamay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Ikaw ang Diyos at hari ng iyong mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Matakot sila sa ‘yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Repeat CHORUS 1 except last line]&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huwag kang matakot na magmukhang tanga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kasama mo naman ako&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huwag kang matakot sa hindi mo pa makita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kasama mo naman ako&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Huwag kang matakot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aahhhah&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat CHORUS 1]&lt;br /&gt;Huwag kang matakot (huwag kang matakot)‘&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Di kita pababayaan kailanman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;[Repeat till fade] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;(The Music of Eraserheads "UltraElectroMagnetic Jam" rocks. thanks to khyrone for the cd.) &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/16955829-113472270468360994?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113472270468360994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113472270468360994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113472270468360994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113472270468360994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-of-gift-giving-and-beginning-of_16.html' title='the day of gift giving and the beginning of weekend getaway'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113386074890598818</id><published>2005-12-06T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T18:14:39.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when i dont really care</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/pompoko1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/pompoko1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love Pom poko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at Metrowalk last night to return a DVD we bought, "The Rock". I was not really looking for anything in particular to buy for myself since I’m trying to cut my expenses due to the fact that it is barely 3 weeks to go before Christmas. (the season comes with all kinds of spending and gift giving). So I was there, browsing thru stall 10E’s DVD titles looking for the movie list misyel asked me to buy for her. I love the stands at metro walk since they have old movies in very good quality and very affordable prices to choose from. After my job is done, I roamed around some more till I found a stall of interesting Korean movies. There, I discovered Studio Gibli and Ms Cathy, the storelady who amazingly knew what she is selling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that’s how, two hours after, I was watching Pom-poko, a Japanese cartoon movie (think Disney flicks only from Japan) about raccoons or Tanukis. Pom-poko is produced by Studio Ghibli and directed by &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0847223/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Isao Takahata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,one of Japan's greatest anime director. Pompoko, as I have discovered from Google and &lt;a href="http://www.nausicaa.net/miyazaki/pompoko/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nausicaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, is Japan's submission for the 1995 foreign-language Oscar. This movie is different for me, meaning, I don’t have any expectation and I haven’t read any good reviews, plus no friend of mine claimed it is good, heck, i dont even understand a word written on the cover-in other words, i have no idea what i had until i pressed the Play button. However, after a few minutes on the screen… I became fascinated by the &lt;a href="http://www.nausicaa.net/miyazaki/pompoko/synopsis/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;movie’s plot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. It was entertaining and sometimes hilarious yet politically metaphoric.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/pon_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/400/pon_0002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is about a clan of Tanukis or raccoons living in a large empty house that used to belong to humans. Initially, they were delighted to inhabit their find however, they found out later why the house is empty… nearby a construction development site is underway. Forced to live with limited resources, the Tanukis fought with each other for survival. However, an older Tanuki, proclaimed that fighting will not solve their problem and that they have to think of a way on how to stop the construction that man has begun. The next scenes deal with the strategies that the Tanukis learned. The have the capability to transform into another thing or even as a human and the young Tanukis were taught on the proper way to do this. Most of the tricks they learned and do are hilariously funny. They go on scaring humans by pretending to be ghosts and pretending to be spirits of the deities until one human-transformed wolf talked to them about living as humans do. The Tanukis, taking his advice, learned to live as humans do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a really good film. Unlike your typical disney movies, the story is never dragging nor is it too fantasized. " Pom Poko" narrates the plot of environmental conservation issues with humor and wisdom. This is a good film to watch and certainly, I’ll be hunting for Studio Ghibli film more from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;did i really say in one my previous post that i got tired of lurking at &lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;peyups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;? well, i take it all back. id like to say thanks to peyups and all the great people there for keeping me sane during this i-hate-the-fact-that-i- have-nothing-to-do month. i have visited every single forum (except for sex and intimacy which is locked, you know) and found really interesting topics. My profile had even been promoted to the next level. Can you believe that's how engrossed I am? I compiled the lines below from the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/posts.khtml?mode=viewtopic&amp;topic=1252&amp;amp;amp;forum=25&amp;amp;start=0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;words to live by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;thread. I think I have to read and reread these stuff for the words to sink in. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;1.Contentment is not fulfillment of what you wish but the appreciation of what you have. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.Fight the fight that needs fighting, and not because you can win. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;3.Put yourself in the other guy's shoes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;4.HAPPINESS is a state of mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;5.LIFE is all about risks and it requires you to jump! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;6.Everything happens for a reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;7.Fate does not seek our consent&lt;br /&gt;8.Life sucks... deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;9.The saddest part of life is when you start seeing the bigger picture.&lt;br /&gt;10.Don't screw up the best thing that ever happened to you just because you're a little unsure about who you are&lt;br /&gt;11.Anyone who angers you, conquers you.&lt;br /&gt;12.One broken dream is not the end of dreaming.&lt;br /&gt;13.Most men fail through lack of purpose&lt;br /&gt;14.You can't have everything.&lt;br /&gt;15.His will is more powerful than yours.&lt;br /&gt;16.Look at the little things you have in your life and make the most out of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-113386074890598818?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113386074890598818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113386074890598818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113386074890598818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113386074890598818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-when-i-dont-really-care.html' title='the day when i dont really care'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113340844523086077</id><published>2005-12-01T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T13:50:07.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day with the webinar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="CLEAR: both"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;being invisible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one can see me. They can walk right through me and they’ll never know what hit them. (or if something did hit). I could watch them from a distance, they wont get the uncomfortable feeling of being stared at. I could monitor their activities, gawk over their shoulders without risking the chance of getting caught. I could do whatever I want to, daring the naughtiest of thing I could ever think of. And no one would care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But despite the thrill of living my life as I wish without the agony of morality trailing behind my back, I’d be incomplete. Like a body searching its soul. Like a Juliet waiting in vain for her Romeo. I have the capacity to see the beauty surrounding my existence. But no one to share it with. I would have the ears to listen to the pleas of misery. But no capacity to make a difference. I would have the immortal power any person would be crazy to have. But what good would it be? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;_ _ _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;just a thought: "love makes the wildest spirit tame and the tamest spirit wild"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;_ _ _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/runt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/runt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patti LaBelle &amp;amp; Joss Stone's &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/c/chickenlittlelyrics/stirituplyrics.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stir It Up Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;(from chicken little)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;"I can't sit here while I go nowhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chase my dreams through the polluted air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Walking on a wire, running out of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;There's no room in this ol' heart of mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bill collectors waiting down the hall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Neighbors scream and crack the bedroom wall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nerves jump off the pavement, passion hits the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Angels cookin' in the city heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;World's too crazy, I can't take no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I won't stay here locked behind the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Baby, stir it up, got to break it up now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;When I think about tomorrow, ooh, I can't wait to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Stir it, got to shake it up now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;If I have to beg or borrow, I'm not gonna take it anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;mmm, mmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hungry minds do stare you in the eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Spread it thick and lay the biggest lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't say what you feel, must play hard to get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;All those time bombs tickin' in your head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;So much pressure to keep holdin' on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pack my clothes up, baby, I'll be gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;I've got to stir it up, got to break it up now..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsondemand.com/soundtracks/c/chickenlittlelyrics/stirituplyrics.html"&gt;(here's the complete lyrics)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-113340844523086077?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113340844523086077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113340844523086077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113340844523086077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113340844523086077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/12/day-with-webinar.html' title='the day with the webinar'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113195243285105314</id><published>2005-11-14T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:17:37.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when i started eating chicken sandwich for lunch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;SONNET&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;by Neil Gaiman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think that I’ve been in love as such,&lt;br /&gt;Although I liked a few folk pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;Love must be vaster than my smiles or touch,&lt;br /&gt;For brave men died and empires rose and fell&lt;br /&gt;For love: girls followed boys to foreign lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And men have followed women into Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In plays and poems someone understands&lt;br /&gt;There’s something makes us more than blood and bone&lt;br /&gt;And more than biological demands...&lt;br /&gt;For me, love’s like the wind, unseen, unknown.&lt;br /&gt;I see the trees are bending where it’s been,&lt;br /&gt;I know that it leaves wreckage where it’s blown.&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t know what “I love you” means.&lt;br /&gt;I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;naiyak ako dito... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/harrygof.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 367px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="102" alt="" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/harrygof.jpg" width="527" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile, in other news, malapit na ang Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire.sana maganda sya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;here are some links to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hpana.com/news.19086.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;reviews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt; i read so far. i hope this movie will surpass the first three. i had been meaning to re read book four, i think i need to refresh my mind with the story's details, however i failed to get across a soft copy(word/pdf doc specifically) as of this writing. ill read it after watching the movie. my very kind cubicle-mate-in-the-office agreed to lend me her copy after she's done with it.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;p.b.b. is becoming a little too dragging. kuya is becoming a little too annoying. the housemates are becoming a bore. apologies for the pbb loyalists reading this.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;i like craig david's Dont Love You No More. Very cute melody.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*currently feeling:&lt;/strong&gt; drumbeats on my chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; random music from internally shared folders here in the office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*currently reading:&lt;/strong&gt; random blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*looking forward for:&lt;/strong&gt; another shot of starbucks hot coffee(im collecting stamps for the planner ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-113195243285105314?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113195243285105314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113195243285105314' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113195243285105314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113195243285105314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-when-i-started-eating-chicken.html' title='the day when i started eating chicken sandwich for lunch'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113109929709717016</id><published>2005-11-04T18:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:29:35.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when there was no traffic at all and i wasn't even dreaming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;5 simple reasons why life is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.a beautiful moon while looking for my wishing star&lt;br /&gt;2.chocolates and sweets (galing sa kanya)&lt;br /&gt;3.hugs and kisses (galing pa rin sa kanya)&lt;br /&gt;4.umungkot sa sunken garden&lt;br /&gt;5.isang mahimbing at mahabang tulog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;You know those days when life seems to be full of surprises? Yesterday, I had something to smile about. I got an article published in peyups… I have to take that back, I didn’t actually wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=4100"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Of Mountains and Broken Sunsets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;. But it appeared under my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/user.khtml?op=userinfo&amp;amp;uname=niccee"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;peyups nick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;, so I shared pride with the real author who, I was warned, chose to remain anonymous. I really like her piece. It was sweet and lovely even if her story was movingly sad. Let me share with you my favorite line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“A friend once told me that you don’t catch butterflies with a net. You wait patiently for it to come to you. If you’re lucky enough to have one, hold it in a way it could freely spread its wings. No matter how you want to keep them on your hand, you can’t. Butterflies have wings, they need to fly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Mga bagay na natutuhan ko sa buhay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.: ang pag ibig parang caramel frappe ng starbucks. Nakaka adik.&lt;br /&gt;.: ang buhay parang buto. Kelangang maulanan, maarawan, mabagyuhan at mabahaan bago mapakinabangan.&lt;br /&gt;.: ang pera parang gulong. gumugulong ng gumugulong.&lt;br /&gt;.: may mga taong parang pila sa mrt. Habang humahaba, lalong nakakainit ng ulo.&lt;br /&gt;.: may mga pangarap na parang buwan. mahirap abutin.&lt;br /&gt;.: may mga kaibigang parang shooting star. one in a million.&lt;br /&gt;.: may mga problemang parang lamok. maliit pero makirot ang kagat.&lt;br /&gt;.: may mga init ng ulong parang buhos ng ulan. Kelangan mong hintaying humupa.&lt;br /&gt;.: may mga lugar na parang treasure box. puno ng matatamis na ala ala.&lt;br /&gt;.: may mga problemang parang hit songs na nakakarindi na sa tenga sa sobrang exposure. lilipas din yan.&lt;br /&gt;.: may mga luhang parang maiitim na ulap. Bukas lang, maglalaho na.&lt;br /&gt;.: may mga away na parang siopao na walang sauce. In other words, walang kwenta. &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/16955829-113109929709717016?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113109929709717016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113109929709717016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113109929709717016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113109929709717016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-when-there-was-no-traffic-at-all.html' title='the day when there was no traffic at all and i wasn&apos;t even dreaming'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113098555306959049</id><published>2005-11-03T10:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:27:36.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after the long weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/collage4.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/collage4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/collage4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DON'T GO FAR OFF, NOT EVEN FOR A DAY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together, the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance. Don't leave me for a second, my dearest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because in that moment you'll have gone so far I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Forget Me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I want you to know one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness, if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me, ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated, in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, my love feeds on your love, beloved, and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-113098555306959049?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113098555306959049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113098555306959049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113098555306959049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113098555306959049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/11/day-after-long-weekend.html' title='the day after the long weekend'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-113039754639270185</id><published>2005-10-27T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T17:06:57.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day after watching my sassy girl (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my-most-loved-movie of all time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially the most pathetically-romantic person there is. Mga dalawang dosenang beses ko na napanood ang My Sassy Girl. If you’d look at my friendster profile, you’ll see na hindi ko magawang idelete yung mga sassy girl picture dun. Naikalat ko na rin addiction ko sa lahat ng kakilala ko. Subalit, sa dalawang dosenang beses, naiyak pa rin ako, at take note, this time tagalog na ito. Praning di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto ang kwento kung paano ko na discover. Sometime during my last year in college, umuwi ako sa batangas. Dati kasi, usually umuuwi ako Friday night then balik ako sa Manila Monday morning. Hinahatid ako ng lolo ko sa sakayan and at around 630 am, nasa ayala na ko. That time, nakasakay ako ng bus ng maaga, mga 4 am. It was one of those rare moments kung saan interesting ung movie na nag pplay sa t.v. nung bus (kadalasan mga tagalog action flicks nina cesar montano, eddie Garcia and FPJ ang trip ng mga konduktor). Mandarin film yung nakasalang and subtitled yung pelikula kaya as expected karamihan sa mga tao sa loob ng bus ay mahimbing na natutulog. But I was glued to the screen. There was this beautiful girl killing in the most impressive way everyone that got in her way with The Carpenter’s “Close to You” in the back ground. Astig kasi yung cinematography saka ang galing galing din ng plot. The movie was actually &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0300620"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So Close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; starring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0795517/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Qi Shu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0955505/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Vicki Zhao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0596297/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Karen Mok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;. At the end of the movie, I was crying really loud and blowing my nose so hard that the guy who shared my seat chose to transfer in a seat as far away from me as possible. Katulad ng ibang movies and books na nagustuhan ko, I couldn’t stop talking about it. Kaya yun, kinwento ko sya sa mga thesis mates ko, sa mga kaklase ko, at sa kapatid ko. It’s remarkable to note that in terms of movies, books, novels and tv series, my sister and I have exactly the same taste. And in terms of everything else, sobrang magkaiba kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months after that, she sent me a text message saying that she had watched so close and it was really good. She also added, “Ate, hanap mo yung sassy girl, ang ganda ganda din”. So that was when it all happened, the rest as they say, is history. I became the movie’s number one fan. Nagkatoon kasi nun, si mabel meron syang copy ng My Sassy Girl and she said she would give me a copy. Astig sya. At simula nga nun, ayan, isa na kong sassy girl addict. Ewan ko ba. I really find the movie way too cute. Nung hindi pa kami ni yabs ko, I cry everytime na mapapanood ko sya kasi parang ganun din situation namin. We are always together. We have so much fun just talking to each other. We never talk about how we feel. Tapos, I was afraid na baka mangyari din sa min yun, bigla na lang mag hiwalay out of the blue. Kaya iyak ako ng iyak everytime na mapapanood ko sya. Sabi nga ni she, "grays i know kung bakit mo gusto yung my sassy girl , eh ikaw yan eh. kwento mo yan." Kaya lang, after maging kami, eh di hindi na ko nakaka relate kay gyun woo… pero umiiyak pa rin ako! I just really find the movie so lovely, I cant help it. Ang galing galing talaga nung nagsulat nung book na yun.Pati na rin yung gumawa ng movie. But most of all, mahal ko na si gyun woo. Dakila sya. He did everything for the one he loves. Pero mas mahal ko si yabs ko, I feel as if I have my gyun woo with me everytime na kasama ko sya. (if you're reading this, di hamak na mas gwapo ka kesa sa kanya) ;) Pangarap kong magkaroon ng copy nung book kung merong English version. Isa pang pangarap, kapag meron akong kakilalang magagawi sa hongkong, magpapabilli ako ng original DVD ( an idea inspired by a fellow addict – misyel). At to tell you honestly, if right at this moment, i get hold of a copy ng my sassy girl on my hands papanoorin ko pa rin sya. And for sure, maiiyak na naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yan din ang dahilan kung bakit nahilig ako sa mga Korean movies and series. Ang gagaling kasi ng mga movies ng mga koreano. Magaling silang mag present ng story. After Sassy Girl, I’ve grown to love quiete a number of Korean movies too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehehe… If you love watching movies and you haven’t watch My Sassy Girl, you should watch it. Otherwise, you’ll be missing something great. And if like me, you’ll find this movie good enough, sunod mong panoorin yung Windstruck then Lover’s Concerto. Trust me, they’re amazing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Just a thought, they should be paying me for advertising this movie so much, right? (",)&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/16955829-113039754639270185?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/113039754639270185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=113039754639270185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113039754639270185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/113039754639270185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-after-watching-my-sassy-girl-again.html' title='the day after watching my sassy girl (again)'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112979339164057966</id><published>2005-10-20T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:43:16.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day with the power nap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;the monotony of it all. yan ang madalas status ni she sa ym... hahaha. at lately, yan din ang nararamdaman ko. paulit ulit. pachamba ng pachamba. ni wala akong idea kung ano ba talaga ang dapat kong gawin or kung meron ba talagang katuturan ang mga pinagagagawa ko. hindi ko rin naman maintindihan ang sarili ko. pag mahirap at ginagamitan ng utak ang ginagawa ko, nag papanic ako. natutuliro. at napapraning. pag madali, reklamo pa rin. ano ba talaga? basta, ang motto ko ngayon, gawin ang nararapat. gawin ang ipinagagawa. gawin ang kelangang gawin. at the end of the day, magkaproblema man, at least, ginawa mo. ang labo na naman ng mga pinagsasasabi ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;recently, mejo nag lie-low na ko sa peyups. dati kasi nasobrahan ako sa pagiging adik. kahit na articles na 10 yard deep ng nakabaon, hinuhukay ko. lalo na pag mga tungkol sa love. sucker ako sa mga nakaka inlove na article na pinopost nila. bakit biglang nagiba ang ikot ng mundo? may dalawang rason, una, napagtanto ko na mas madaming pwedeng basahin sa on line journals. mas cool kapag kakilala mo yung nagsulat. mas masaya pa lalo kung nakaka relate ka sa mga pinagsasasabi nila. at pangalawa, last time na bumisita ako sa forums, kung saan hindi ko tinigilan hanggat hindi nag chchange ang status ko from newbie to probie to member, may weird akong naramdaman. hindi na ako masyado nakaka relate sa buhay up at tambayan threads. wala na akong alam sa mga terror prof. hindi na rin big deal sa akin ang madalas na pagpalya ng crs. in short, tumatanda na ata ako. at eto pa... kung dati, relationships at maroon mania ang paborito kong forum hang out, ngayon... tantadadaaan.... life after up na. oh my god... that's when i realized that indeed, i have grown up. kaya lang, nak-ng...ang pinag uusapan naman sa life after up na forum: bistuhan ng student number, saan napupunta ang sweldo, bakit ka nag oovertime... kaya ayan, mejo matagal tagal na rin akong hindi bumibisita sa peyups. occasionally, ,i'd drop by. i checheck ko lang kung may magandang front page article na naka post. if anything catch my attention, ang saya ko. kasi usually, wala. sadness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;*-*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;sarap mag sound trip. pero mas masarap matulog ng 30 mins after lunch break. sabi nga ng commercial ng master card. priceless. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; westside - tQ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;currently feeling:&lt;/strong&gt; awake &gt; it rarely happens (:P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112979339164057966?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112979339164057966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112979339164057966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112979339164057966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112979339164057966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-with-power-nap.html' title='the day with the power nap...'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112969356536197565</id><published>2005-10-19T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T16:58:26.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day with my 3rd client</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;yesterday, we were talking about &lt;strong&gt;the&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sound of music&lt;/strong&gt; and the songs in the movie's soundtrack. den surprised me this morning with a copy of the cd. here is one of my favorites, my favorite things, sung by julie andrews when the von trap kids were all scared by lightning... i still have a couple of old movies that i'd like to see. i hope that i'd bump into a copy of Gone with the Wind and Casablanca one of these days. i remember during highschool when i was still hooked with teen fictions (yep, sweet valey, rl stein, sweet dreams, love stories... you name it), these two movies are almost always mentioned. but until now, i havent had the chance to see them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;halloween is drawing near... and with it comes a number of spooky emails and web site with horror stories, sounds and pictures. im not much of a horror freak, i dont even believe in ghost. with the numerous forwarded messages and links sent to me, lately, i realized that frightening photographs do me more scare and give me more goosebumps than a two-hour-scary-movie. especially when the pictures were taken in places im familiar with.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i read this plot issue of pinoy big brother saying that cass, uma and sam did not audition to be part of the show and that uma and cass are predetermined to be the final two survivors. if you ask me if it could be true? yes, of course there is a possibility. but if that is the case, i think the management, producers and directors of the series made a BIG mistake. and i also think that it would be really disappointing given the popularity that the reality t.v. show has gained. enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;*-*&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm staring into empty space again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mood: numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;listening to: so long, farewell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;looking forward: being saved from this monotony (by my hero? hehehe (:D)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Favorite things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(by: Julie Andrews)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;brown paper packages tied up with strings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;these are a few of my favorite things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cream colored ponies and crisp apple strudels, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;door bells and sleigh bells and schnitzel with noodles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wild geese that fly with the moon on their wings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;these are a few of my favorite things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;snowflakes that stay on my nose and eyelashes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;silver white winters that melt into springs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;these are a few of my favorite things. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;When the dog bites, when the bee stings, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when I'm feeling sad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I simply remember my favorite things, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and then I don't feel so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/LineupC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/LineupC1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/LineupC1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112969356536197565?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112969356536197565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112969356536197565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112969356536197565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112969356536197565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-with-my-3rd-client.html' title='the day with my 3rd client'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112961815878502947</id><published>2005-10-18T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T14:07:06.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when im awfully lazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hay naku... nakakatamad. ewan ko ba pero para akong uminom ng lazy antidote ngayong araw na to. sobrang inaantok talaga ko. malupet. may mga new teamates kami at isa sa kanila ay isang math prof sa up. nagulat ako. i asked him kung anong subject yung tinuro nya dati, he said math 53. tapos... whoah... naisip ko bigla, buti na lang hindi ko sya naging prof sa tatlong beses kong pag take ng intro to calculus (yep, a.k.a. math 53). isipin mo na lang kung si gadia (ang butihing math 17 prof ng block namin na naging dahilan kung bakit 20% lang yata sa block ang nagtuloy ng compsci) or si abarra yung naging officemate ko. scary iimagine di ba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tinatamad talaga ko. sana bukas na...para makita ko na sya. oa na kung oa pero namimiss ko na talaga sya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by the way, here's a picture of me and my sister(she) last night. napadaan sya sa office.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/IMGP32761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/IMGP32761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i found this while blog hopping and i find it really cute. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. It is fruitless to attempt to indoctrinate a superannuated canine with innovated maneuvers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can’t teach an old dog new tricks.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Scintillate, scintillate, asteroids minified.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Twinkle, twinkle little star. (my favorite!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;3. Members of an avian species of an identical plumage congregate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Birds of the same feather flock together.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Surveillance should precede saltation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look before you leap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;5. Pulchritude possesses sole cutaneous profundity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;beauty is (but/only) skin deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;6. It is fruitless to become lachrymose over precipitantly departed lacteal fluid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No use crying over spilled milk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;7. Freedom from incrustation of grime is continguous to rectitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cleanliness is next to godliness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;8. The stylus is more potent than the claymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The pen is mightier than the sword. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eschew the implement of correction and vititae the scion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spare the rod, spoil the child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;10. The temperature of the aqueous content of an unremittingly ogled saucepan does not reach 212 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A watched pot never boils.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;11. All articles that coruscate with respllendance are not truly suritorous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all that glitters is not gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;12. Where there are visible vapors having their prevalence in ignited carbonaceous material, there is conflagration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where there’s smoke there’s fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;13. Sorting on the part of mendicants must be interdicted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beggars can’t be choosers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;14. Eleemonsynary deeds have their incipience intramurally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charity begins at home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;15. Male cadavers are incapable of yielding any testimony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dead men tell no tales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;16. Neophyte’s serendipity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beginners’ luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;17. A revolving lithic conglomerae accumulates no congeries of a small bryophtic plant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A spinning stone gathers no … mold? moss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;18. The person presenting the ultimate cachinnation possesses thereby the optimal cachinnation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He who laughs last laughs best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;19. Abstention from any aleatory undertaking precludes a potential escalation of a lucrative nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No guts no glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;20. Persons of imbellic mentality divagate inparameter which cherubic entities approach with trepidation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fools rush in where angels fear to tread&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...and i found another quiz... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/1124855501_kiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/400/1124855501_kiki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Katherine "Kiki" Harrison&lt;br /&gt;(Julia Roberts - 'America's Sweethearts')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Always the shoulder to cry on, you try to juggle&lt;br /&gt;the lives of those you care about while&lt;br /&gt;battling with your own. You have a beautiful&lt;br /&gt;smile, a wonderful sense of humor and charming&lt;br /&gt;wit, but often go unnoticed. Too many times&lt;br /&gt;others get the spotlight, but that's ok by you.&lt;br /&gt;You don't need the limelight, you just want&lt;br /&gt;that special someone to recognize you for the&lt;br /&gt;loveable and loving person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're booksy, artsy, and creative. You prefer&lt;br /&gt;toned down, subdued classic clothing to express&lt;br /&gt;your personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do have a hard time expressing yourself&lt;br /&gt;outwardly, and often turn to some 'thing' for&lt;br /&gt;comfort, while you carry the brunt on your&lt;br /&gt;shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're ambitious and professional and succeed at&lt;br /&gt;everything you tackle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, you're the rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/kukamunga/quizzes/Which%20Romantic%20Comedy%20Heroine%20Are%20You?/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Which Romantic Comedy Heroine Are You?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;brought to you by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112961815878502947?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112961815878502947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112961815878502947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112961815878502947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112961815878502947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-when-im-awfully-lazy.html' title='the day when im awfully lazy'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112936537163561500</id><published>2005-10-15T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T16:40:43.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photography 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/IMGP3001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/IMGP3001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;on the way to puerto galera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/DSC030231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/DSC030231.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;this is one of my lola's flowers in bloom. picture taken at bagong pook san jose batangas. home sweet home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/DSC029121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/DSC029121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; this was taken from subic. actually aby and marc took the picture. i just added the effects. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/DSC029641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/DSC029641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;trapped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112936537163561500?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112936537163561500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112936537163561500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112936537163561500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112936537163561500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/photography-101.html' title='photography 101'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112935581411147540</id><published>2005-10-15T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T15:22:31.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the saturday i was at the office</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/DSC04256.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/DSC04256.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/graysie%20on%20sat2.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;I few days ago, I asked a friend to visit this site, and you know what he said? "What's up with it? its full of korean people images and anime graphics but you dont have any recent pic or anything.i still have no idea of how you are these days." I told him, Nahihiya kasi ako... :) (hehehe). So i decided to post a pic, due to public demand, ehem!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup, hindi sya kagandahan. kinda boring and stiff actually. well, as you can see, there's really no one else in this floor. occasionally, the guard would stroll by. that's about all, i have all this office space to myself today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i could ask no one to take my pic, i just tried my luck with the self timer option of cybershot. it's not that bad ryt? considering that the camera was seating on top of my cpu at the time i took this picture. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/DSC04254.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/grays%20sat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/grays%20sat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna watch &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c.s.i. season 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that i borrowed from jackie as soon as i get home later. im so excited. yabsi has to work on weekends so until any change on their schedule materialize, i need to think of ways to keep myself occupied on my rest days.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;otherwise... i'm gonna miss him and rant about it like a fool. i just wish he knows how much i love him... ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112935581411147540?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112935581411147540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112935581411147540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112935581411147540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112935581411147540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/saturday-i-was-at-office.html' title='the saturday i was at the office'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112929164442641396</id><published>2005-10-14T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:59:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day with a bag of mr chips from eggpie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/sss0071.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/400/sss0071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what the heck am i doing?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i'm always depressed the day after every payday. this never fails. suddenly, i'm longing for the time in the distant pass when my allowance came from my mom and my scholarship. and most of the time, i find myself recounting the things that i &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;planned to&lt;/span&gt; have or to buy or to get (by the time i have a job) and now, officially, failed to do so. then, this is also the time, when i will tell myself that in reality things were not that easy. if only i knew. i wouldnt have planned, that way it would be less painful to realize the failure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;i look painfully at my payslip, knowing that a big chunk of what i earned will go straight to bills, payables and a number of responsibilities i wont bore you with. what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;would be left would sustain my allowance for the remaining days until the next pay comes. Usually, i end up with nothing but more stuff to pay for the next month's salary. pathetic right? and all along i thought that having a nice paying job doing something i like in a nice office environment in one of ayala's most prominent high rise would suffice my needs. dream on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;having a very limited resource taught me a lot of things. mind you, i think i grew up a lot during the two years that i had begun my career as a corporate slave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i learned how valuable a stored value mrt card in your wallet is.&lt;/span&gt; aside from the obvious reason of saving you from the torment of the endless line in the ticket booth, it keeps you in tact for the harder battle ahead: getting into the train without being kicked, punched or wounded. it also ensures you of at least 8 mrt rides which theoretically reduce the sky-high fare you have to allot in your daily living allowance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i became more observant.&lt;/span&gt; i began to notice small details in my daily routines which normally i would just ignore. i noticed the poor situation of our roads. i took pity on the traffic aid that endures all the perspiration and heat controlling the flow of the vehicles around him. i began to hate traffic having to suffer with it each and everyday. i blame the government for the shameful condition of street people lurking on the pedestrians. as the little prince said, "i began to think like a grown up." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i became a little too practical to the point of being frugal.&lt;/span&gt; i learned to be a selective buyer. i despise 7-11 for the gruesome prices they put on their goods. i learned to buy only the things that are totally necessary. i cringe of having to pay 150 bucks for a meal. i push myself to wake up early in the morning to prepare my lunch rather than going on the fast food chains everyday. i reserve my cravings for group lunch or once in a while hook ups with friends. i learned to appreciate walking from our office to ayala mrt station (less traffic, and its free). i learned how to control the urge of buying books or dvds. i could enumerate more but i guess you got the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i learned that sometimes, you need to leave everything up to chance.&lt;/span&gt; in a corporate environment, like everywhere else for that matter, it is impossible to please everybody. the people you would meet would be different from you or anyone else you know. you need to be prepared on how to interact and deal with them. most of the times, everything just fall out of your control. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in the end, only true friends and your family will be around.&lt;/span&gt; there is no guarantee whatsoever if you could keep the people you meet as friends. Most of the times, they just fade into the background as time passes by. as you go around changing jobs, leaving the country, or starting your own family, you have to accept the fact that only a few friends will remain through time. cherish them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i miss the time when i could sit in the sofa all day reading a novel and watching tv at the same time.&lt;/span&gt; it has proven to be an impossible task now. what little time i have on weekends, i spend with my yabsy or sleeping or plainly, doing nothing. i havent cracked a book for a long time now. my to-read-list is growing longer and longer each day. i tend to start some classics and forget about it after a few pages. haarhhh... that serious huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;i have this urge to drink everything away.&lt;/span&gt; yep, i mean alchohol when i said drink. i dont know, but lately, i badly want to forget. forget about work, about money, about responsibilities, and other complexities of life. i just want to drop dead with nothing on my head and be satisfied with it. even for just an hour, i want to clear everything from my mind and dream on peacefully. oopppss, i sounded freaky. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;so you see.... im desperate. i dont know what i want anymore. but then,after all the ramblings i just unfolded...i could say that my life is beautiful, complicated yet beautiful.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112929164442641396?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112929164442641396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112929164442641396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112929164442641396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112929164442641396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-with-bag-of-mr-chips-from-eggpie.html' title='the day with a bag of mr chips from eggpie'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112910620414035507</id><published>2005-10-12T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:42:52.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when i wear my earphones all day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;on friendship and everything else that comes in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there is a proposed gimmik for g24 peeps, my freshman block on friday. i'm looking forward to it, it has been years since i last saw the first friends i met during my freshman year in UP. five long years. and now, everything seems to be different from what they are back then. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...my biggest problem was beating the deadlines for the mps and long exams. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...my tears were caused by failed exams and unreasonable professors. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...i fall in line for registrations and class enlistment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...my limited allowance cause me a big headache at the start of each week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...my biggest problem is still meeting the schedule for automated functional testing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...my tears were caused by problems concerning my family's finances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...i fall in line daily at the mrt ticket booth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...the scandalous amount of tax deductions on my payslip makes my temples hurt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333399;"&gt;on a totally different matter, i give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i miss my sykes friends. i've been thinking about them lately and how it feels weird not being able to talk to them at all. i blame my pride. i was mean. i was trying to prove that being ignored hurts. and now i learned that the gap that i had created with them leaves a big hole in my life. i hope we could work things out and things will return back to where it used to be. to cut all the crap, i just want to say that i miss them. really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112910620414035507?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112910620414035507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112910620414035507' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112910620414035507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112910620414035507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-when-i-wear-my-earphones-all-day.html' title='the day when i wear my earphones all day'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112903031932719886</id><published>2005-10-11T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T19:31:59.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when i keep on staring at the cute magnets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;im tired. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;my back aches painfully. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;my hands are getting numb having typed a mile today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;my eyes are heavy . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;my brain is dead. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;i cant think of anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;my whole body is protesting to do anything at all.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;maybe when i see you tomorrow, ill cry.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112903031932719886?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112903031932719886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112903031932719886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112903031932719886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112903031932719886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-when-i-keep-on-staring-at-cute.html' title='the day when i keep on staring at the cute magnets'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112867658853294221</id><published>2005-10-07T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T17:19:36.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day with the feel good massage from metrowalk spa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/normal_photo3522.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/lovers_concerto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="231" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/lovers_concerto.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;it was the nice sweddish/siatsu combination. it was the quiet atmosphere at metrowalk. it was the fatigue i had been feeling lately. it was the muscle pains and the headache. but most of all, it was him. he made me laugh like no one else could do. he made me wonder what great thing could i have done to deserve such a wonderful person by my side. with him, being silly in front of other people does not matter at all. with him, i always feel a kind of happiness i have never felt before. i love him more each day. so much, it hurts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was up till 4am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;aside from the wonderful massage treat, we also found a couple of must-have korean movies. oh my, it was so worth it. i started looking for &lt;strong&gt;friends and lovers&lt;/strong&gt; (aka lover's concerto) last year and finally i found a copy at metrowalk last night. i wouldnt have bought it, being the ultimate pobre-forever-na-walang-pera girl that i am. but of course, jun insisted on buying it. and since this comedy-drama flick had really touched my heart the when we saw it last year at the big screen (tagalized version unfortunately), who am i to say no? hehehe... i love the feeling of being spoiled. and he does that a lot. but almost always, i feel guilty, knowing that i could not return the favor. hay, someday, ill be able to. i'll make sure to find a way.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lover's concerto&lt;/strong&gt; stars &lt;em&gt;Cha Tae-Hyun&lt;/em&gt; (gyun-woo of sassy girl), &lt;em&gt;Son Ye-Jin&lt;/em&gt;(aby of endless love, summer scent), and &lt;em&gt;Lee Eun-Joo&lt;/em&gt;. the story is about friendship and love. with a very very sad twist at the end that made me cry despite the fact i have already seen this movie before. we also bought another korean dvd, &lt;strong&gt;my crazy first love&lt;/strong&gt; with gyun- woo as the silly leading actor again. if lover's concerto made me cry... this one is hilariously and outrageously funny.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/normal_photo352.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/16955829-112867658853294221?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112867658853294221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112867658853294221' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112867658853294221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112867658853294221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-with-feel-good-massage-from.html' title='the day with the feel good massage from metrowalk spa'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112857994251663362</id><published>2005-10-06T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-13T13:48:09.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when i really really want to sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/summer%20snow2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/400/summer%20snow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"i want you to see what cant be seen. summer snow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i cant believe im still crying. "summer snow" is this japanese series i borrowed from mabel a long time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ago. i have been meaning to finish it for weeks but only got the chance to now. it made me cry. in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;the office, staring at my desktop, with tissues still wet with tears, there i was sobbing my heart out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's a feel good movie with a really cool soundtrack that makes you feel relaxed and makes you smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as the story of unfold. the plot is perfect, and i fell inlove with natsuo (japanese word for summer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; and yuki (snow). you see, natsuo is into diving and taking underwater photograph and he wants to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; take yuki diving to see summer snow. by the way, summer snow are snows falling deep into the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ocean. however, yuki is suffering from a weak heart which made diving difficult. haaaay.... this is one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;of those films that i wont be able to stop talking about.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112857994251663362?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112857994251663362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112857994251663362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112857994251663362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112857994251663362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/10/day-when-i-really-really-want-to-sleep.html' title='the day when i really really want to sleep'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112773115826442682</id><published>2005-09-26T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T13:24:49.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when it feels like i went back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Wake Me Up When September Ends"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Summer has come and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;The innocent can never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;like my fathers come to pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;seven years has gone so fast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;here comes the rain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;falling from the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;drenched in my pain again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;becoming who we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;as my memory rests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;but never forgets what I lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;summer has come and passed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;the innocent can never last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;ring out the bells againlike we did when spring began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;wake me up when september ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112773115826442682?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112773115826442682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112773115826442682' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112773115826442682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112773115826442682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-when-it-feels-like-i-went-back-to.html' title='the day when it feels like i went back to school'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112745924049793802</id><published>2005-09-23T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T14:35:03.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when he is so makulit *conio*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/photo5841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/photo5841.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A girl asked a guy if he thought she &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;was pretty,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he said...no. She asked him if he would want to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;be with her forever....and he said no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She then asked him if she were to leave would &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;cry, and once again he replied with a no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She had heard enough.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As she walked away, tears streaming down her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;face,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the boy grabbed her arm and said....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're not pretty, you're beautiful.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dont want to be with you forever. I NEED to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with you forever. And I wouldnt cry if you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;walked&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;away...I'd die..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so sweet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;lately, i've been fascinated by classic books written in old English and usually narrated by little children. i just &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;finished the prince and the pauper and i was much awed by the story. and right now, im reading the little prince and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oliver twist. i love 'em. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;scripts&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i dont know why, but no matter how i prevent it, i always find myself looking dumbly on a window where array, static, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;and if_else are. i mean, i despise programming, that i admit. but no matter how hard i convince myself that i'd rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;be something else, i always end up... doing codes and debugging. hmmm.... talk about unpredictability right? but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;you know what makes it so different this time? i'm actually enjoying what im doing. and id be happy to keep on, if &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;needed. hehehe... mabel would be happy to hear this. she havent forgiven the guy who made me promise myself that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i would never ever be a software developer.btw, im still a qa person doing automated scripts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112745924049793802?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112745924049793802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112745924049793802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112745924049793802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112745924049793802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-when-he-is-so-makulit-conio.html' title='the day when he is so makulit *conio*'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112736204436743951</id><published>2005-09-22T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:13:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day with strawberry belgian waffle, *yummy*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;to start with, lately i feel as if im being rather talkative whenever i'm around my friends. i came to realize, i never ran out of anecdotes and stories about anything under the sun and i dont think i stop talking. weird, because to almost everyone else, im really the quiete-and-shy type of person. with that in mind, i thought of writing down other things that is not so obvious to most of the people around me. heregoes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10 things you dont know about me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. i have a serious bout of inferiority complex. i lack self confidence. i dont really believe in myself. believe that? its true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. my most prized corporate possession is an orange little frog that rests on top of every pc (at work) that i had used. this little fella, "froggy", for lack of any other name i could associate with it serves as my sidekick for every job that i had so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. i'm musically ignorant coz im a passive listener. i dont know usher or beyonce. i dont care about their music. i wont even recognize them on the television. much more would i know any of their songs. all this because i just listen to whatever comes my way.to me listening is different from most people i know.in my case, music is something that just comes and then go into thin air. that means that i dont remember the title or the artist or the album or anything about most of the song i "encounter". i just listen to them, ask me the chorus or any part of the lyrics after a minute or so and i tell you, i wont be able to remember. that's how hopeless i am when it comes to music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. i find it hard to throw away my trash. i am the kind of person who keeps the smallest peice of paper that i had used on my bag instead of throwing them in the bin. my wallet is usually full with old receipts, old pictures, old atm cards that i can not seem to get rid of. my inbox is full of year old messages that i can not delete unless maybe if i'll close my eyes. my local drives are full of back up files that would stay there unless when windows force me to delete some. my notebooks are full of pages with useless doodles and wasted space that will never be torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. i have this thing with the phonebook entries on my cell phone. i keep a standard on how the contact name should appear and i have a tendency to check the records repeatedly fearing that one entry may violate my sacred rules. what do i get from that stupid habit? nothing. but i do it nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. i like blog hopping. and reading other people's personal messages, comments, thoughts and the works. for me it is a way to really get to know a person. it's impossible to know what's going on in another person's mind at a given time. so even a glimpse of that, i would appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. i'm a self confessed morning rush addict. yep, its kinda jologs. but listening to dell and chico's top ten something's every single day usually brings a big grin on my face on my way to work in the morning. and that in the middle of ayala morning traffic jam is really something, dont you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. whenever someone (usually my close friends and relatives) are leaving for another country, i ask for a mickey mouse key chain for pasalubong. and i always look forward for it when they come back. i has become a habbit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. i like to write. i'd like to think that i have a knack for writing feature articles. and i have developed this irritating habbit of being gramatically conscious. lately, i always find myself checking the grammar of everything i happen to be reading. would you believe that i even noted that upon checking harry potter and the halfblood prince has 9 typographical errors in it? hahaha, geeky, ryt? anyway, i like writing stuff out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. i dont want people calling me gracia (paging marco and aby). i hate it. i prefer to be called grace, grays or gracie would be even better (mas malambing). and whenever i have to write my name on paper... i would never ever be caught writing "grace dela Peña" - clearly, that's somebody else like a news caster on ch7. it should always be "maria grace dela peña". and definitely, i wont forgive anyone who will call me maria grace. be it written or spoken. i just care so much about how people name me that i think it's hilarious. &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/16955829-112736204436743951?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112736204436743951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112736204436743951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112736204436743951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112736204436743951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-with-strawberry-belgian-waffle.html' title='the day with strawberry belgian waffle, *yummy*'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112728664147305490</id><published>2005-09-21T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T12:06:02.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pilot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i am torn into deciding wether i'd like to have a new blog, yah this one, or would i just keep my old blog at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mylittlegalaxy.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.... i could just repost my journal there in here, or just keep things the way they are. and posts artics here from now on. what do i do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, ill just start blogging here, and keep pictures, videos, and everything else on multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;useless dilemma right? oh well.&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/16955829-112728664147305490?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112728664147305490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112728664147305490' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112728664147305490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112728664147305490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/09/pilot.html' title='pilot'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112747102326660707</id><published>2005-09-16T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:55:00.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when the sky is dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/halina-sa-parokya1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/halina-sa-parokya.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i love parokya ni edgar...&lt;br /&gt;yeah! hail to the pambansang banda ng pilipinas. I've been listening to their new album "halina sa parokya" all day. I specifically like the songs "Para sayo" and "gitara". here's the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para Sayo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“lumayo ka na sa akin, wag mo kong kausapin.&lt;br /&gt;Parang awa mo na wag kang magpapaakit sa kin.&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko lang masaktan ka.Malakas akong mambola…&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako santo. Pero para sayo&lt;br /&gt;Akoy magbabago. Kahit mahirap&lt;br /&gt;Kakayanin ko. Dahil para sa yo.&lt;br /&gt;Handa akong magpakatino. Lagging isipin&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ay gagawin. Basta para sa yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ikaw yung tipong niloloko&lt;br /&gt;At hihndi naman ako yung tipong nagseseryoso&lt;br /&gt;At kahit sulit sana sa yo ang kasalanan&lt;br /&gt;Lolokohin lang kita.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kung pwede wag na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ayoko ngang masaktan ka&lt;br /&gt;Wag kang maniniwala&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako santo&lt;br /&gt;Pero para sayo&lt;br /&gt;Akoy magbabago&lt;br /&gt;Kahit mahirap, kakayanin ko&lt;br /&gt;Bastat para say o…&lt;br /&gt;Handa kong magpakatino&lt;br /&gt;Lagging isipin, lahat ay gagawin.&lt;br /&gt;Basta para sayo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nakikinig ka pa&lt;br /&gt;Matatapos na ang kanta&lt;br /&gt;Pinapatakas na kita&lt;br /&gt;Mula sa unang istansa&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ka ba natatakot baka ikay masangkot sa mga kasalanan ko&lt;br /&gt;Pero para say o.&lt;br /&gt;Akoy magbabago.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit mahirap ay kakayanin ko.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil para say o.&lt;br /&gt;Ako’y magbabago&lt;br /&gt;Kahit mahirap ay kakayanin ko.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil para sayo handa akong magpakatino.&lt;br /&gt;Laging isipin lahat ay gagawin basta’t para sayo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112747102326660707?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112747102326660707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112747102326660707' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112747102326660707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112747102326660707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/09/day-when-sky-is-dark.html' title='the day when the sky is dark'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112892379933219740</id><published>2005-08-17T13:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:44:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when i dont care about the title</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;y do i feel gloomy today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel alone. like i was left behind in my own world. i feel sad. because i know that no matter how i try, nothing would make sense. like creating your own dimension and shielding yourself from the cruel reality of everything else. like my own little paradigm i built, then hated almost at the same time. my friends have been there for me, and i love them. but somehow, i feel isolated. im alone. i have to deal with this on my own. becoz nobody would understand how hard it is for me. deep inside, tears flow out of my soul. and now, i feel empty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112892379933219740?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112892379933219740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112892379933219740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Blessing of Unanswered Prayers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for strength that I might achieve; I was made weak that I might learn humbly to obey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I asked for health that I might do greater things; I was given infirmity that I might do better things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for riches that I might be happy; I was given poverty that I might be wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for power that I might have the praise of men; I was given weakness that I might feel the need of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked for all things that I might enjoy life; I was given life that I might enjoy all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got nothing that I had asked for, but eveything that I had hoped for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost despite myself my unspoken prayers were answered; I am, among all men, most richly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unknown Confederate soldier -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112892402085900219?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112892402085900219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112892402085900219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112892402085900219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112892402085900219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-when-i-turned-23.html' title='the day when i turned 23'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112892426270904043</id><published>2005-08-05T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T11:19:52.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when it rains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;haaay ulan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ang sarap ng pakiramdam kapag umuulan. ang sarap ng dampi ng hangin at ng tunog ng patak ng tubig. ang payapa ng paligid at ang kulimlim ng langit, parang makahulugan ang katahimikan sa daan. kaya lang, pag umuulan... hay, ang trafic. ang hirap sumakay. kailangan, may payong ka para hindi ka mabasa. otherwise... well you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang love yan eh. masarap sa pakiramdam. kapag dumarating, minsan di ka prepared. kadalasan, maiipit ka sa gitna. kapag minamalas ka...babagyuhin ka pa. kasabay ng payapang paligid biglang kukulimlim ang langit. parang nagbabadya ng unos na parating. sa love kasi, hindi lahat saya. darating ang oras na magkakaroon ka ng problema. na magiisip ka kung ano ba talaga ang nararamdaman mo. pag hindi ka handa sa ganyang pagkakataon, kawawa ka. kasi, panigurado mababasa ka, mahihirapang sumakay. matrafic. kung hindi... para kang basang sisiw. lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero sa buhay, kasama talaga ang problema. minsan, nalulusutan natin yan. minsan naman... kelangang nating tanggapin kung ano man ang kahinatnan ng mga bagay. isipin mo na lang na nangyayari ang lahat dahil may dahilan. at kung anu man yun... mag ccontribute para maging mas malakas ka para sa susunod na pagbuhos ng ulan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isipin mo na lang na pagkatapos ng bagyo, sisikat ulit ang araw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112892426270904043?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112892426270904043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112892426270904043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112892426270904043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112892426270904043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/08/day-when-it-rains.html' title='the day when it rains'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112736135195440916</id><published>2005-07-22T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T10:22:46.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when i miss him terribly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/heavenly.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" height="89" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/heavenly.jpg" width="152" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;article originally written last: 10/11/04, 08:50am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but then i want you exactly the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you were a cartoon character&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;You'd be Dexter&lt;br /&gt;All-knowing and smart yet lovable and adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a coffee&lt;br /&gt;you'd be caramel frappuccino&lt;br /&gt;ice-cold, smooth and delicious yet a pocket burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a chocolate&lt;br /&gt;You'd be Black Meiji&lt;br /&gt;Bitter yet sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a drink&lt;br /&gt;You'd be a Vodka&lt;br /&gt;You come in different flavors yet each one is addictive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a reality tv show&lt;br /&gt;You'd be Amazing Race&lt;br /&gt;Adventurous, thrilling and exciting yet breathtakingly wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a movie,&lt;br /&gt;You'd be My Sassy Girl&lt;br /&gt;Irritatingly funny at the beginning yet mellow and romantic as the film rolls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were an animal,&lt;br /&gt;You'd be a Lion&lt;br /&gt;Arrogant yet hilariously shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a sport&lt;br /&gt;You'd be hang-gliding&lt;br /&gt;Adrenaline-rush all throughout yet relaxing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a stone&lt;br /&gt;You'd be a diamond&lt;br /&gt;Hard and unbreakable yet forever enchanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a heavenly body&lt;br /&gt;You'd be the sun&lt;br /&gt;... you are the closest star to me&lt;br /&gt;... my source of energy&lt;br /&gt;...without you I shall not live&lt;br /&gt;...complex, yet you are the world for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the center of my universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112736135195440916?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112736135195440916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112736135195440916' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112736135195440916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112736135195440916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-when-i-miss-him-terribly.html' title='the day when i miss him terribly'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112735703313040792</id><published>2005-07-22T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:50:28.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Repost - Ang Labo Mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/DSC03753.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/DSC03753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang Labo Mo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;article created last: 03/31/04 : 0839am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ang labo mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang labo. Yan ang generic na comments ng mga friends ko kapag nagkkwento ako ng tungkol sa yo. Yan din ang buntong hininga ko kapag naiisip kita. At yan din ang himutok ko sa kung ano mang bagay sa kalawakan na meron tayo ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag tinitingnan kita sa mata, nalulula ako. Kapag magkasama tayo, konting friction lang, nagiiba ang pakiramdam ko. Kapag di kita nakita or nakausap or naitext, hindi ako mapakali. At sa oras oras na ginawa ni God, naiisip kita. I was kind of hesitant to admit it at first, kasi hindi ako sanay ng nagkakaganito. And to be vocal about it...naku, kung alam mo lang kung gaano kahirap yun sa part ko. I grew up in a family where feelings are not something that you can discuss over dinner. Kaya malihim ako lalo na kung tungkol sa mga nararamdaman ko. Pero syempre, lahat yun nakalimutan ko nung nagsimula ang dilemma ko tungkol sa yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ka naman sweet eh. Walang konsepto ng pagiging romantic na nananalaytay sa laman mo, sure ako dun. Pero kapag magkasama tayo, feeling ko ang special ko. Eh sundin mo ba naman lahat ng gusto ko eh. Yung tipong even the smallest details gusto mo mapagbigyan mo ko? Minsan nga kahit di mo trip yung movies na gusto ko, nagppretend ka na lang na excited eh.Di ka magaling magpanggap kaya alam ko. One time nga magkahawak tayo ng kamay sa movie, nararamdaman ko talaga na mahal mo ko. Kaya all throughout, naka-smile ako. Hindi mo nga lang siguro nakita kasi madilim and of course, you're supposed to look at the screen. Yung mga night walks natin, yun yung best part para sa akin. Feeling ko ang payapa. As in I feel so secured with you, minsan ayoko ng makita ka kapag maghihiwalay tayo. Kasi nasasaktan ako na natapos na yung ilang oras na kasama kita. And then I'll start counting the hours and days and sometimes weeks kung kelan ulit kita makakasama. Yah, I know, adik na ata ako sa yo eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dont worry alam kong mahal mo ko. Nararamdaman ko na totoo, in your own special way you make me feel cared for and loved. Love din kita, and dont worry, tanggap ko kung sino ka ang lahat lahat ng tungkol sa yo. Kaya kahit na mushy ako at sentimental at kahit na mas gusto yung sweet and thoughtful, i fully understand kung hindi ko masyadong makita sa yo yun. Believe me, you have taught me how to appreciate the simple things na ginagawa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana lagi na lang ganito. Sana yung mga magical moments, hindi mawala at hindi natin pagsawaan. Sana yung mga ngiti sa labi at kislap sa mata na nagraradiate kapag magkausap tayo, hindi kumupas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana alam mo na ganito ang nararamdaman ko. At sana rin alam ko kung ano ang nasa isip mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba talaga, tayo ba o imagination ko lang lahat ito? Ang labo di ba? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112735703313040792?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.multiply.com/journal?&amp;=&amp;page_start=0' title='Repost - Ang Labo Mo'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112735703313040792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112735703313040792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112735703313040792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112735703313040792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/07/repost-ang-labo-mo.html' title='Repost - Ang Labo Mo'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112736089373418948</id><published>2005-07-21T11:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:45:26.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day with the last song syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;can't get it out of my mind. so might as well post it here. same old same old. still bored. i miss him. sobra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;"Sige"&lt;br /&gt;( by 6 CYCLE MIND )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sige, pag kasama ka naman,&lt;br /&gt;Kitang-kita ko ang ating kasiyahan&lt;br /&gt;Sige, wag na nating pigilan&lt;br /&gt;At di magtatagal, tayo ay liligaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey lang naman ang ating usapan&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na lang babalikan ang nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;Ang nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos lang, basta't kasama&lt;br /&gt;Konting alak lang, Kahit walang pulutan&lt;br /&gt;Ang minsan, naaalala&lt;br /&gt;Di magtatagal, tayo ay liligaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, pagpatuloy niyo lang&lt;br /&gt;Unti-unting lunudin sa kasiyahan&lt;br /&gt;Sige, pagpasensiyahan na lang&lt;br /&gt;Mga pumipigil sa ating ligaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okey lang naman ang ating usapan&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na lang babalikan ang nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;Ang nakaraan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayos lang, basta't kasama&lt;br /&gt;Konting alak lang, Kahit walang pulutan&lt;br /&gt;Ang minsan, naaalala&lt;br /&gt;Di magtatagal, tayo ay liligaya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112736089373418948?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112736089373418948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112736089373418948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112736089373418948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112736089373418948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-with-last-song-syndrome.html' title='the day with the last song syndrome'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112736062808343391</id><published>2005-07-20T11:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:24:59.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day when i have nothing else to do</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/cute21.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/400/cute2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/cute2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/deep%20in%20thought.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on the pain of boredom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You might have noticed that I've been updating this blog like crazy since it's birth on July 18. Haha! Believe it or not, I have nothing else to do but think of something to spice this webblog. I am so bored. Evidently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I visited eyen's site two days ago, I discovered it by pretty much guessing. And I found something cool. She has a page with all of her special friends's close up pictures. That's why I added "the profiler" (btw, thanks eyen!). Now I have to look for appropriate pictures of my closest bud... That's something that I could do for half a day. Yeah, there's friendster. But knowing my being oc when it comes to photos... Now you see how bored I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hay, I dont intend to spend the rest of this month bumming around. God, I have no idea that this is so difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;on harry potter and the spoilers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Having nothing else to do, I resolved into reading the softcopy of Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince as well. At first I successfully resist the urge to do so, thinking that it would be too inconsiderate. But after learning that I, indeed, am suppose to do nothing else but wait for the day's end, I decided to go on and read the remaining chapters. After all, even closing my eyes and blocking my ears with my hands... proved to be useless in keeping the spoilers out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's good. It's one of the best books in the series so far and I love it. I want to savor it to the last drop (geek!). I can't tell you how grateful I am that jun jun gave me a copy on the release date. Up to now, I am mesmerized with the fact that I have the book on my hands at night (yes, that's how much of an addict I am). If it were my decision, I'd rather not buy it, however badly I want the book. Masyado akong kuripot to spare the thousand bucks. But now, I'm just thankful that he gave me the pleasure of being one of the first to have it...Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112736062808343391?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.multiply.com/journal?&amp;=&amp;page_start=0' title='the day when i have nothing else to do'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112736062808343391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112736062808343391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112736062808343391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112736062808343391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-when-i-have-nothing-else-to-do.html' title='the day when i have nothing else to do'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112735964556236163</id><published>2005-07-20T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:27:58.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day with the whole mystery of mapping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/reading.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/200/reading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;After talking to Sir Hans, we came to a conclusion that we are indeed moving to the mapping team in August. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;This could be an adventure. I have no idea whatsoever about what mapping is about. It could be fun to learn something entirely new. That way, I wont bore myself uploading photos and videos each and everytime of the day. And the best part of it (the one that gets me hopeful instead of reproachful),its a temporary project assignment. If that is really the case, then I guess it would be a gud move. There's nothing to loose and in return, I'll learn stuff... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Actually, when you look at it, this transfer is a bit overwhelming. I would prefer to stay with performance longer before engaging in another project. That way, I had my hands first on the specifics of our team's project before leaping into something new. But since it just happened all of a sudden, I just have to accept the fact that I have to go. And look forward to the possiblities of doing maps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;To give you an idea of what the heck I am talking about... Jackie defined mapping as "the art of mopping the floor" I had laughed my stomach out!! &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/16955829-112735964556236163?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.multiply.com/journal?&amp;=&amp;page_start=0' title='the day with the whole mystery of mapping'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112735964556236163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112735964556236163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112735964556236163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112735964556236163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-with-whole-mystery-of-mapping.html' title='the day with the whole mystery of mapping'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112735890859710362</id><published>2005-07-20T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:22:20.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day i got it straight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/DSC03803.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/320/DSC03803.jpg" width="279" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Pagising ko kaninang umaga... nawala sa isip ko. So derecho lang ako sa ordinary routine. Tumunog ang alarm clock ng 545. Pero knowing na meron pa kong 15 minutes... pumikit ulit ako. Tumunog ulit ang alarm ng 6. Despite my whole body's protest, naglakad ako papuntang sofa. Pumikit. Nagpanggap na tulog. Kumuha ng towel. Nung mapadaan ako sa salamin, whoaaah! something's change. hehehe. It's the hair. Yep...got it fixed last night. My hair has been a bother for a while now and when abby ask if i want to go with her to get our hairs done... di na ko nagdalawang isip.&lt;br /&gt;At first, I thought it's not me. I mean, seriously. I had my hair in its natural mess of a condition since birth and never once did it undergo any major fix. And then this one... hahaha! It was really surprising considering that I hate it when people notice that there's something new in me. I prefer to stay out of the limelight.I even hate it when I have to trim my hair when it gets out of control. Oh well...maybe they wont notice the difference. Or if they did... I could always throw a "shinampoo ko lang yan"-line... &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/16955829-112735890859710362?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.multiply.com/journal?&amp;=&amp;page_start=0' title='the day i got it straight'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112735890859710362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112735890859710362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112735890859710362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112735890859710362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/07/day-i-got-it-straight.html' title='the day i got it straight'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112735858847415394</id><published>2005-07-19T10:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:09:47.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/1600/DSC02508.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 334px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1860/1623/400/DSC02508.jpg" width="334" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;From work and back&lt;br /&gt;From the crib then the rocking chair.&lt;br /&gt;From a child to a lady.&lt;br /&gt;From home to nowhereland.&lt;br /&gt;From smile to tears.&lt;br /&gt;From love then hate.&lt;br /&gt;From hate to angst.&lt;br /&gt;From enjoying something to getting sick of it.&lt;br /&gt;From traffic to being late then going home.&lt;br /&gt;From one manager to another.&lt;br /&gt;From a long lost friend to a new found acquaintance.&lt;br /&gt;From having you around then leaving for home.&lt;br /&gt;From hugs and kisses to daydreams.&lt;br /&gt;From sleeping to sleeping some more.&lt;br /&gt;From summer to floods.&lt;br /&gt;From the crazy world of the internet to the world of books and magic.&lt;br /&gt;From happy meal toys to sweet chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;From a month to a year.&lt;br /&gt;From now until forever.&lt;br /&gt;This is my life.&lt;br /&gt;From start to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112735858847415394?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.multiply.com/journal?&amp;=&amp;page_start=0' title='changes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112735858847415394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112735858847415394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112735858847415394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112735858847415394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/07/changes.html' title='changes'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112735765946158094</id><published>2005-07-11T10:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:08:23.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waking up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;its the best part.&lt;br /&gt;those once-a-week mornings when the first thing i see is your face&lt;br /&gt;and the first thing i feel are your arms around me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with a passion put &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;loseWith my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;God choose,I shall but love thee better after death."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112735765946158094?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.multiply.com/journal?&amp;=&amp;page_start=0' title='waking up'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112735765946158094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112735765946158094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112735765946158094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16955829/posts/default/112735765946158094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/2005/07/waking-up.html' title='waking up'/><author><name>grays</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08453297575583259651</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b258/mylittlegalaxy/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16955829.post-112735668039171147</id><published>2005-07-10T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T09:05:19.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing those</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the smiling people who greets me each morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;the silence of my seatmate that I grew fond of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the arrogance of the one I hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sound of the CAT and going in the darkness of CATlab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my boss' shriek of laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my pal's morning anecdotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the pantry and that old canteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the loudness of the front desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the untidy pedestal i kept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the testcards usually in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thrill of violating the no-outside-mail policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the beurucracy for the requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those paperworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pets on the desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss inay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and everyone i love whom i left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thier jokes.&lt;br /&gt;the laughter.&lt;br /&gt;the wave.&lt;br /&gt;the camaraderie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sad. i didnt expect to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16955829-112735668039171147?l=mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mylittlegalaxy.blogspot.com/feeds/112735668039171147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16955829&amp;postID=112735668039171147' title='0 Comments'/><link 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