<?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-747318792821398024</id><updated>2011-04-29T10:09:51.978+08:00</updated><category term='hobbies'/><category term='sharing'/><category term='Summer Thingees'/><category term='dramas'/><category term='books'/><category term='let&apos;s celebrate'/><category term='poof'/><category term='bored'/><category term='oopsie woopsie'/><category term='something ng mga bloggers'/><category term='pardon me'/><category term='opinions'/><category term='Irish Stuffs'/><category term='trash'/><category term='errr'/><category term='bloggers something something...'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='insanity'/><category term='blah blahs'/><category term='mushiness'/><category term='late posts'/><category term='festivity'/><category term='signs'/><category term='friends...'/><category term='crush/ing'/><category term='don&apos;t-mind-me'/><category term='quessies'/><category term='Guest'/><category term='School'/><title type='text'>My world is for real...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>irish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06689487441338132178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-617870550150843189</id><published>2008-01-19T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T10:46:05.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HA-HA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(SUPER late post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;WOW. Thank God. We just finished our 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; to the last exam in mandsci (yeah…) and it’s time to relax and have fun fun fun. Our school will be holding its first musikwela this Saturday at 7 pm and the guest band is spongecola. I am still deciding if I should go or what because it will be held somewhere in mandaluyong (specifically the mandaluyong gym) and according to some, the concert might end at around 11 pm and that will be pretty late and pretty dangerous for me because I live in san juan. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; So the division game started yesterday and there were some visitors from la salle and Lourdes who went at our school but I’m not that curious because I don’t know them. Well, just sharing.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Jade will be lending me her dvd of spring waltz (hooray Daniel Henney ) and her dvd of Coffee Prince (yippee for Arthur!). Some of my classmates (including me) are all addicted with koreanovelas right now. Don’t ask me why. It’s not that I am affected by colonial mentality but our teleseryes right now are pretty lame. No offense. The plot is always the same and the endings can be predicted easily. Add a little spice to it and I’ll watch it again and PLEASE what’s with the revival of old shows? Why not show a new kind of flick? Enough with the captain barbell meets darna and other reruns please.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Now, I am here in front of my computer with my psp and with my favorite pillow, sipping iced tea, feeling a little sleepy and downloading some songs. 4 in the morning by gwen stefani is nice but TATTOO by jordin sparks is BETTER.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Speaking of Jordin Sparks, American Idol is back and now on its 7&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; season. I need to watch it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-617870550150843189?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/617870550150843189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=617870550150843189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/617870550150843189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/617870550150843189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2008/01/ha-ha.html' title='HA-HA!'/><author><name>irish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06689487441338132178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-722121168172044536</id><published>2008-01-07T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T19:57:46.968+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush/ing'/><title type='text'>That GUY.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;There’s this one person that I always see every Sunday when I go to church. I don’t know but there is something about him that seems very familiar. I feel like I’ve seen him somewhere but I can’t really remember where, when and how. There are times when I really want to approach him thinking that MAYBE the answer to my question would suddenly come to me but because I am SHY *bear it* I will never ever do it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-722121168172044536?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/722121168172044536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=722121168172044536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/722121168172044536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/722121168172044536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2008/01/that-guy.html' title='That GUY.'/><author><name>irish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06689487441338132178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-3557900608033022622</id><published>2008-01-02T10:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T10:57:22.517+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s celebrate'/><title type='text'>new years</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 153);"&gt;Another year, another brand new start. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; The year 2007 -as far as I am concern – was very very unforgettable. The year was filled with laughter, tears, and other new emotions that I can’t seem to identify. It was not my best year yet I bid goodbye to 2007 like it was an old friend who had tried and tested me for 12 short months. Short but very meaningful. Short but very wonderful. Short yet I know from the bottom of my heart that I learned lots of new lessons which can improve my worth as a friend, as a daughter, as a sister, as a Christian and as a person. Now that year 2008 is finally here, I know that another epoch in my life will be unfolded. This is the year wherein I need to say see you soon (not goodbye) and bunch of thanks to those who are very very important to me. I will be leaving the people who had helped me for four long years of studying, hoping, cramming, waiting and discovering. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am looking forward to the new adventures that will arise now that 2008 is here. May it be easy or difficult, I know that I can handle it as long as there is trust, faith and love for nothing is impossible in the eyes of God. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; God Bless You All and Have a Fruitful 2008.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Century Gothic&amp;quot;; color: rgb(102, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Thank you to everybody who made me smile, laugh, cry, and me feel very very special. THANK YOU SO SO MUCH. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/747318792821398024-3557900608033022622?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3557900608033022622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=3557900608033022622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3557900608033022622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3557900608033022622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-years.html' title='new years'/><author><name>irish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06689487441338132178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-7360185574220866867</id><published>2007-12-31T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:35:59.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twisted.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Irish’s Self-realization for the year 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="margin-top: 0in; text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Have      an organized schedule. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Learn      to follow your schedule&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be      punctual at all times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Stop,      Think and Bite your lip before saying anything to avoid mistakes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Learn      to say you’re sorry (and mean it)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mean      what you say and say what you mean (learned this from Mrs. Tirones)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Learn      to wait. Some things are worth the wait.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;We all      have our own time to shine. It’s all about the right moment AND the right      timing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You      can’t impress everyone. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;First      impressions don’t last&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be yourself.      People can’t change you. You are your own person.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nobody      can make you feel inferior without your permission.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not      all that you see and you hear are true&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t      let your bottled up feelings control you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;SMILE      is the best apparel a person can wear&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t      trust just anybody. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;REAL      friends come and go and COME again. They will never leave you no matter      where you are, no matter whom you had been with, no matter whatever had      happen between you and that friend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Love      waits. Love is patient. Love is kind. Everyone has his/her own soul mate.      It is up to you on how you will find that person who will complete you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Life      is too short to be wasted on things that aren’t worth your time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Beauty      is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone      has his or her own faults. Nobody is perfect. (I am nobody… so does that      makes me perfect? Haha. Kidding.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t      let a person be your world &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You      don’t need to change just to fit in.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes,      being alone does not guarantee you that you don’t have any friends. It      just makes up for the time when you were happy and you forgot that there      is a God who had been with you through thick and through thin.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;LIVE      LIFE don’t be contented in just existing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes,      you need to lose somebody before knowing that person’s true importance.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t      be fool by a person’s looks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;The      eyes are the mirror of a person’s innermost thoughts and innermost      feelings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Don’t      be too moody. You might hurt people in the process.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Know      your priorities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You      need to sacrifice to be able to transform into a better person&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quiet      people are very interesting to talk to. They understand you more.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;People      have their own masks. Behind it lurks a sad story, a hopeful one, and      happy endings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not      all understands you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You      can’t change the world BUT you can make a difference.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labeling      people is so not cool. Why is it so in?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;NOT      all popular people are role models.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;ALWAYS      EXPECT THE UNEXPECTED&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Be      patient&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Learn      to say thank you&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;There      is always room for improvement&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Avoid      being judgmental&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everything      begins at home&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;Leave      your FOOTPRINTS in the sand NOT the heel of your shoe&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal"&gt;You      get what you give&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-7360185574220866867?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7360185574220866867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=7360185574220866867&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7360185574220866867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7360185574220866867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/12/twisted.html' title='twisted.'/><author><name>irish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06689487441338132178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-7252271674117060017</id><published>2007-12-21T00:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:05:34.219+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush/ing'/><title type='text'>you know what???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;I HAVE A CRUSH! I HAVE A CRUSH! la la la. haha!&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/747318792821398024-7252271674117060017?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7252271674117060017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=7252271674117060017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7252271674117060017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7252271674117060017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-know-what_21.html' title='you know what???'/><author><name>irish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06689487441338132178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-8237232187274216527</id><published>2007-12-21T00:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T00:04:10.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you know what???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-8237232187274216527?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8237232187274216527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=8237232187274216527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/8237232187274216527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/8237232187274216527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/12/you-know-what.html' title='you know what???'/><author><name>irish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06689487441338132178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6187112446353971570</id><published>2007-12-20T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T23:56:34.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='festivity'/><title type='text'>La La La. Happy Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Curlz MT&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;FINALLY!!! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Curlz MT&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;This week was really a blast. We had our school fair (which I skipped) because I need to buy gifts for my friends. I went to school around 3 pm to watch the battle of the bands and LUCKILY, my friends won. Some said that it was an unfair decision but that’s fine with us since everyone is entitled to his or her opinion. So… (Fast forward please)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 18pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Curlz MT&amp;quot;; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;CHRISTMAS PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Curlz MT&amp;quot;; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Curlz MT&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 153);"&gt;Yey! Our party started a little late but I arrived around 7:30 a.m. (I think) and I saw my CRUSH (yeah)!! Since my classmates are oh-so-punctual we started around 9 or 10. We were already hungry at that time so after a couple of games we decided to EAT, EAT and INDULGE. After eating, we played again, did a little intermission number, exchanged gifts, then ATE again. PIGS! lol. Of course I am kidding.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Curlz MT&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 153);"&gt;Right now. Right at this point in time, I know that (I just know it) Joseph must be reading the book that I gave to him. Hahaha! So joseph, how’s veronika? Nyahaha. BTW, thanks to those people who gave me gifts especially the unexpected ones. Thanks. SUPER. I really really appreciated it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Curlz MT&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 153);"&gt;Before our party ended, the hugging and the let’s-get-emotional part happened. Everybody was hugging and kissing. Some got teary-eyed but covered it up with their sunglasses while some shamelessly showed the world their tears. Aww. This is our last party in mandsci. BOOHOO!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Curlz MT&amp;quot;; color: rgb(255, 153, 153);"&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;A Happy Christmas To All!&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/747318792821398024-6187112446353971570?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6187112446353971570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6187112446353971570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6187112446353971570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6187112446353971570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/12/la-la-la-happy-christmas.html' title='La La La. Happy Christmas!'/><author><name>irish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06689487441338132178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-7037856688606828812</id><published>2007-12-10T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T21:02:24.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>MEGA busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;A short something from my very very busy life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;We have a long test in English tomorrow &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(knowing Mrs. Tirones, the test will be v.v. mind boggling)&lt;br /&gt;We have a long test in Economics tomorrow and knowing our teacher, the test will be filled with lots of COMPUTATIONS)&lt;br /&gt;Oral Recitation in MAPEH (about cinema)&lt;br /&gt;Plans for the horror booth (we need it. ASAP)&lt;br /&gt;Class History (for the yearbook)&lt;br /&gt;NOTES! (I want to prevent myself from cramming!)&lt;br /&gt;I need to shop for gifts (PRIORITY)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 102, 51);"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; LATER. Too busy. I’m completing my bm notes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-7037856688606828812?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7037856688606828812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=7037856688606828812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7037856688606828812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7037856688606828812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/12/mega-busy.html' title='MEGA busy.'/><author><name>irish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06689487441338132178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-9036056708244385112</id><published>2007-12-09T12:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T12:49:30.785+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>shorty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;tinkering my friendster and my blog. duhhh. I have tons of things to do right now but I don't know where to start. Why am I always like this? I'm always tired and I'm always cramming. I need to take a yoga class or something. I need to relax. *inhale exhale*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-9036056708244385112?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/9036056708244385112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=9036056708244385112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/9036056708244385112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/9036056708244385112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/12/shorty.html' title='shorty'/><author><name>irish</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06689487441338132178</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-18461011660213324</id><published>2007-12-08T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T23:41:16.574+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Stuffs'/><title type='text'>christmas carol.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" &gt;“This day marks one of the few moments in my life where I feel that I am so blessed, so happy and so at peace with the whole world.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;This was my first time to go caroling. I once remembered my cousins telling me that we once did it when I was still young but I cannot remember a thing. This is a big thing for me because I really am looking forward to this day. I never expected this day or should I say this night to be so fabulous. My classmates and I experienced lots of bizarre happenings but that didn’t spoil our eagerness to show what we have to our families and to others. We went to Sta. Mesa where we walked and walked and walked till we arrived at one of our classmate’s house. After a few songs, her mom took a snapshot of us, gave us the money then we went to San Juan where some of us, including me, lives. We decided to walk from Sta. Mesa to San Juan since we were all game and we don’t want to spend the money that we already had. But honestly, it was very very tiring. I thought that some would just go and return to their houses but nobody even thought of doing that. No one can ruin our day. We finished around 10 pm and we were all dead tired. Since we were at  Wilson’s, my house isn’t that far so it’s not a big deal to me. But some lives in Mandaluyong so we decided to call it a day plus it was pretty late and no one was interested in listening to us. So the twenty of us (with bodies aching) called it a day and went home. *yawn* I’m sooo tired! But as my dad had said when I arrived, it’s the experience and the thought that really counts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; Thank you to those who took part in this very wonderful event that we could all treasure forever. A Happy Christmas to all. See you guys on Monday.&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/747318792821398024-18461011660213324?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/18461011660213324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=18461011660213324&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/18461011660213324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/18461011660213324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-carol.html' title='christmas carol.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5782562949552664812</id><published>2007-12-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T18:33:38.722+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>poof.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just got home from school. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am currently home alone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today is my brother’s fieldtrip. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My mom didn’t go to work. Dunno why. She’s not even here. Where could she be?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;My dad is also at work and I don’t even know if he is planning to go home today because he is pretty busy with work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;So here I am. Alone lone lone lone lone. Haha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I saw one of our neighbors with his friends (for the first time! Haha! They’re like living in our neighborhood for years. I am SUCH a freak.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;One was pretty cute (teehee) if you’re into those rocker types of guys. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;SO I learned something today. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;SAN JUAN guys are cute! LoL. I’m seeing tons of cuties whenever I am within the vicinity of San Juan. No offense to those who are not living here. It’s just that I really love our place. Hihi. Talk about loyalty. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Smell you all later. I’m doing something for the yearbook.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-5782562949552664812?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5782562949552664812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5782562949552664812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5782562949552664812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5782562949552664812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/12/poof.html' title='poof.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2260705893167695515</id><published>2007-11-25T01:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T01:33:26.539+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oopsie woopsie'/><title type='text'>Tres amusant. Vair vair funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;I was planning to finish all those things that were supposed to be done today. I dunno but my sickness (which is called “katamaran”) got the best of me. I woke up at 10 wondering if Me-an is still going here. I called her and she told me that she just woke up so our plans were cancelled. Good for both of us. I can sleep all day and she can watch her anime all day. So I was pretty cranky today because of some reasons that happened yesterday but I prefer to just not talk about it. I don’t want to destroy my whole year just thinking of it. I will let God do what is destined for THEM. Like what Mother Teresa had said on her poem… &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;P&lt;span style=""&gt;eople are often unreasonable, irrational, and self-centered.  &lt;b&gt;Forgive them anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;f you are kind, people may accuse you of selfish, ulterior motives.  &lt;b&gt;Be kind anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;f you are successful, you will win some &lt;b&gt;unfaithful friends and some genuine enemies. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Succeed anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;f you are honest and sincere people may deceive you.  &lt;b&gt;Be honest and sincere anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;hat you spend years creating, others could destroy overnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;.  &lt;b&gt;Create anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I&lt;span style=""&gt;f you find serenity and happiness, some may be jealous.  &lt;b&gt;Be happy anyway.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;he good you do today, will often be forgotten.  Do good anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;ive the best you have, and it will never be enough.  Give your best anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;n the final analysis, it is between you and God.  It was never between you and them anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 20pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;Nobody can make me feel inferior without my permission so I won’t stoop down to their level. I won’t even be FAKE when I am talking to them. I’ll just treat them casually like nothing even happened. I’m not even sure if they knew that I heard them talking about me. Well, that’s life. You can’t please everybody. I just don’t like it that some people are accusing me of some stuff that is too exaggerated. Now I know who’s true and who’s false. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;Well, we went to mcdo yesterday to celebrate because this vair vair hectic week has finally come to an end. The float, which I ordered, slipped from its tray so it spilled on our table. I was sooo embarrassed. I asked zhel to buy me another one since she will be ordering her food. I was about to gave her my money when the crew who was cleaning our table told me that I don’t need to buy another one because he will be giving me one for free. Tres amusant. Why is he giving me a free float? Their store will be bankrupt if they will be doing that to every person who spilled his/her food. Gosh. I was sooo embarrassed because he did that plus my friends were teasing me. Ugh. Goodness Gracious. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So… lesson learned…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;SPILL your food when you are eating at McDonalds. Who knows? You might get a quarter pounder for free. LoL. I don’t want to eat at that place for quite a long time. I was too embarrassed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 153, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-2260705893167695515?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2260705893167695515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2260705893167695515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2260705893167695515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2260705893167695515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/11/tres-amusant-vair-vair-funny.html' title='Tres amusant. Vair vair funny.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1219213109153334935</id><published>2007-11-20T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:37:29.777+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Kakagising lang.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p face="arial" style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ang bilis dumilim. Nakakainis. Isa pa naman akong freak pagdating sa mga ganyan ganyan. Makita ko lang na madilim na ay nababaliw na ko. Ayoko kasi na nale-late ako. Ayoko din na ginagabi ako masyado dahil nawawalan ako ng tiwala sa mga tao pag kumagat na ang dilim. Sabi ko naman kasi sa inyo. FREAK talaga ako. Feeling ko nasasapian ako pag gabi. Sa totoo lang, hindi ko alam kung bakit ba ko nagpopost ng ganito. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Kakagising ko lang kasi. Balak ko dapat na matulog talaga ng 7 pm&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;at gumising ng 9 pm dahil gusto ko mag ayos ng notes para sa Adv. Physics class ko. Pero, napanood ko kasi yung tyra banks show kaya namove ang 7 pm ko sa 8 pm. Natulog ako ng 8 pm. Kakapikit pa lang ng mata ko, ginising nanaman ako dahil dumating ang mommy ko at may gusto daw siyang ibigay sa akin. Dumilat ako sandali at tumungo tungo para mapakita na nakikinig ako sa kanya kahit gustong gusto ko na matulog uli. Umalis siya at bumalik ako sa pagtulog. Mahimbing naman yung pagtulog ko. Yun nga lang, after three hours ay ginising na din ako dahil nga daw sabi ko ay may gagawin ako. Tinatamad tamad pa ko dahil nakakatamad naman talaga bumangon. Ang sarap sarap matulog. Kaso, kailangan. Kaya naman bumangon na ko, nagkabit ng contacts at nanood ng PBB para hindi antukin muli. Pagkatapos kong manood ay nag online na ko dahil nga may mga dapat akong gawin tulad ng pagcheck ng mails, pagcheck ng friendster, pagsilip sa blog at kung anu-ano pa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Ngayon ay kung anu-ano nanaman ang pumapasok sa isip ko. Sana talaga ay half-day bukas. Uuwi ako ng maaga at matutulog ng matutulog. Hindi ko alam kung ano bang nangyayari sakin at bakit napaka antukin ko ngayon. Hindi naman ako ganito dati. Siguro dahil malapit na ang Christmas. Ang lamig na. Parang lagi akong hinahatak ng kwarto ko. Haayyy. Inaantok nanaman ako. Pero susubukan ko talaga maumpisahan yung dapat kong gawin. NAKU. Naalala ko. May homework pala sa English. Asar. Inaantok na ko eh. Sige, gagawin ko na nga. Para hindi na ko magahol bukas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Ano pa bang gusto kong sabihin. Bilangin niyo kung ilang beses lumabas ang salitang antok at tulog sa post na toh. Isama niyo na rin ang lahat ng salitang related sa salitang “tulog”. Parang wala nang sense tong post na toh. Naman. May pasok bukas. Ang sarap kasi talaga matulog. Nag iipon na pala ko dahil malapit na ang Pasko. Proud ako dahil hindi ako gumagastos. Sabihan na ko ng kuripot, hindi talaga ko gagastos. Sayang eh. Naumpisahan ko na din, itutuloy tuloy ko na. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt; Sige dito na lang. Salamat nga pala sa Research II observers namin kanina. Nabusog kami sa binigay niyong pagkain. Salamat. Sa uulitin. Ang kapal di ba. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-1219213109153334935?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1219213109153334935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1219213109153334935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1219213109153334935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1219213109153334935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/11/kakagising-lang.html' title='Kakagising lang.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1996498165841329866</id><published>2007-11-17T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T13:32:15.844+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hobbies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Saturday Afternoon Whatever.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;A power failure occurred here in San Juan around 1 am. Luckily, I was already in bed and I was listening to the songs that I saved on my psp. I was wearing my earphones so I hardly noticed the said failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up thinking that it was already late because the whole house was quiet. Since I was not wearing my contacts at that time, I’m not sure if what I’m seeing at my clock is true (8:00), so I decided to get back to bed because I’m really really tired and my muscles were aching because of that p.e. class that we had yesterday (we’re studying foreign folk dances and that irish dance is sooo tiring but it’s fun). Around 10 am, my mom woke me up telling me that she will be leaving for work. She asked me to lock the gate and to wait for my brother who went to dbs because he had to practice for a school presentation. Since I’m wide-awake, I decided to put on my contacts and to eat a quick breakfast of banana muffin (it tastes like banana but it was filled with nuts and I don’t like nuts). After that, I watched my newest favorite show entitled “Gay, Straight or Taken”, it was so interesting but I always picked the wrong guy. The guy who I always thought was the straight and single one was always the gay one. Dunno why. Maybe my taste is really exotic. Hmm. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just finished taking a bath and the weather is hot hot hot. The exact opposite of our weather last Thursday. I’m spending a beautiful afternoon inside our house because I don’t want to go out. I don’t even want to go to McDonalds, which is like the nearest and I mean nearest fast food chain in our house. Talk about being lazy.&lt;br /&gt; Well, I’m going to finish my homework right now because I’m trying to turn myself into a model student. Very very possible. NOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-1996498165841329866?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1996498165841329866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1996498165841329866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1996498165841329866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1996498165841329866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/11/saturday-afternoon-whatever.html' title='Saturday Afternoon Whatever.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4370411837665539720</id><published>2007-11-16T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:13:00.962+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Stuffs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t-mind-me'/><title type='text'>Bottled Up.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"&gt;Alone. Left out. Loner. Out of place.&lt;br /&gt;Me.&lt;br /&gt;All of those words describe what I am feeling right now.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like there’s nobody who even cares for me except of course for my family.&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I don’t have anyone to talk to. I cannot let my bottled feelings flow freely because there is no one out there who even cares, who is willing to listen.&lt;br /&gt;I have online friends, I have classroom friends, but they all leave me once I went out of the school, out of my house, out of my comfort zone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s life. It is not meant to be fair. But why am I always the victim? No erase that word. I am not a victim. Maybe I’m really just a loner. Maybe I really just pity myself. I always wondered when would I find true happiness. When would I find all those things that are currently missing in my life? When. When. When.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something happened today, that’s why I am writing this very emotional entry. Anne is the only person who knows about it. Well, at least, there is someone who is willing to listen. Haha. thanks anne!&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/747318792821398024-4370411837665539720?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4370411837665539720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4370411837665539720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4370411837665539720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4370411837665539720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/11/bottled-up.html' title='Bottled Up.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6780321545407730170</id><published>2007-11-15T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T21:06:44.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Ulan ulan ulan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Due to continuous heavy rain, classes were suspended. The suspension was announced around 10 a.m, but the classes were cut at 1 pm. Why? I don’t know. Don’t ask me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, kahit na malamig, napagpawisan din kami dahil sa uber nakakapagod na p.e. class namin. Dance to the max kami. Msaia siya kasi puro talon (irish dance e), yun nga lang, mahirap talaga. Sa sobrang nakakapagod nia, eh parang mababawasan ka ng timbang. Try ko kaia aralin yun? Para naman pumayat ako. Tumataba na yata ako e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after ng p.e. namin, nag lunch kami sandali at tinuloy na yung klase namin. Advanced Research na, so dahil inoobserve kami ng mga taga u.p. at ika nga ng iba kong kaklase, kami ang section na &lt;strong&gt;“under observation”,&lt;/strong&gt; kailangan na naming mag grupo grupo at ihanda ang sarili namin dahil oobserbahan kami. Dahil tapos an kami ng mga groupmates ko at dahil mabait c mam fababair (nag oobserve samin), hinayaan niya kami mag laro ng killer game. Adik na diba. Ganun talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;After nun, umuwi na rin kami dahil natatakot ako na baka bahain na ako. Pag uwi, natulog, gumising, kumain at eto... nagba-blog na ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Tinatamad pa ko pumasok bukas pero dahil friday naman, cge ok lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;Dito muna. Matutulog ako uli. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-6780321545407730170?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6780321545407730170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6780321545407730170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6780321545407730170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6780321545407730170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/11/ulan-ulan-ulan.html' title='Ulan ulan ulan'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5171725962548119995</id><published>2007-11-14T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T20:28:03.472+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something ng mga bloggers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Cyber Life.</title><content type='html'>I saw this kind of post at ate virginia’s blog. It’s like a tag thingee but instead of answering weird questions, you will be asked to post a picture of your desktop. Well, since I can’t think of any decent topics to talk about, why don’t you check my desktop? See what keeps me from being borreeedddd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q283/simpleyetfab/ms.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 386px; HEIGHT: 406px" height="574" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q283/simpleyetfab/ms.jpg" width="799" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Documents&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the most unorganized place in the entire world. I have different kinds of folders and inside it are stuffs, which are not even related to the title of my folders. But I have this one decent folder (named “irish”), which contains all the important pictures and important stuffs about family, school stuffs, friends and me. The icon of this document is helga of hey Arnold. Haha. How weird right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My computer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing here. Just the same old boring stuffs like 3 ½ floppy disk and the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My network places&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even know what to do with the documents or whatever stuffs inside it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recycle Bin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Look at the icon. Haha! My brother changed it and I dunno who the hell that cartoon character is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Internet Explorer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used it to open websites that can’t be read by mozilla firefox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yahoo Mail&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes with the yahoo messenger. I used it to check my yahoo email ads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Power DVD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used to watch dvds. (Minsan lang gamitin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;education.com website&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle put it in our computer for school purposes. I don’t use it though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encarta Encyclopedia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not working. I’ll be deleting it when I have the time. (tamad)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quick Time Player&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never used it because I don’t even know its purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snag It&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used it to crop any pictures that I have. It is v. v. useful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yahoo Messenger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Where my online life starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encarta World Atlas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very helpful when I was still studying world history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encarta World English Dictionary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very very useful especially when you are making a book report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shortcut to GBA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gameboy emulator. Removes my boredom. Harvest Moon rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shopmania&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Installed by my cousin. It is very addicting and very mind-boggling. But anyways, I already finished it and it was pretty tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mystery Case Files Prime Suspect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;My friends always play this game whenever they have the chance. It is very very very addicting. Right girls? Haha! Scyld finished the last puzzle thingee in it. Thanks to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shortcut to ISP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not using dsl. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Delicious Deluxe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;The first ever game that I had downloaded. I finished it last summer and I still play it when I feel bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Limewire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source of music and VIRUSES. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yahoo Multi Messenger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used it to open unlimited number of yahoo messengers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mozilla Firefox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used it in almost everything except when I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shockwave&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shockwave. Du’uh. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wallpaper is tifa of final fantasy. As you see, my computer clock is wayyy wrong. I can’t fix it. Well, I dont need it much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-5171725962548119995?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5171725962548119995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5171725962548119995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5171725962548119995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5171725962548119995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/11/cyber-life.html' title='Cyber Life.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5759047402849175167</id><published>2007-11-13T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T19:52:35.463+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush/ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Ang Pagkikita</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;It’s the season to be jolly…&lt;br /&gt;Bbbrrr.. It’s cold!!! The holiday season is here!!! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;I just arrived home from school and it was ANOTHER fun day for all of us. We had tons of free time and we were allowed to play all day long. I learned this really cool game called Killer, Judge and Police. It was fun and it was sooo addicting. We were playing it since Thursday of last week and we are not yet tired of it. In fact, the game keeps on getting more and more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw R and mr. one tree hill today. Haha! Actually, we were really planning on how we can see james lafferty’s (one tree hill) look alike AGAIN because we didn’t saw him for quite a long time. Well, we did see him yesterday but it was just a glimpse so we decided to create a simple but perfect plan on how to have a better look of him. The plan was perfect! It actually worked. Napakababaw namin pero masaya na kami dun. Di naman kami papansinin nun eh. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, while I was riding the jeepney that will drop me off to our house (dalawang sakay ako pauwi. Layo di ba), I saw my uber cute and uber smart neighbor from UP. Nakasakay siya dun sa jeep na nasa likod ng sinasakyan ko. Luckily, kasabay ko si Nieto and si Cha so nasabi ko sa kanila yung kilig na nafeel ko nung mga oras na yun. Kung wala sila, baka napasigaw na ko o kung ano nang nagawa ko. Pagbaba ko, halos kasabay ko na rin siya. Kinuha ko ung keys sa tito ko (my tito owned this big sari sari store). Tamang tama, may bibilhin pala siya and I was so shocked kasi tumabi siya sakin. Haha! kilig! He is sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun. Share ko lang ang kilig moments ko. Very often na kasi ko kinikilig e. Manhid? a&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/747318792821398024-5759047402849175167?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5759047402849175167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5759047402849175167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5759047402849175167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5759047402849175167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/11/ang-pagkikita.html' title='Ang Pagkikita'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-7659525701991278344</id><published>2007-11-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:04:58.053+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;The play that we watched last Sunday was fantastic. Not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;It actually sucks. The place was far (I am from San Juan and my school is from Mandaluyong and we went to ever gotesco just to see that freaking play), the show was a repeat of what we have seen last year and we were seeing the same faces all over again. What a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;There were only two schools inside the cinema. OUR school and this whatever-school-where-the-students-are- sooo-uncivilized. It sounds harsh but it's true. We were already pissed off during that time because students from our school paid 160.00 to watch that play and you know what? Not everyone had their own seats.Some were sharing, some were standing and some were asked to sit on the aisle and on the stairs. It was really unfair. After some time, while my friends and I were sitting comfortably on our seats (lucky us? NOT!), I felt that something liquidy just hit me. I thought that it was a cola but I didn't react because I thought that maybe someone didn't mean to do that. After a few seconds, an empty box of popcorn went flying and it hit some of my friends. We-ell, so those flying stuffs were not accidents. They were being thrown at us by those students from that whatever school. It was a joke. Yeah. But it was SOOO not funny. After that popcorn incident, they threw two empty c2 bottles at us and we're so not enjoying it. Since we don't want to pick fights with them and since challenging them to a duel won't do us any good, we decided to skip the play and just go. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;We went out of the cinema, asked our teachers' permission because we really want to go and zoom! off we go. We went to galleria since it's a waayyy better mall than Ever. It was getting late and my family and I needs to attend mass at 8:30 pm, so I grab a quick dinner with my friends and went straight to our church since it's not too far. I was really anxious at that time because I was not sure if I know the right way home but luckily, my instincts won and I arrived there around 7:30 pm. My dad and my brother were not yet there (my mom will be coming straight from her office; it is my dad's day off from work).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;After hearing mass, we went home and I went straight to my bed. When I woke up around 5 am, I was feeling indolent but I don't have any choice but to start my loonnnggg week. Well... All's well that ends well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#333399;"&gt;P.S. I was late for my C.A.T morning formation. Tsk tsk.&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/747318792821398024-7659525701991278344?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7659525701991278344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=7659525701991278344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7659525701991278344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7659525701991278344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/11/whatever.html' title='Whatever!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5876572889558864831</id><published>2007-11-06T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T19:20:09.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is way too random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Bakit parang ang late ko na lagi mag update sa blog ko. Siguro dahil sa uber hectic na din ang sched. Well di naman maiiwasan. So tapos na nga ang sembreak. Start na ng third quarter kaya dapat ko na palang sulitin yung mga natitirang araw ko sa mandsci. Ang drama di ba. Pero totoo yan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Alam niyo ba na may nakita akong something sa blog ni ate virginia. ang cute nga e. gagawin ko din siya. itatag ko din kaung lahat. promise yan. kaso wala pa kong masyadong time ngayon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Nag eenjoy naman ako sa mga subjects ko kahit na minsan tinatamad ako. Ang saya ng Adv. p6 at ng Adv. chem kahit advanced na sila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Napaka random naman ng post ko. Gusto ko lang kasi mag post. Nakakamiss e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Alam niyo ba na anniversary na ng blog ko? Siyempre hindi. Kasi kailan ko din lang nalaman. One year na ko!!! Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Beyonce is here! Gusto ko nga manood e. Kaso asa pa di ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Sige. Later!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-5876572889558864831?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5876572889558864831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5876572889558864831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5876572889558864831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5876572889558864831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/11/this-is-way-too-random.html' title='this is way too random.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-3394283558326732062</id><published>2007-10-25T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T00:36:18.720+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Ang Kaartehan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; HAPPY BDAY JHEMMY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. I heard from kaye anne that spongecola was the band chosen (by cmshs parents) to perform in the upcoming musikwela. That is soooo cool. I mean.. HELLO! Yael is so cute kaya. Hihi. I’m keeping my fingers crossed talaga. I want to go! But, sa January pa yun so things can change pa naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s already 12 am and I am still wide-awake. Ganito talaga pag sembreak. Minsan lang naman kasi yung ganito na you can sleep late without worrying kung ano yung dapat mong ipasang requirement the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading the mates, dates guide to Life, Love, and looking luscious book. It’s good pero medyo bitin. Dahil nga sa book na toh I am planning to check the essential oils store sa greenhills sa isang araw to check kung available dun yung mga oils na sinuggest dito sa book na dapat kong gamitin. Malay natin, baka effective yung mga yun di ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll share to you the oils that I need to keep my skin healthy (nosebleed toh.. hihi):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.      For my toner, I need orange water or witch hazel. (uhhmm.. orange na tubig ba yun? Witch na hazel? May ganun pala)&lt;br /&gt;2.      I don’t need a moisturizer daw kasi may skin type is greasy (sounds gross di ba?)&lt;br /&gt;3.      Then I also need lemon, BERGAMOT (wth?), juniper (that’s a name di ba?), lavender, sandalwood (parang ginagamit siya to make slippers?), and tea tree (as in puno?).&lt;br /&gt;4.      Then for my base oil I need grapeseed (as in? yung seed?) or apricot and peach kernel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird pala ng mga ganun. Share ko lang kasi baka di ko rin naman mabili yan dahil I think medyo mahal siya. Hihi. Asa pa ko noh. I’m contented with my soap. Ok na yun. Gastos pa eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here’s what I’m in love with right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Dates, Mates Series (again and again and again…)&lt;br /&gt;2. Georgia Nicolson Series (gorgey…)&lt;br /&gt;3. Jon’s (pbbce) accent (ang cute kasi. Half Brit siya e)&lt;br /&gt;4. Izzie of Mates, Dates&lt;br /&gt;5. Checking my star sign every day&lt;br /&gt;6. Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;7. Pigging&lt;br /&gt;8. Watching tv!!! (minsan lang e)&lt;br /&gt;9. Checking my gmail (promise! Masipag ako mag check lately. Email me! Haha. korni na toh)&lt;br /&gt;10. BLOGGING! (forever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s it. Happy bday jhemmy. See you on 27. Mwa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless Y’all.&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/747318792821398024-3394283558326732062?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3394283558326732062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=3394283558326732062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3394283558326732062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3394283558326732062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/10/ang-kaartehan.html' title='Ang Kaartehan.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4203008889635251687</id><published>2007-10-23T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T00:36:40.924+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Sembreak na!&lt;br /&gt;Kakaiba toh dahil dalawang linggo ang pahinga.&lt;br /&gt;Kay buti ng aming mga guro.&lt;br /&gt;Pero bago mag sembreak, aaminin ko na napressured at nahaggard talaga ko ng todo&lt;br /&gt;Periodical tests (na mahirap), projects na kailangan ipasa, results ng tests at kung ano ano pa&lt;br /&gt;Idagdag mo pa ang test sa La Salle na grbe na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umalis kami ng bahay around 12 pm kahapon.&lt;br /&gt;Sinundo namin sila jhemmy at ally.&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre pagdating dun, tumodo na.&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming tao!&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ata ng lahi nandun na.&lt;br /&gt;Mga Indian (ang dami kong kapatid), mga kamag anak ng f4 at kung ano ano pa&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre La Salle, madaming nageexpect na may makikita silang mga *ehem* headturners.&lt;br /&gt;We-ell… wala!&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;May isang papansin na lalake dun (to jhemmy and ally: the infamous pink boy!)&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang nilalayuan namin siya, di naman dahil sa uber pangit siya pero nakakaasar lang tlaga siya kasi tingin siya ng tingin. Nakakatawa nga kasi kahit layo kami ng layo, nakikita pa rin namin siya… hanggang sa pag uwi yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. grbe talaga yung test.&lt;br /&gt;60 items sasagutin mo in 35 mins. Gosh! Nakakahilo. Hahabulin mo kasi yung oras.&lt;br /&gt;Naloloka na yata ako ng mga oras na yun. Hindi ko na binasa yung sobrang habang reading comprehension, tanong na lang yung tinignan ko tapos hinanap ko yung sagot. Ganun na ko ka desperate ng mga oras na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kamusta naman yung essay. Ayos pa yung English na essay, nagulumihanan lang talaga ko sa Filipino Essay. “Filipino bilang isang wikang global”. Aaminin ko. Mas nahirapan talaga ko dun. Ewan ko ba. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita ko pala yung isa kong kaklase dati. *hi ced!*&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami kong nakikita dun. Pero ewan ko ba. Parang di ako comfortable masyado sa dlsu. Parang mas comfy ako sa u.p.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naman. Salamat sa Indian na lalake na binuksan yung pinto para sakin. Salamat kalahi! Haha. joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/747318792821398024-4203008889635251687?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4203008889635251687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4203008889635251687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4203008889635251687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4203008889635251687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/10/finally.html' title='FINALLY!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2292818536132719242</id><published>2007-10-05T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T21:56:41.224+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Paistaran.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Maaga kami nagkita kita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Umuulan kaia nakakainis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Mga 11:00 na yata kami dumating dun sa location.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Di ganun kadami yung tao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;At SUPER late nang nag umpisa nung contest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Ang galing ng contestants namin pero hindi kami nanalo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Ayus lang naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;We lost in the contest but we earned new friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Nagkasundo yung junior and seniors at mas feel namin yung pagiging panalo namin dahil dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;Hindi naman namin kailangan ng trophy or whatever para masabing nanalo kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;We tried our best, and that's enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&gt;I'm soo proud. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;~paistaran o7~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#339999;"&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/747318792821398024-2292818536132719242?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2292818536132719242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2292818536132719242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2292818536132719242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2292818536132719242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/10/ang-paistaran.html' title='Ang Paistaran.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1113424370590951807</id><published>2007-09-23T11:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T11:08:45.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Ang Pagka Busy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hmmm. Maikli lang toh. Ilalagay ko lang yung mga gagawin ko ngayong araw na toh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Umuulan at nakakainis dahil sumasakit ang ulo ko pag umuulan. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Siguro abnormal lang talaga ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gumagawa din ako ngayon ng project sa english dahil ayoko nang mag cram. Nakakasawa din minsan. Lagi na lang kulang sa tulog. Lagi pang nagkakasakit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hindi pa ko tapos sa mga notes na forever ko na yatang hindi matatapos. Di bale, malapit na umalis sa high school. Medyo mababawasan tong mga notes notes na toh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Naalala ko din na hindi pa ayos yung form ko sa La Salle. Hindi ko pa nafifillup-an lahat. Asar. Kailangan ko na toh ayusin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Magpapasa na rin ako ng form sa UST. Para isahan na lang. Pasa or Bagsak lang naman yan e. Pero siyempre masaya kung pasado di ba. Tapos Scholarship pa. Ahihi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hindi pa ko naliligo at gutom pa rin ako. Paalam na nga. Maliligo muna ko. haha.&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/747318792821398024-1113424370590951807?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1113424370590951807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1113424370590951807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1113424370590951807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1113424370590951807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-pagka-busy.html' title='Ang Pagka Busy.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2738684506694894258</id><published>2007-09-21T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T10:05:43.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang CAI Room.</title><content type='html'>Nasa cai room ako ngayon at nanonood ng mga pinaghirapan naming project sa Filipino. Anong oras na kami natapos kahapon at absent ngayon si Jhemmy dahil kulang siya sa tulog at siya ang nag tuloy ng di namin natapos na project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang nanonood sila, nandito ako sa harap ng computer at nagtatayp ng entry para dito sa blog ko. Sana hindi ako mahuli. Mukhang hindi naman dahil busy silang lahat sa panonood. Hindi na nga nila kami nafifeel. Katabi ko ngayon si Scyld at gumagawa siya ng entry para sa yearbook namin. Ako naman, eto nga. Nagba blog na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Business Management na ang next subject ko at dito din kami sa CAI room magkaklase. Malay natin, baka wala kaming teacher. Basta for sure, wala atang research. Uber busy kasi yung teacher namin sa research II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May virus ata ung usb namin. May something kasi. Nagloloko lahat ng pc na pinagkakabitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shux. Ako pala gagawa ng description para sa mga kaklse ko... pano ba toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bye na. bm na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-2738684506694894258?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2738684506694894258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2738684506694894258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2738684506694894258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2738684506694894258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-cai-room.html' title='Ang CAI Room.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5697011836404312188</id><published>2007-09-19T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T22:25:50.618+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Ang Haggard.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PROMISE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Tatapusin ko talaga tong mga notes na hindi ko nagagawa at naaayos. Nakakainis na. Ang daming ginagawa. Tumatambak sila. After talaga ng Filipino Project, tatapusin ko na mga notes ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;FOCUS FOCUS FOCUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super Cramming na ko kahit hindi pa dapat. Baka mag hiatus mode muna ko dito sa blog and pati na rin siguro sa cyberspace. Pero try ko din mag update once in a while. Haayyy.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;OH SHOOT! Where’s my ballpen!!! Arggghh. I’m going to be insane! He-elp. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#339999;"&gt;LATER!&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/747318792821398024-5697011836404312188?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5697011836404312188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5697011836404312188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5697011836404312188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5697011836404312188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-haggard.html' title='Ang Haggard.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4848410177112678679</id><published>2007-09-18T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T20:18:32.903+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Ang Pagpapatawad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Let there be peace on Earth…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;  Itigil na natin ang mga nangyayaring gulo at away. Matuto tayong magpatawad. Tama na. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Ako ay nahihilo sa mga nangyayaring iringan at awayan&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Hindi magkakaroon ng world peace kung di natin kaya umpisahan ang lahat sa sarili natin. Tama na ito. Yun lang naman e. Puro gulo kasi. Tigilan na lang. Kasi habang magsasalita ng magsasalita, lalong lalala.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kung gusto ng lahat na maayos, huwag na lang patulan ang isa’t isa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Isa lamang itong friendly reminder galing sa akin. Hehe.&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/747318792821398024-4848410177112678679?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4848410177112678679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4848410177112678679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4848410177112678679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4848410177112678679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-pagpapatawad.html' title='Ang Pagpapatawad.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5151458374514447653</id><published>2007-09-16T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T21:54:20.708+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Ang Pagiging Totoo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;You can’t please everybody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit anong gawin mo, makakahanap sila ng &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;FLAW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; sa lahat ng ginagawa mo.&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hindi sila mga perpektong tao pero kasiyahan nila ang paghahanap ng mali sayo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Kung ikukumpara mo minsan ang sarili mo sa kanila, hindi mo maintindihan kung ano bang meron sa kanila at ano bang meron sayo. Bakit ka nila ginaganito. Sabi ng mga kakilala ko,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;INSECURITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; lang daw yun. Meron daw sigurong something sayo kaya ka nila pinipilit ibaba or pinipilit sirain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Ako? Oo. Madaming inis sa akin. Ayaw nila sa akin. Hindi ko alam kung bakit. Wala naman kasi akong “something”. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Simple lang ako. Hindi ako galing sa isang  “rich family”. Hindi ako kumpleto sa kung anong “in” ngayon&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Isa lang naman yung maipagmamalaki ko eh. Yun yung pagiging &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;TOTOO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ko. Alam ko na kung ano anong problema na yung nabigay sa akin ng ugali kong toh pero wala akong pinagsisisihan. Mas gusto ko maging totoo kaysa magpaka plastic. People will learn to love me naman sa kung sino talaga ako. Hindi ko kailangan baguhin ang sarili ko para lang matuwa sa akin ang mga tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;“I’d rather be hated for who I am than be loved for who I am not.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/747318792821398024-5151458374514447653?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5151458374514447653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5151458374514447653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5151458374514447653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5151458374514447653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-pagiging-totoo.html' title='Ang Pagiging Totoo.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5183930976063577409</id><published>2007-09-13T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T21:40:21.417+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Ang Inis.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Naiinis ako! Madami akong kinaiinisan ngayon. Alam mo yung feeling na parang lahat ng bagay eh nangyayari against your will? Lahat na lang ng nangyayari parang mali. Ika nga ni roseann dati “Is the world conspiring to irritate me again?”. Sabi naman ni Mrs. Tirones (one the best teachers in the entire world), hindi naman daw totoo yang conspiracy na yan. Nasa takbo lang daw yan ng isip ng tao. At oo, tama siya. Pero hindi naman maiiwasan minsan yung maapektuhan ka din ng nasa paligid mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Ang dami daming nangyayari ngayon na sobrang nakakainis na. Puro away. Puro gulo. Pwede bang mag bakasyon muna kahit sandali lang? Ang sakit na kasi sa ulo. Kahit hindi ako yung mismong involve sa mga nangyayari, hindi maiiwasan na hindi ako maapektuhan. Hindi lang ako. Pati yung mga kaklase ko. Problema sa pagitan ng dalawang tao, nagiging problema na rin ng mga hindi naman kasali. Yun yung nakakainis di ba? Yung alam mo na dalawa lang kayo na dapat mag ayos ng problema niyo, tapos biglang may sisingit. Kung ano ano sasabihin eh in the first place, they don’t even know the whole happenings. They don’t even know the other side of the story. And THAT really sucks. They’re judging others based on what THEIR friend/s had told them. Kahit na hindi mo kilala ang isang tao, hindi mo siya pwedeng husgahan dahil HINDI MO NGA SIYA KILALA DI BA? How absurd. Alam ko na hindi dapat ako nagpapaapekto pero ang nakakainis dito are the ff :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;1. The conflict that is happening right now is open EXCLUSIVELY to ONLY and I mean ONLY the members of our class including our teachers. The problem? Madaming sumasali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;2. Hindi alam ng iba yung totoo. So why make “pakialam”?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;3. Oo nagkaka insultuhan nga pero kung may nangyaring ganun, pwede bang hayaan niyo na yung mga may problema lang ang mag usap? Kung kaibigan niyo yung nasaktan, oo naiintindihan ko kayo pero sana di ba. Malaki na yang kaibigan niyo and I THINK na kaya niya nang harapin yung mga problema niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;4. PLEASE LEARN TO ACCEPT YOUR MISTAKES. Ikaw ang gumawa niyan so pangatawanan mo. Every action has its own consequences.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;5. This is not the end of the world. Kung ano man ang nangyayari, isa yang lesson na dapat tandaan hindi lang ng mga taong involved kundi ng lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Yun lang. Nilabas lang ang inis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is MY blog and this is my OPINION. Sa tagalog : Blog ko ito at opinyon ko ito. Wala kang pakialam sa kung ano mang ilalagay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa mga makakabasa nito na bloggers na friends ko din, huwag niyo na lang sabihin na may ganito akong post sa ibang tao dahil gusto ko sana na private toh. Para lang sa atin toh. Hayaan natin na yung mga involved ang mismong mkkpunta dito. Thanks! :)&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/747318792821398024-5183930976063577409?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5183930976063577409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5183930976063577409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5183930976063577409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5183930976063577409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-inis.html' title='Ang Inis.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5486005950724827207</id><published>2007-09-11T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:20:42.344+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Ang Pagiging Possessive.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You are eating your favorite chocolate bar. Minsan ka lang makakain nun and hapit na hapit ka na talaga *sorry for the term*. Biglang may lumapit sayo asking for your favorite chocolate bar. Lagi mo naman siyang pinagbibigyan. Minsan ka lang makakain nito ang paubos na rin. Pwede ka namang bumawi sa susunod di ba? So... ibibigay mo ba or sasabihin mong hindi talaga pwede?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Me?... it depends. If I really really love that chocolate bar you can say bye bye to it because I am NOT going to give it to you. Ok. I admit it. There are times when I am really really possessive. I don't want to share my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;favorite stuffs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; or even my favorite &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with others. I hate it. I know that it's not nice but is there someone who never experienced this kind of attitude? We're human. This is normal. We are not perfect and we are never going to be one. Sasabihin siguro ng iba na hindi maganda yung ganung attitude pero kung iisipin mo, pag may chance ka naman, lagi mong tinutulungan yung iba. You always share. Minsan nga lang, hindi maiiwasan yang mga special cases na katulad niyan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Minsan dumadating ako sa point na kahit mga paborito kong tao, ayokong nashishare. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pag narealize ko naman yung mali ko, bumabawi ako. Hindi naman pwede na iyo lang ang isang tao di ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Kaya kahit na naiinis na ko and everything, I'll just shut my big mouth and forget about everything. Mahirap itago yung feelings natin pero what's the point din naman kung alam na nating mali tayo? I sometimes find it hard to open up to others because there's this thing in me na laging takot. Takot din ako sa iniisip ng tao. Lagi na lang kasi akong najujudge ng basta basta and sino bang may gusto nun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. malas magiging bf ko. lol. kidding. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-5486005950724827207?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5486005950724827207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5486005950724827207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5486005950724827207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5486005950724827207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-pagiging-possessive.html' title='Ang Pagiging Possessive.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-336679955784126130</id><published>2007-09-08T21:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T22:38:31.578+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush/ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t-mind-me'/><title type='text'>Ang Pahinga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Kanina ay nagising ako ng 8 am. Medyo late na ito para sa lakad ko na pang 9:15. Sinabi ko kahapon sa sarili ko na "Ic, you need to wake up around 6 or 7 am tomorrow". Oo nga at nagising ako. Quarter to 6. Pero sabi ko sa sarili ko na napaka aga pa kaya bumalik ako sa aking mga panaginip. Hindi ko na nga maalala mga panaginip ko e. Balik tayo sa kwento ko. Nagising nga ako ng late at nagmamadali na rin ako kumilos dahil ayoko talaga na naleleyt ako. Nahihiya ako at ayoko naman pangatawanan yung sinasabi nila na "Filipino Time". Hindi naman kasi yun magandang ugali. Kaya ayun, nakaabot naman ako kahit papaano at sila pa nga yung nalate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Pumunta kami ng La Salle para samahan ang isa kong kaibigan sa pagpasa ng form. Ang daming tao. May korean, may chinese, may pinoy. Iba iba talaga. Naisip ko tuloy bigla na pag labas ko pala ng mandsci, totoong mundo na yung kaharap ko. Iba na yung mga mangyayari. Umpisa na ng mga pagbabago. Ang tanong. Ready na kaya ako? Siguro naman ay oo. Kaya ng aako nagaaral diba? Para maging handa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ayun, pagkatapos pumunta ng La Salle (tamang tiyamba lang kami papunta dun), ay pumunta kami ng Greenhills para makapamili. May nabili na ang lahat ng kasama ko pero wala pa rin akong nabibili. Tinawag nga nila akong Queen of Cheapness dahil sa pagiging "kuripot" ko daw. Pag gusto ko kasi yung bagay at mahal, binibitiwan ko na. Pag kaya ko naman bilhin, ppilitn ko ng ibaba yung presyo hanggang sa maging mura na siya. Ewan ko ba pero ganun ako. Sa tingin ko eh mas mabuti naman yun kaysa sa gastos ako ng gastos na parang nagtatapon lang ako ng pera. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Ang saya ko ngayon. I'll give the details later. lol.&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/747318792821398024-336679955784126130?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/336679955784126130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=336679955784126130&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/336679955784126130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/336679955784126130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/ang-pahinga.html' title='Ang Pahinga.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1491098241771799301</id><published>2007-09-07T22:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:25:07.970+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something ng mga bloggers'/><title type='text'>tag tag tag</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;I was tagged by RC.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;What I should do is post 8 random facts about myself and then tag 8 other people to do the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;1. Dasal ako ng dasal na sana makapasa ko sa entrance exam ko sa mga universities na pinag testan ko. I want the scholarship! Gusto kong iprove sa sarili ko na kaya ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;2. Kung binabasa mo ang mga post ko ay mapapansin mo na sobrang lungkot ko ngayon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;3. Books are my best friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;4. Isa akong taong hindi makontrol ang sarili ko pag alam kong may dapat akong sabihin lalo na kung totoo iyon. Kahit gaano kasakit ay sasabihin ko yun dahil totoo e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;5. Tulad ni Rc, mababaw din ang luha ko. SOBRA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;6. Kahit sandali, gusto ko makapag aral sa abroad. Gusto ko maging independent dun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;7. Pag naghuhulaan ng isang bagay, hinahayaan ko na isipin ng iba na hindi ko gets kahit na alam ko na yung sagot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;8. Strong at nakakatakot daw ang dating ko sa mga lalake. Kaya naman bilib ako at natutuwa ako sa taong kaya akong lapitan ng MAAYOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Tinatag ko si anne, joyse, kim, otep, fave, ate jam, lau, at venus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-1491098241771799301?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1491098241771799301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1491098241771799301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1491098241771799301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1491098241771799301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/tag-tag-tag.html' title='tag tag tag'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1036207839885033870</id><published>2007-09-07T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:14:37.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t-mind-me'/><title type='text'>kalungkutan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;Nag usap kami kanina ng isa sa pinaka mabuti at masasabi ko na pinaka mapapagkatiwalaan ko na yatang tao sa buong mundo (bakit may yata?). Napag usapan namin yung mga nangyayari sa amin. Mga problema ko, problema niya, mga sama ng loob sa iba at kung ano ano pa. Ang tagal pala naming hindi nakapag usap ng ganun kalalim. Grabe. Madrama siguro para sa iba pero mahalaga para sa akin. Hindi ko naman kasi nalalabas yung problema ko. Laging nakatago. Natatakot kasi ko magtiwala. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;            Laging nakikita ng iba na ako yung nakakatakot. Iba daw kasi yung mata ko. May “something” daw dito na kinakatakot ng karamihan. Pag tumitingin ako sa salamin, hindi ko yun makita. Isang napakaka lungkot na mata lang ang nakikita ko na nakatingin sa akin. Sabi ng iba kong kaibigan dahil lang daw siguro sa kulay ng contact lense ko yun, tumatawa ko pag sinasabi nila yun pero sa loob loob ko alam kong malungkot lang talaga ko. Hanggang ngayon ganun pa rin yung pakiramdam ko. Ewan ko. Hindi talaga ko masaya. Nakakainis. Napakalungkot ko at hindi ko alam kung paano ko sasaya. Ngayon ko lang toh naramdaman e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;            Naiinis ako sa sarili ko dahil ganito ako ngayon. Lagi na lang malungkot yung nakasulat sa blog ko. Sana pagpasensyahan niyo. Pag nasa school lagi akong mukhang masaya. Tawa ng tawa. Nakangiti lagi. Pero ngayon alam na siguro ng iba. Yung mga taong takot sa akin, magiiba siguro yung pananaw pag nabasa toh. &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/747318792821398024-1036207839885033870?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1036207839885033870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1036207839885033870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1036207839885033870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1036207839885033870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/09/kalungkutan.html' title='kalungkutan.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6663501707354747302</id><published>2007-08-17T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T15:25:03.169+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='errr'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t-mind-me'/><title type='text'>Loneliness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;The feeling of loneliness…&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that you are being left out…&lt;br /&gt;The feeling that you are nothing and there is nobody who cares…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I HATE THAT FEELING. &lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam naman siguro ng lahat na puro kami babae sa grupo namin. Siyempre pag ganun hindi naiiwasan ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;comparison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Sa totoo lang ayoko na nacocompare sa iba dahil &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;hindi naman ako sila at hindi sila ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Pero siyempre, kahit isarado ko ang sarili ko sa mga comparisons, naaapektuhan rin ako. Siguro iniisip ng iba na napaka &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;insecure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ko naman, kaso alam ko sa sarili ko na hindi ako ganun kabilis mainsecure. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Kuntento ako sa kung anong meron ako at sa kung ano ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; pero minsan di maiiwasan na maaapektuhan din ng mga nasa paligid natin yung sarili nating paniniwala. Dumadating ako minsan sa point na iniisip ko na siguro ako na yung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;pinaka PANGET at pinaka USELESS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sa aming magkakaibigan. Ewan ko ba. Ganun lang talaga yung pakiramdam ko. Kung nasa kalagayan kita at kaibigan mo ang isang grupo ng magaganda, talented at matatalino na babae, hindi mo maiiwasan na maging katulad ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang, kahit na napakadami kong kaibigan at kahit lagi niyo kong nakikita na madaming kasama, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi ako ganun kasaya&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Sa totoo lang, malungkot ako. Kailan ko lang tinanggap toh. Kasi kung pwede talaga pinipilit ko na makibagay sa lahat. Kaso hindi eh. Pag sama sama kaming magkakaibigan, nagkakaroon ng grupo grupo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hiwalay sila ganyan kila ganito. Hiwalay ng lakad sila ganyan kila ganito. Hiwalang ng topic sila ganyan kila ganito. Yung mga super close magsasama sama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Pagkatapos nun, maiiwan ako sa gitna. Hindi ko alam kung saan ako sasama. Hindi ko alam kung sinong lalapitan. Siguro nga ako lang yung may problema. Bakit naman silang lahat maayos? Oo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ako nga lang yung may problema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam minsan kung saan ko ilulugar yung sarili ko. Yung inaasahan kong mga tao na susuportahan ako in case na bumigay na ko eh mukhang nawala na rin. Ayoko naman na pinapamukha yung ginawa ko dating magagandang bagay sa iba kaya hindi talaga ko lumalapit sa iba pag sobrang bigat ng problema ko. Nag eexpect siguro ako masyado na mafifeel nila na may problema ako. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;MALI nanaman ako e. Hindi pala dapat nageexpect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan lang ako magpost ng ganito. Di ko kasi matiis. Pag may problema ako di ko alam kung saan pupunta. Pag masaya ako hindi ko alam kung kanino lalapit. Pag kailangan ko ng advice parang walang gustong tumulong. Siguro nga malungkot lang akong tao…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaya nga s blog n lang ako nag gaganito. Baka may umintindi pa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-6663501707354747302?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6663501707354747302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6663501707354747302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6663501707354747302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6663501707354747302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/08/loneliness.html' title='Loneliness.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6751940747433310985</id><published>2007-08-15T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T23:39:52.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>The Flood.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Gaahhhhdddd.... Tumodo ung typhoon kanina. Sa 4 years ko ng pag aaral sa Mandsci masasabi ko talaga na first time ko na makita na &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lubog yung court&lt;/span&gt;. Todo talaga e. Nagwa-wonder lang ako kung bakit enjoy na enjoy yung mga estudyante sa kabilang school *Hulo Elementary na matatagpuan sa tapat ng Mandsci* &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa pag langoy at pagtatampisaw sa baha.&lt;/span&gt; Una, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;MADUMI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; yun at pangalawa, hindi siya &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;SWIMMING POOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at lalong hindi doon nagheheld ng isang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;SWIMMING PARTY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Classes were suspended around 9 am but I got home around 2. Ang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HIRAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; umuwi. First reason was malakas talaga yung ulan. Mga 11:30 tumigil siya and medyo lumiwanag so everyone got the chance na to go home and I was among those people na hapit na talaga umuwi dahil sino ba namang gustong mag stay sa school na mainit, baha ang quad at walang kuryente? Minsan lang yata ang opportunity para makatulog dahil aminin natin, masarap matulog pag umuulan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Second reason was baha sa mga dadaanan. Nung umuulan pa, lumapit sakin yung mga kakilala ko and yung ibang kalapit bahay ko lang. Sinabihan ako na &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;hanggang waist na daw ung baha sa Kalentong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *yung dadaanan ko pauwi*. Siyempre namroblema na ko dahil wla na talagang susundo sakin. Nagalala na din ako sa kapatid ko dahil taga DBS Manila siya at Kalentong din ang main road nia. Buti sana kung naka service siya kaso gusto niya kasi na magcommute na lang. So ayun, nakaisip na ko ng way kung paano ko uuwi ang problema naman, baha na din daw sa Boni na dadaanan ko din at sa Mandaluyong Municipal Hall na dapat kong alternative na dadaanan. So naiinis na ko pero no choice talaga kundi maghintay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Third reason. Wala ng ulan. Medyo ok na daw yung baha dahil bumababa na pero &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;WALANG MASAKYAN!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We even went to the nearest mcdo branch para sana kumain pero sobrang puno niya na. Naisipan din naming mag abang dun ng sasakyan pero WALA talaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Luckily, napadaan yung daddy ni Jhemmy and hinatid niya kami hanggang sa mga pinaka malapit na sakayan. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ayun ayos, sabi ko sa sarili ko. Siguro mababa na yung baha sa Kalentong, sa wakas makakauwi na ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Pero mali ako e. Oo di mataas yung baha pero BAHA pa rin. Para kong nakikipag patintero sa daanan. Baha sa left side, tatawid sa right. Baha sa right tawid sa left. Baha sa pareho pupunta sa pinaka may mababaw na baha at may nakahandang kahoy dun na tatawiran mo. Gosh talaga. Pagtawid ko naman para makapunta na ko sa sakayan. Baha din yung daanan. Nakakainis. Kailangan mong dumaan sa pinakagilid na daan na tipong isang file lang dapat kayo na dadaan. Nakakaasar pero ayos na rin. Di naman ako masyado nabasa. After nun, natapos na din ang adventure ko. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Ang nakakatawa lang dun e tipong haggard ka na at lahat sa pagtawid at pagiwas sa baha, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;biglang may lalapit sayo para magtanong ng pangalan mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Nakkainis sila kaya naglakad na lang ako palayo. Wala akong oras sa kanila dahil mas mabuti pang matulog kesa makipag usap sa mga katulad nila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Ayun. Sige. Pahinga tayo! La psok bukas!  haha.&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/747318792821398024-6751940747433310985?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6751940747433310985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6751940747433310985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6751940747433310985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6751940747433310985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/08/flood.html' title='The Flood.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-8292762013342846447</id><published>2007-08-10T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T22:48:15.040+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Stuffs'/><title type='text'>New layout, Entry about defeat.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I just changed my layout and if you will notice it is not one those typical layout that I always prefer to use. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I just had a long talk with my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;best bud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and we got into this heated argument about being just.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;I got a little pissed off because of his way of showing that he is right and almost everybody, including him, knows that I am a determined arguer. Winning is what I want. But because he is better than me there is nothing that I can do but be sarcastic. Don't you hate it when you lose and you don't have any choice but to accept it? Don't get me wrong. I&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; accept my defeats but sometimes I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; find it hard to move on. Know the idiomatic expression &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;"crying over a glass of spilled milk"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Well, that is one of my worst attitude. I always tell myself that if I did this or did that I won't be in this situation right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Pero wala namang tayong choice kundi tanggapin yun di ba. Alam mo ba yung destiny? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What is meant to be is meant to be. *tama ba?*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&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/747318792821398024-8292762013342846447?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8292762013342846447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=8292762013342846447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/8292762013342846447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/8292762013342846447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-layout-entry-about-defeat.html' title='New layout, Entry about defeat.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-327910025681661937</id><published>2007-08-09T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T22:43:46.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>having fun during a storm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Periodical test is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Two consecutive storms hit our country so school was out and the test was moved. *hooray*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Two days of doing stuffs that we can't do when we have classes. Sleeping... watching tv... reading books.. listening to this mushy songs *while raining!* thinking of dramatic things that occured in our life. Tell me you don't do such things. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We-ell. School is back tomorrow and I didn't even skim a page in my book. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I even went out with some friends today. We ate and just chilled out. There's this group of *pacute* guys and ugghh, ang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEELING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I really hate those type of guys. They feel like they own the world. They even had the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;GUTS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;to approach us and ask for our digits. Gosh. haha. We just ignored them and continued with our own agendas. Haha to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;There's this two separate group of senior citizens and they were conversing in CHINESE. Gosh. Nosebleed. We're like in a different world out there. But it was funny because the first group was composed of male and the other was of female. Is that a group date or what? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;*Naalala ko tuloy si jigglypuff. Nakipag date kaya yun dati?*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;What else... Yun lang yata nagawa kong maayos. I really just slept, ate, rest, went online, chat, bla bla bla. Test bukas. Di ako nag aral. Sabi nga naman ni Sir Anatalio nung 1st day of test at nagka cram kami sa pag aaral --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Aral aral pa kayo jan. Kung bagsak bagsak. Yun na yun!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ayos. yun yun e. go sir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-327910025681661937?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/327910025681661937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=327910025681661937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/327910025681661937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/327910025681661937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/08/having-fun-during-storm.html' title='having fun during a storm.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5390493519927668872</id><published>2007-08-04T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T14:50:40.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>UPCAT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Woke up around 4 am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Ate heavy breakfast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Took a looonnnggg bath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Dressed for a couple of minutes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Waited for my dad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;then ZOOM we're off to u.p. diliman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Honestly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;mahirap yung test.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;siguro kung english and filipino lang yung titignan, may malaking chance na papasa ko. Kaso kailangan yung Math and Science.. and dun ako hirap.. kainis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;Waaa.. goodbye up...&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/747318792821398024-5390493519927668872?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5390493519927668872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5390493519927668872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5390493519927668872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5390493519927668872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/08/upcat.html' title='UPCAT.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4608836216965957924</id><published>2007-08-01T02:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T02:43:02.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t-mind-me'/><title type='text'>TIRED!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;v.v. exhausted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;upcat review, ncae review, requirements needed before the periodical exam, THE PERIODICAL EXAM,  the UPCAT, our mapeh program *which is to be held today.* and the other bla blas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;guess what. it's already 2:30 am and i am up, alive, kicking, online, blogging and completing some unfinished work. I slept for 4 hours then woke up at 2. i don't have any plans to sleep na so here i am. i'll just wait for quarter to 5, eat a heavy breakfast *it's necessary today*, take a bath, dress then go to school. let's all start an uber busy day with a bang. haha. i don't even know how i can manage to go to school today because i have TONS of things to bring. From the usual bag and file case to shades and high heels. Come on people. This is CRAMMING to the nth level. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;BTW it's august 1 na pala. Time really flies noh?. We-ell. Kim will be leaving  the Philippines on Friday and she will be saying her hi's on Buenos Aires, Argentina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Well... just take care you guys. cramming is here. we can do this. haha.&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/747318792821398024-4608836216965957924?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4608836216965957924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4608836216965957924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4608836216965957924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4608836216965957924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/08/tired.html' title='TIRED!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-3607895950389849021</id><published>2007-07-21T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T18:10:53.878+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trash'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Full House</title><content type='html'>Medyo weird na post toh.&lt;br /&gt;Alam nio ba na ang full house ang isa sa pinaka importante at pinaka paborito kong koreanovela?&lt;br /&gt;haha. korni pero totoo.&lt;br /&gt;natutuwa ako masyado nun.&lt;br /&gt;nung palabas kasi yun masyadong maraming nangyayari sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;iba iba.&lt;br /&gt;May malungkot. Masaya. Nakakakilig. at kung ano ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;lagi pa ngang tugtog dito samin yung fallin eh.&lt;br /&gt;kung iisipin napaka babaw ko pala dati.&lt;br /&gt;pero sa totoo lang, di naman mababaw.&lt;br /&gt;May deeper meaning lang sakin yung mga bagay na wala lang sa iba.&lt;br /&gt;Di naman kasi nila alam yung totoo.&lt;br /&gt;Hala. Nakakarelate pa ba kayo.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na noh.&lt;br /&gt;Ako lang nakakaintindi eh.&lt;br /&gt;May ipopost kasi ako na mahaba kaso tinatamad pa ko ituloy kaya mamaia na lang. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;paalam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-3607895950389849021?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3607895950389849021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=3607895950389849021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3607895950389849021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3607895950389849021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/07/full-house.html' title='Full House'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4174714348234696797</id><published>2007-07-11T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T21:26:11.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pardon me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>ish is back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tagalog muna tayo mga kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;Ang tagal ko ding di nag update.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon lang kasi talaga ko nagkaroon ng oras.&lt;br /&gt;Bukod kasi sa investigatory project, reports, homeworks, quizzes at kung ano ano pa, talagang may C.A.T. pa kami kaya di ko lubos maisip kung paano ko masisingit ang paguupdate sa aking mumunting blog. Dahil dito ay nakaisip ako ng dalawang solusyon. Una ay maguupdate ako kahit papaano. Kahit maiikli lang. Kahit one liner lang basta maparamdam ko sa inyo na buhay at humihinga pa ako. Pangalawa naman ay bisitahin niyo na lang ako sa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/shengsheng"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt;http://twitter.com/shengsheng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc6600;"&gt; Yan ay isang website na umiikot lamang sa isang tanong na dapat mong sagutin. “What are you doing right now?” ayun. Nakaadik siya. Subukan niyo rin. Iadd niyo na rin ako. Kung gusto niyo malaman kung ano ang pinagkakaabalahan ako, bisitahin niyo lamang iyan.&lt;br /&gt;Mula Lunes hanggang Sabado ay nasa school ako. Nakakapagod. Sobra. Pero ayos lang. Tiis tiis lang naman e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aminado talaga ko ngayon na napapagod ako pero sa tingin ko dapat ko pa tong ienjoy dahil siyempre huling hirit ko na toh sa mandsci. Grabe talaga. July pa lang pero parang ilang buwan na kaming pumapasok. Hindi naman sa nagrereklamo ako. Nakakbigla lang talaga. Ewan ko ba. Di na ko nasanay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May form kami sa C.A.T. kada Tuesday at Thursday. Grabe noh. Nakakapagod yan. Pero sino ba naman ako para magreklamo. At kung magrereklamo naman ako, ano namang epekto nun di ba. Isa lamang akong simpleng kadete na kailangan sumunod sa mga utos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inaantok na talaga ko. Hindi ko na matiis. Unti unti nang pumipikit ang mga mata ko. Magtatanggal pa pala ko ng contacts. Haayyy. *yawn*&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/747318792821398024-4174714348234696797?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4174714348234696797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4174714348234696797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4174714348234696797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4174714348234696797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/07/ish-is-back.html' title='ish is back!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4422253067192596779</id><published>2007-06-25T18:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T19:27:01.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quessies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Soulmate ko.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Soulmate..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Definitions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Soul lovers - someone you love, and would do anything for, and someone who loves you, and would do anything for you. And in that love, nothing is required for either person, because everything is already given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Soul sister/brother - someone belonging in the same soul group as you and therefore having an unusually strong bond and likeness to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Twin soulmates – Very close friends with whom one has strong bonds. Twin Flames often enclose their initials for the public to see. It gives them a sense of harmony with on another and seals their eternal bond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Twin flame soulmate – A popular romantic belief that there is only one true soulmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Scientific soulmate – (If) a relationship can be quantified, and scored according to an internal happiness scale. A scientific soulmate is the person with whom you are the absolute happiest. You would therefore be less happy with any other person in existence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Balance partners and messengers – The people you meet along the way who help you create balance in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Ano ba kasi ang soulmate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Does it exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Do we all have our own soulmate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How do we find them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;How will we know that they are the one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So many questions. Not a speck of answer to be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tinanong ako kanina ng mga kaklase ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sino ba soulmate mo?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Siyempre nag isip ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;sino nga ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bestfriend ko ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Buong MB ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sino Sino Sino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Kung ibabase ko sa statement and definition sa itaas ang paghanap ko ng soulmate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hmmm. naguluhan ako bigla. hindi naman kasi porke soulmate kau eh kayo na yung magkakatuluyan. Pwedeng isa siyang tao na kasundong kasundo mo. Yung tipong kaya niyong basahin yung takbo ng isa't isa. Kaya niyong tapusin yung sinasabi ng isa't isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Naisip ko tuloy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Siya nga kaya yung soulmate ko.?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-4422253067192596779?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4422253067192596779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4422253067192596779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4422253067192596779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4422253067192596779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/06/soulmate-ko.html' title='Soulmate ko.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-9183980077128326849</id><published>2007-06-24T10:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T10:57:48.734+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushiness'/><title type='text'>Only Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;It's a cold February night. People are bustling through the streets, either pulling up their coat collars or wrapping scarves around their necks, trying to stay warm.&lt;br /&gt;It's so cold today.I'm standing at my window, looking at the people moving like little dots. Standing in a heated room, I'm beginning to pity those people. Why don't they go home? Do they plan on wandering until morning?&lt;br /&gt;"Almost time to go home! My boyfriend must be going crazy." One of the nurses breathe a sign of relief. "Still needs to work overtime on Valentine's Day. It's so unfair!"&lt;br /&gt;"You are fortunate." Another nurse says. "Some people don't have anyone waiting for them."&lt;br /&gt;"You mean Dr. Shu?"Like Sherlock Holmes, my ears perk up when I hear my name."Do you remember how she lost control on this day last year?""Of course I do." A nurse shudders. "I've never seen Dr. Shu like that. Crying and yelling, like she was crazy."They are talking about how I was last year. They are correct. I was out of control, like they said."You can't blame Dr. Shu. If my boyfriend died in front of my eyes, I would probably go crazy as well.""Keep it down. She hasn't left work yet. She might hear you." The two nurses are too late. I heard the entire conversation through the canvas wall."Dr. Shu, what are you doing standing here?"&lt;br /&gt;Just as I was deciding whether or not to reveal myself, another nurse exposed me. I awkwardly step out. The 2 nurses who discussed me start to blush. Their faces became redder than the bow on Valentine's Day chocolates.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm waiting to go home." I pretend that I didn't hear anything."Dr. Shu, you must have gotten too involved in your work. It's already past time to go home. See you tomorrow. Happy Valentine's Day!" She waves goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Valentine's Day." I wave back and watch the 2 nurses hurry away.&lt;br /&gt;That's fine. I was ready to go home anyway. Even though no lover is waitingfor me, at least there's a lazy cat waiting for me to feed.&lt;br /&gt;After I come home, the first thing I do is feed the cat. I forgot when I first had the cat. Probably since last year's Valentine's Day. At that time, I was like an abandoned cat, with eyes filled with despair. Cats don't cry, I do. That's the only difference.&lt;br /&gt;"Better drink all the milk or I'll skin you." I threatened the cat. Her name is Christine, my least favorite English name. I don't know why I named the cat Christine. Christine meowed once to let me know she heard me, but her eyes are complaining about my severity. Her eyes remind me of someone I used to know, standing in front of me with eyes of rebellions.&lt;br /&gt;An year ago today, I had lunch with my boyfriend and took the opportunity to complain to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Today is Valentine's Day. Why didn't you give me any flowers?"&lt;br /&gt;He raised his eyebrow. "Why should I give you flowers? You are not my anyone."&lt;br /&gt;"Then... you should at least give me a card!" I pouted my lips, hurt by his tone.&lt;br /&gt;"I know, I know. After lunch, I'll send you an e-card."&lt;br /&gt;E-card. That sounds so impersonal, but that's the way he is. "You have to e-mail it to me. I'll be waiting." I excitedly smiled and planned to sneak home after lunch to check e-mail. Even though he wouldn't use any romantic words, I still looked forward to the card.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't stand you women. Why do you make such a big deal out of Valentine's Day??" He grumbled while eating his food. His comment induced me to fight with him again.&lt;br /&gt;"You are not romantic at all!! Don't you watch any Japanese drama?"&lt;br /&gt;"Japanese drama? I only watch Discovery Channel."&lt;br /&gt;"Your life is so boring." I made a face at him. "One recent drama was really good. You should have watched it."&lt;br /&gt;"What's that drama called?" He didn't believe in the love portrayed in TV and movies. He always thought they were lies.&lt;br /&gt;"It's called 'Story of A Century'." I gladly answered.&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of trashy plot did it have?"&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean trash?? Show some respect!" I was so angry. "That drama was very touching, and the theme song was beautiful as well. It's called 'Only Love', performed by Nana Mouskouri." I wonder if he knew who Nana was.&lt;br /&gt;"Nana, I know her. A Greek singer with really expensive albums."&lt;br /&gt;"Her voice is worth it." Even though I secretly agreed with him, I couldn't bring myself to admit it.&lt;br /&gt;"Whatever." He glanced at his watch. "I'll give you 5 minutes to tell me the plot. After that, I'm leaving."&lt;br /&gt;I tried hard to explain 6 hours worth of story in just 5 minutes. The drama portrayed the love stories of 3 generations of women spanning 100 years, from 1901 to 2000. Each generation was portrayed by the same actress. The story was tear-jerking.&lt;br /&gt;"What's so touching about it?" He asked, after listening to the story.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't you think each generation's story is wonderful? If I have such great screen writing ability, I wouldn't be a doctor anymore. I would become a screenwriter."&lt;br /&gt;"If you become a screenwriter, I bet no one would watch the show. The TV station can go out of business." He quickly interjected.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going back to work. Hurry and send me the card!" I was so mad that I went home immediately, not even finishing my coffee.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I walked in my door, I turned on my computer and go online.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Staring at the empty in-box, I began to reminisce about how we met. Maybe no one will believe me, but my boyfriend and I were actually neighbors. Our homes were only 1 wall away. Ever since we were kids, we liked to fight with each other all day long. I still remember when I moved to the country that year. Used to the city life, I couldn't get used to the simple life in the country. After school, I would just go home and do nothing. Whenever that happened, he would always come over to tease me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;"Why are you staring off into space??" He loved to pull on my hair. "You're so ugly when you're doing nothing. But you're also not pretty when you smile." In other words, I'm really ugly.&lt;br /&gt;"You're the one who's ugly!" I pull back my hair. "If you think I'm so ugly, why do you visit me??"&lt;br /&gt;"Can't help it. My home is right next to your home." He argued.&lt;br /&gt;"Then I'll move!" The next day, I drew a line in the ground using some white chalk. A line that I forbid him to cross.&lt;br /&gt;That year, we were both in the 5th grade. We couldn't stand each other and hoped the other would move away. But 5 years passed, and neither of us moved. Not only that, we got into the same high school and into the same class.&lt;br /&gt;"You're that infamous couple." All the students and teachers in the school would say whenever they saw us.&lt;br /&gt;"We're not!" I always tried to explain. "We're only neighbors." At that time, I hated my parents for making us live next to him."My standard is not that low." He would say. "Who wants her to be a girlfriend?? It's not like I don't have eyes."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I know your eyes are on top of your head." I really disliked him. "Better than having eyes on the bottom of my head like you." He implied that I couldn't judge guys. At that time, I had a crush on a senior.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think that his sarcasm had a hidden meaning. After a while, I found out that the senior student had lots of girlfriends. When I cried about it, he silently passed me a handkerchief and awkwardly held me in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;"I told you he wasn't any good." He roughly comforted me. I cried in his arms the whole night, and began to see him in a different way. Things began to change between us. We still fought all the time, but he started to look at me differently. And I blushed and my heart beat faster when he was near. We both knew: we fell in love with each other.&lt;br /&gt;Even with this knowledge, neither of us said anything. Even though we wouldnot be able to resist and kissed each other constantly. Even though we cared about each other's every moves. Both of us refused to admit our love.&lt;br /&gt;Time flew by quickly, and it was time to face separation. I chose to study medicine, and he chose physics. Yet we still couldn't separate from each other. Our parents worried that we didn't know anyone in Taipei, so they forced us to live in the same apartment building. Once again, we became neighbors. We still fought, but sometimes we fought into the bedroom. Alright, we became lovers, but we still wouldn't say we loved each other. We didn't even spend Valentine's Day together until he saw me share dinner with a man one Valentine's Day. That night, he waited for me in front of my door and said that he would take me out to dinner on Valentine's Day from then on. I have to say that he was very arrogant. But I nodded and accepted his request. Since then, we spent every Valentine's Day together. After graduation, I became an intern. He started a small computer company with some friends and became a programmer. We were busy with our own lives and had no time for a relationship. Three years later, I became a doctor, and his business began to boom. We separately moved to biggerapartments and stopped being neighbors. On the surface, we left each other. In reality, we were still together. We spent every Valentine's Day together but each year became more dreary than the next because he never told me he loved me even with all my hints.&lt;br /&gt;Facing the empty in-box, I suddenly grew very angry. He wouldn't say it and wouldn't send me a card. What did he mean? Who did he think I was? I called his cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello." He picked up the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"I didn't receive the card." I immediately showed my displeasure.&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't receive it?" He seemed really busy. "But I sent it."&lt;br /&gt;He was really busy but I didn't care. "I didn't receive it. Send it again."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, I'll send you 100 times. Is that good enough??" He said with impatience. His tone further infuriated me. Is that how lovers speak to each other?&lt;br /&gt;"Don't bother sending it to me. And you don't have to pick me up tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I'll eat dinner by myself."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't be childish, ok? I'm really busy."&lt;br /&gt;"I AM childish!" I hung up the phone and tears rolled down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;Childish?? Why didn't he consider the situation? We've gone out for so many years and spent countless Valentine's Day together. I never received any flowers nor cards from him. Now, I just want a little e-card. Is that too much to ask for??&lt;br /&gt;I unplugged the phone from the wall and turned off my cell phone. I didn't want to hear his explanations. After I returned to the hospital, I instructed the receptionist not to forward me any phone calls. I wanted to concentrate on work.&lt;br /&gt;Because there were so many emergencies today, I was sweating 1 hour later and forgot about our argument.&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, please take a look at that patient."&lt;br /&gt;As I was collecting my equipment, the shrill sound of an ambulance sounded outside the ER. When I stepped out the door, the emergency medics hurriedly wheeled in a gurney.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened to him?" I asked the 1st medic. Everyone else were trying to help put the patient on the gurney. He was covered with blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;"Car accident." The medic replied. "Very serious. He may die."&lt;br /&gt;I nodded and ran to the operating room with them. When I arrived, the nurses told me that the man had already stopped breathing and also his heartbeat also stopped&lt;br /&gt;"Prepare for shock." I calmly instructed the nurses. Saving people is our duty. We can't lose our calm.&lt;br /&gt;But when I saw who laid on the operating table, I lost my calm. That person was my boyfriend!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;"No..." I stood in shock. "NO!!!" I grabbed the paddles and continuously shocked his body. His body bounced up and down from the shocks. The scared nurses went to find another doctor, to tell him that I was crazy.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know if I was crazy or not. I just wanted to save my lover. Even though we fought all the time. Even though he never showed me his love. I still wanted to save him. He still owed me a card. He couldn't die! I threw away the paddles and began to press on his heart. I pressed with all my strength, hoping it would revive him, but he didn't wake up. He didn't even say "It hurts". He just laid there with his eyes closed, punishing me with his silence.&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Jian angrily pushed me away. By that time, I couldn't see clearly anymore. I cried. I wailed. I bowled until no sounds could come out of my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;"It's too late, Dr. Shu. He's already dead. I'm sorry." Dr. Jian patted me on the shoulder. They knew each other and ate together once. I introduced them.&lt;br /&gt;"He can't die." I shook my head. "He can't die!!" I struggled to run to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Dr. Shu, control yourself!" Dr. Jian slapped me. "I understand what you're going through, but you're a doctor."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm a doctor, but I'm also a regular person. How can Dr. Jian understand how I feel? I've loved him for so many years that it's become a habit. How can I just throw away a habit? Besides, he still owed me a card. "I want him to live! I want him to live!" I ran to him again and tried to knock the life back into his body.&lt;br /&gt;"Take her away!" That day, I lost my control and my professionalism.&lt;br /&gt;And that day happened to be Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I asked his co-workers why he left work early that day.&lt;br /&gt;They told me that after I hung up the phone, he tried to call me several times but couldn't reach me. Worried, he drove to the hospital to find me and got hit by a large truck on the way.&lt;br /&gt;When I heard this, I froze. My tantrum killed him. Just because of an unmailed card, he died. After that, I lost my privilege to be childish.&lt;br /&gt;Like an abandoned cat, I couldn't even cry anymore. After his death, I couldn't cry anymore, regardless of how touching the plot or how tear-jerking the dialogue. They didn't affect me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm only left with a cat and a seldomly used computer. Stepping over the cat, I turned on the computer. Even though I know no one will send me a mail, I still hoped that someone will remember me on this day.&lt;br /&gt;Meow, meow. I looked at Christine to see what's wrong. She finished her milk. I went into the kitchen to get her more milk then came back to look at the computer screen.&lt;br /&gt;I have.... 100 emails! Who would be bored enough to send me 100 junk mail?&lt;br /&gt;I was just about to delete them all when I received another mail, and this one said: "Because of system error, we could not send these until today.&lt;br /&gt;We apologize for the delay." The sender was my ISP.&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the 1st mail. It showed the send date is last year's Valentine's Day. My heart began to beat fast. Could he have sent these?&lt;br /&gt;With a trembling hand, I opened the mail. The first thing that popped up was a gorgeous red rose set against green leaves. Then a beautiful melody began to play.... "Only Love". I couldn't believe it. The rose was so beautiful and the music was so dreamy. I almost thought I was in a fantasy. Most touching of all were the words underneath the rose, because the words read like a beautiful poem.&lt;br /&gt;"Hwei."&lt;br /&gt;That's my name.&lt;br /&gt;"Knowing you so many years, I've never sent you any flowers. Today I send you a rose."&lt;br /&gt;I received it and it's so beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;"You know we are always fighting. We can never really open our hearts and tell each other how we feel."&lt;br /&gt;Yes, but it's all your fault for being so distant.&lt;br /&gt;"I know I always make you mad by the things I say."&lt;br /&gt;Good that you're admitting it.&lt;br /&gt;"But today I want to say to you: I'm sorry, and I love you."&lt;br /&gt;I waited so many years for those words.&lt;br /&gt;"And I want to tell you a good news. I finally saved enough money."&lt;br /&gt;You already have enough money. Why did you need so much?&lt;br /&gt;"So Hwei, let's get married!! I was afraid to propose to you, because I didn't trust in my ability to give you the good life you deserve. But now I've saved enough money so we don't have to wait anymore."&lt;br /&gt;Who wanted you to wait? I'm already yours."Today, I use this card to propose to you. Will you marry me, Hwei? Will you?"&lt;br /&gt;That's the content of the whole card. Like a fool, I kept reading his words and talking to him. It's like I can hear his voice and see him again.&lt;br /&gt;As if it's back to 1 year ago with us constantly fighting.&lt;br /&gt;The song played over and over. Repeating Nana's heartbreaking voice.&lt;br /&gt;Only love can make a memory. Only love can make a moment last. You were there and all the world was young and all it's songs unsung. and I remember you then when love was all, all you were living for,and how you gave that love to me...."&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics of this song fits our love so closely. When he was alive, my world was so young. Every day, I could find a something different to fight with him about. But after he left, my life is only left with memories and coldness that will never go away.&lt;br /&gt;"Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;When I read these words, my tears unconsciously came, wetting the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;Will I? If he's in front of me, I will definitely kick him and call him a big fool. If I wasn't willing, I wouldn't have waited until today.&lt;br /&gt;So I moved the cursor over the "Reply" box, and typed the response that I've already prepared for so many years - "I will."&lt;br /&gt;I will - be by his side for the rest of my life. I will - fight with him forever. That is how I answered him, but the only response I got was the repeating song "Only Love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I replied 100 times, and "Only Love" played 100 times. In this cold Valentine's night, the line that's been broken for 1 year finally got reconnected.&lt;br /&gt;I answered you. What about you?&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/747318792821398024-9183980077128326849?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/9183980077128326849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=9183980077128326849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/9183980077128326849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/9183980077128326849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/06/only-love.html' title='Only Love.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-790526966350806606</id><published>2007-06-23T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:57:53.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tree, Leaf and Wind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Tree&lt;br /&gt;=== &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The reason I'm called tree is because I'm good at painting trees. Overtime I start to use a tree on the right hand corner as a trademark for all my watercolors painting. I have dated 5 gals when I was in Pre-U. There's one gal who I love a lot but never dare go after her. She doesn't have a pretty face, doesn't have a good figure, doesn't have outstanding charm. She is just a very ordinary gal.&lt;br /&gt;I like her. I really like her. Like her innocent, like her frankness. Like her cuteness, like her intelligence and her fragility. Reason for not going after her is because I felt somebody so ordinary like her is not a good match for me. I'm also afraid that after we are together all the good feelings will vanish. I'm also afraid other's gossips will hurt her. I felt that if she's my gal, she will be mine ultimately &amp; I don't have to give up everything just for her. The last reason, made her accompany me for 3 years. She watch me chase after gals, and I have make her heart cry for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;She wants to be a good actress and I'm a very demanding director. When I kissed my 2nd girlfriend, she bumped into us. She was embarrassed but smile &amp;amp; say "Go on!" before running off. The next day, her eyes was swollen like a walnut. I purposely didn't want to think about what causes her to cry but laugh at her the whole day. When everybody go back home, she was alone crying in the classroom. She didn't know that I returned from soccer training to get something. I watch her cry for an hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;My 4th girlfriend didn't like her. There was once when both of them quarreled. I know that based on her character she's not the type that will start off the quarrel. But I still sided with my girlfriend. I shouted at her and her eyes was filled shocked. I didn't care about her feelings and walked off with my girlfriend. The next day, she still laugh &amp; joke with me like nothing has ever happened. I know that she's very hurt but she didn't know that my heart ache is as bad as hers.&lt;br /&gt;When I broke up with my 5th girlfriend, I asked her out. After going out for a day, I told her that I have something to tell her. She told me that coincidentally, she has something to tell me too. I told her about my break up and she told me about her getting together. I know whose the guy. He has been going after her for quite a while. A very cute guy full of energy, lively and interesting. His pursuit for her has been the talk of the school.&lt;br /&gt;I can't show her my heart ache but could only smile &amp;amp; congratulate her. When I reach home, the heart ache is so strong that I can't stand it. It's like a heavy weighted stone on my chest. I couldn't breath. Wanted to shout but can't. Tears rolled down &amp; I broke down &amp;amp; cry. How many times have I seen her cry for the man that doesn't acknowledge her presence too.&lt;br /&gt;During graduation, I read a sms in my hp. It was send 10 days ago when I broke down and cry. I haven't read it since then. It says "Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Leaf&lt;br /&gt;===&lt;br /&gt;During Pre-U days, I like to collect leaves. Why? Because I felt that for a leaf to leave the tree she has been relying on for so long it takes a lot of courage. During the 3 years of Pre-U I was on very close terms with a guy. Not BGR kind but as buddy kind. But when he had his 1st girlfriend, I learnt a feeling I never should have learnt - Jealousy. The sourness in the heart can't be describe by using a lemon. It's like 100 rotten sour lemon. Sourness to the extreme limit. They were only together for 2 mths. When they broke up, I hide my strong sense of happiness. But after a mth, he got together with another gal.&lt;br /&gt;I like him &amp; I know he like me. But why won't he pursue me? Since he love me why he doesn't want to make the first move? Whenever he had a new girlfriend, my heart would hurt. Time after time, my heart was hurt. I begin to suspect that this is a one sided love. If he don't like he, why does he treat me so well. It's beyond what you will normally do for a friend. Liking a person is very heart wrenching. I can know his likes, his habits. But his feelings towards me I can never figure out. You can't expect me a gal to ask him right?&lt;br /&gt;Despite that, I still want to be by his side. Care for him, accompany him, love him. Hoping that one fine day, he will come &amp;amp; love me. It's like waiting for his phone call every night, wanting him to send me sms. I know that no matter how busy he is, he will make time for me. Because of this, I waited for him. The 3 years were the hardest to go through &amp; I really want to give up. Sometimes, I wonder should I continue waiting. The pain and hurt, the dilemma accompany me for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;Till the end of my 3rd year, a 2nd year junior begins to go after me. Everyday he pursuit me relentlessly. From outright rejection to a point in time when I felt that I'm willing to let him have a small footing in my heart. He's like a warm &amp;amp; gentle wind, trying to blow a leaf away from the tree. In the end, I realized that I didn't want to give this wind a small footing in my heart. I know this wind will bring this badly battered leave far away &amp; better land. Finally I left tree, but the tree only smile &amp;amp; didn't ask me to stay. Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Wind&lt;br /&gt;====&lt;br /&gt;Because I like a gal called leaf. Because she's so dependent on tree so I have to be a gust wind. A wind that will blow her away. When I first met her, it was 1 mth after I transfer to the new school. I saw a petite person looking at my seniors &amp; me playing soccer. During ECA time, she will always be sitting there. Be it alone or with her friends looking at him. When he talks with gals there's jealousy in her eyes. When he looked at her, there's a smile in her eyes. Looking at her became my habit. Just like she likes to look at him.&lt;br /&gt;One day, she didn't appear. I felt something amissed. I can't explain the feeling except it's a kind of uneasiness. The senior was also not there as well. I went to their classroom, hid outside and saw my senior scolding her. Tears were in her eyes while he left. The next day, I saw her at her usual place, looking at him. I walked over and smiled to her. Took out a note &amp;amp; gave to her. She was surprised. She looked at me, smiled &amp; accept the note. The next day, she appeared &amp;amp; pass me a note and left.&lt;br /&gt;Leaf's heart is too heavy and wind couldn't blow her away&lt;br /&gt;It's not that leaf heart is too heavy. It because leaf never want to leave tree &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;I replied her note with this statement and slowly she started to talk to me &amp; accept my presents &amp;amp; phone calls. I know that the person she loves is not me. But I have this perseverance that one day I will make her like me. Within 4 mths, I have declared my love for her no less than 20 times. Every time, she will divert away from the topic. But I never give up. If I decide I want her to be mine, I will definitely use all means to win her over. I can't remember how many times I have declared my love to her. Although I know she will try to divert but I still bear a small ray of hope. Hoping that she will agree to me my girlfriend. I didn't hear any reply from her over the phone. I asked "what are you doing? How come you didn't want to reply?" She said, "I'm nodding my head". "Ah?" I couldn't believe my ears. "I'm nodding my head" She replied loudly. I hang up the phone, quickly changed and took a taxi and rush to her place &amp;amp; press her door bell. During the moment when she opens the door. I hugged her tightly. Leaf departure is because of Wind pursuit. Or because Tree didn't ask her to stay.&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/747318792821398024-790526966350806606?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/790526966350806606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=790526966350806606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/790526966350806606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/790526966350806606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/06/tree-leaf-and-wind.html' title='Tree, Leaf and Wind.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5581209699621973584</id><published>2007-06-23T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T22:47:39.237+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sharing'/><title type='text'>Read this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself just because she was blind. She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She said that if she could only see the world, she would marry her boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her and then she could see everything, including her boyfriend. Her boyfriend asked her, "now that you can see the world, will you marry me?" The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him.&lt;br /&gt;Her boyfriend walked away in tears, and later wrote a letter to her saying..... "Just take care of my eyes dear." i'll always love you forever..&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/747318792821398024-5581209699621973584?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5581209699621973584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5581209699621973584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5581209699621973584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5581209699621973584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/06/read-this.html' title='Read this.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-3352574005922063933</id><published>2007-06-16T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T22:37:38.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>boom baboom!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tiiirrreeddd! I really want to go to sleep but I can’t and I don’t want to. Today’s Saturday and it’s YM Blast night. I don’t want to miss this weekly event. My friends will be there and this will be the only time that I can talk to them about anything and everything under the sun [in my situation, moon.] without thinking about homework, investigatory projects and the other bla blahs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m craving for something na involved and apple. Apple juice, apple shake, apple lollies, apple apple apple! This is Kuya Ronald’s fault! He introduced his new gf to me and the girl’s name is Apple. Yum yum! LoL. I am so freaking weird right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I’m chatting with some friends right now and I am pissing them off. One even used the stealth mode on me. Haha. Talk about being pikon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m planning to go to whatever-mall-it-might-be tomorrow to buy supplies [kikay stuffs]. You know those necessities. Girl pads, powder, chapstick for my uber-nakakainis na lips, new perfume [my classmates are complaining and telling me that my perfume is soo. sweet?. Especially the guys. Hmm.].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We-ell. Since I am half asleep right now. And I’m feeling freakin conyo pare. [no offense]. I’m going to make lagay na may wish list for my papalapit na ngang birthday pare. Eewww. It sounds gay. Uugghhh! Kidding aside, in case that you’re kind enough here’s my wishlist. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. New cp anyone?. Haha. you know me. I am miss “mapagbigay sa strangers”.&lt;br /&gt;2. Books… yeah! Lurv it!&lt;br /&gt;3. Accessories… collect collect collect.&lt;br /&gt;4. Shoes [need ‘em! And in case that you’re asking. I’m size 9 or 1o. giant baby! yeah!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;5. Apple notebook [ehem. Rich kids!]&lt;br /&gt;6. Scanner [call me the techie “feeler”]&lt;br /&gt;7. A BIG AND CUDDLY TEDDY BEAR&lt;br /&gt;8. love life [no. forget about it]&lt;br /&gt;9. kikay stuffs&lt;br /&gt;10. pass college entrance exams&lt;br /&gt;11. meet the “one” [no. erase it again]&lt;br /&gt;12. travel around Europe! [watch out world!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that’s all. Haha. I am ssuuchhh a loser. LoL.&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/747318792821398024-3352574005922063933?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3352574005922063933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=3352574005922063933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3352574005922063933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3352574005922063933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/06/boom-baboom.html' title='boom baboom!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1964416478360196207</id><published>2007-06-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:43:46.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pardon me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>I'm getting older and older and older</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;After some time here I am and I am back!. Yeesss. I Am Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Since like the first day of school I didn't have the chance to post something new for my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Napaka loser ko na nga yata ngayon eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Imagine. 6 days ang pasok ko. Mga hanggang July akong ganito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;4 days to go and I'll be turning 15 na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Honestly, wala naman akong ineexpect eh. Siguro mga greetings and mga pang aasar ng "libre" pero yung mga nakaka surprise na bagay.. hmm. asa na lang siguro ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Hindi naman kasi ganun yung mga tao sa paligid ko eh. Minsan lang sila mag surprise. Pero ok lang yun. Ayoko din naman kasing gawing ganun ka big deal yung birthday ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Ewan ko ba. Parang nag eexpect talaga ko ng isang napaka malungkot na birthday. Ewaaan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Ayoko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#996633;"&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/747318792821398024-1964416478360196207?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1964416478360196207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1964416478360196207&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1964416478360196207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1964416478360196207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-getting-older-and-older-and-older.html' title='I&apos;m getting older and older and older'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6408387555839649009</id><published>2007-06-16T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T19:18:14.749+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='late posts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pardon me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Make us fall in love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Make us Fall in Love.&lt;br /&gt; *stuffs and traits na sa tingin ko eh kailangan or hinahanap ng isang babae sa isang lalake. Enjoy! [halos lahat ng ilalagay ko eh based sa sarili kong opinions]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sense of Humor &lt;br /&gt;-   a must-have. No boring and oversensitive guys for us. We need someone who can appreciate our corny jokes. Someone who can laugh with us. “We can never love someone who we have never laughed with.” Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive to our emotions&lt;br /&gt;-   Someone who knows you. Who understands you. Who gives you space. Someone who believes in a “give and take” relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAITHFUL&lt;br /&gt;-   Who doesn’t need faithful guys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows how to cook [even a little!]   &lt;br /&gt;-   I love to eat so I need a guy who can also enjoy the things that I love the most. Kailangan namin ng  isang lalake na kahit papano eh marunong magluto. Kahit man lang ng mga fried dishes jan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willing to meet the ‘rents.&lt;br /&gt;-   Bawal manligaw sa labas ng bahay. What’s the purpose of telling the girl that you like na sincere ka kung di ka man lang willing na magpakilala at ipakilala siya sa pami-pamilya niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willing to be friends with the “gals”&lt;br /&gt;-   Kailangan yun! Di ba,?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves us no matter what&lt;br /&gt;-   Awww. Who needs the most super duper extreme handsome guy in the world if you have the best and the sweetest special “guy friend” who always makes your day and who loves you because you are you?&lt;br /&gt;&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/747318792821398024-6408387555839649009?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6408387555839649009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6408387555839649009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6408387555839649009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6408387555839649009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/06/make-us-fall-in-love.html' title='Make us fall in love.'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2415427182061360131</id><published>2007-06-03T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:19:27.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sabi ng iba mamahalin daw o hihintayin daw nila ang special someone nila “forever”.&lt;br /&gt;Pero kung ako ang sasabihan niyan, hindi ako maniniwala.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit? Hindi ba nagfe-fade ang love? Hindi ba napapagod ang puso nila sa kakahintay?&lt;br /&gt;Siguro mas dapat diyan ang.. mamahalin kita o hihintayin kita “hangga’t kaya ko”.&lt;br /&gt;Mag set dapat ng limit. Hindi naman kasi nageexist ang forever.&lt;br /&gt;Lahat naman ng bagay may ending.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I am no one special. Just a common man with common thoughts. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who ever lived. I've loved another with all my heart and soul and for me that has always been enough.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Naisipan kong buksan yung email na sinend sakin ng friend ko 2 years ago. Biruin mo yun. After 2 years dun pa lang ako sinipag na buksan yung mga emails niya. Actually wala naming message dun puro pics lang. Ewan ko ba at bakit pics yung naisipan niyang isend sakin. Akala niya ba hindi ako marunong magbasa? Haha. Pero ok na naman yun. Nakwento ko lang. Ngayon naman talagang nag memessage na kami sa isa’t isa. And masarap pala magkaroon ng friend na hindi taga Philippines. Yung taga ibang planeta. Kasi nasasabi ko yung mga problema ko sa kanya kasi kanino niya naman iba-blab di ba. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pasukan na bukas. Gising ng maaga ha.&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/747318792821398024-2415427182061360131?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2415427182061360131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2415427182061360131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2415427182061360131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2415427182061360131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/06/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-8916021343147712359</id><published>2007-05-31T18:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T18:36:19.547+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dahil malapit na ang pasukan at marami nanamang bagong estudyanteng papasok sa mga eskwelahan, naisipan kong itala ang mga mapapansin mo para masabi kung bago pa lang  o luma na ang estudyante sa aming paaralan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;a.&lt;br /&gt;Bago siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;Super kabado at super excited siya sa pasukan.&lt;br /&gt;Luma siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            2nd year: excited makita ang super friends niya&lt;br /&gt;            3rd year: kabado at excited dahil bago na ang teacher at yun ang pinakamahirap na year&lt;br /&gt;            4th year: mga tinatamad na at wala nang pakialam. Papasok kung papasok. Habol lang minsan ang baon lalo na kung wala namang ginagawa sa school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;b.&lt;br /&gt;Bago siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            Kadalasan ko tong napapansin eh. Pag kasama pa ang super parents ng estudyante at super talk din ang mga parents tungkol sa kung ano anong pagsubok ng buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luma siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            2nd year: unting parents na lang ang sumasama. Minsan wala na.&lt;br /&gt;            3rd year: Independent na. Masaya na basta kasama ang super friends.&lt;br /&gt;            4th year: Independent na din. Yung iba diyan medyo male-late pa. Mga sigaw ng sigaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;c.&lt;br /&gt;Bago siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            Hindi siya pumapalakpak masyado pag sinabi na ng president ng school na: Let’s start our traditional handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luna siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            2nd year: Humihiyaw dahil excited maranasan yung handshake na yun [ganun kami dati eh]&lt;br /&gt;            3rd year: Medyo excited. Patawa tawa na lang.&lt;br /&gt;            4th year: wala lang. Go lang sa panonood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;d.&lt;br /&gt;Bago siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            Shock pa siya dahil ikaw mismo ang kukuha ng sarili mong juice sa canteen. [ewan ko kung ganun yung ginawa nung entrance exam. Di ako sure jan]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luma siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            Sanay na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e.&lt;br /&gt;Bago siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            Di niya alam na may iba’t ibang grupo sa school. [i.e. Bolz, Manai Bogz, grupo ng mga magiging 3rd year ngayon, grupo ng magiging 2nd year]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luma siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            May kilala siya na isa o mas marami pa na grupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;f.&lt;br /&gt;Bago siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            Pusturang pustura. Gusto yatang gumawa ng magandang impression. Yung iba nagpapacute pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luma siya pag:&lt;br /&gt;            Alam niya na tanggap siya sa mandsci at wala namang pake ang iba sa itsura nia kaya medyo di na siya nagaayos. Hindi na rin nagpapacute yung matatatagal na. Lalo na yata yung batch namin dahil wala naman kaming ineexpect. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dagdag pa kayo… haha. comment comment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-8916021343147712359?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8916021343147712359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=8916021343147712359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/8916021343147712359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/8916021343147712359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/05/school-blues.html' title='school blues'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2622789673036253256</id><published>2007-05-29T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T11:26:14.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Bla bla</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Kakatapos lang ng enrollment last Friday. Ayos naman yung nangyari. Nakita ko ang mga bago at matatagal ko nang kaklase. Nagkabalitaan. Nabwisit sa natanggap na balita. Niloko ng mga dating teacher at kung ano ano pa. Enjoy naman yung enrollment pero hindi kami nakagala dahil may sari-sariling sched kami na dapat sundin. Hopefully, makaalis dapat kami nila Jean bago mag Monday. Siguro sa Thursday na lang dahil orientation naman nang first year at siyempre nandun si President. So… ang daming nagbago sa mga batchmates ko. Iba na ang kulay ng iba. Umitim talaga yung mga nagte-training. Mukhang enjoy naman sila eh. Belardo yung section ko ngayon. A B B B… Sosyal. Hehe. Dati lang iniisip ko kung ano kaya magiging record ng sections ko sa mandsci. Aba ngayon. Kumpleto ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So may bago nanamang first year students na papasok sa school. Sana naman eh galangin nila yung mga nakakatandang students nila lalo na yung juniors and seniors nila. Lagi na lang kasing may away na nangyayari pag may bagong students. Hehe. Galang lang naman ang hinihingi ng mga mas matatatanda eh. Yun lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong umalis. Waaa. Di pa talaga ko prepared para sa pasukan pero sabi ni &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/martinleandro"&gt;martin &lt;/a&gt;dapat daw I-look forward na yun kasi huling year na rin naman daw. So bale imbes na magpakatamad ako, dapat nang umariba. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwede na din kayong mag comment sa aking page. Salamat kay &lt;a href="http://www.iaintfreak.blogspot.com"&gt;fave.&lt;/a&gt; Haha. Ayun lang. Masyadong random. Psshh.&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/747318792821398024-2622789673036253256?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2622789673036253256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2622789673036253256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2622789673036253256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2622789673036253256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/05/bla-bla.html' title='Bla bla'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6436440062995372673</id><published>2007-05-23T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:03:26.526+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Loka Loka...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Hayy maloloka yata ako! Ang isa sa unting pinagkukuhaan ko ng saya hindi ko man lang napanood. Nakakainis talaga. Malapit na yun matapos eh. Naku talaga. Inaatake nanaman ako ng kababawan ko. Ewan ko ba. Siguro eto lang talaga ang epekto pag nalaman mo na malapit ng matapos ang summer at ibig sabihin nun eh malapit na ang pasukan. Maloloka nanaman ako niyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ano bang mga ginagawa niyo ngayon? Sana naman eh nasusulit ninyo ang huling lagapak ng summer. Matatapos na ang ating masasayang pahinga at maglalabasan nanaman ang ating eye bags, mawawala na din ang naipon nating taba ngayong summer dahil umpisa na ng pagtulog ng kulang sa oras, at siyempre umpisa na rin ng paborito nating gawain.. ang cramming. Anyhoo, wag nating sirain ang ating kasiyahan sa kakaisip. Magkita kita na lang tayo sa enrollment mga repapipz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kilala niyo ba si Ken Hirai? Yung singer na Japanese [anne at kim.. kilala nyo?] ang cute niya.. wala lang. Hindi siya mukhang hapon. Matagal ko na siyang nakikita ngayon ko lang natanong. Tamad kasi ko magpost eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanood ko kanina sa Tyra yung tungkol sa iniisip ng ibang race sa hindi nila ka-race. Grabe pala yun noh. Pag may kulay buhok mo tapos Asian ka, ang tingin sayo fake. I mean, ako kahit kunwari nasa ibang bansa na, hindi ako magpapalit ng hair color pero bakit kaya ayaw respetuhin ng iba yung kapwa nila. Hmm.. weird.. tagain ko sila eh.. hihi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toh na lang muna. Random lang. May ikwekwento yata ako sa next post ko. [di xur?]&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/747318792821398024-6436440062995372673?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6436440062995372673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6436440062995372673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6436440062995372673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6436440062995372673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/05/loka-loka.html' title='Loka Loka...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4877876803813074450</id><published>2007-05-22T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T18:22:49.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something ng mga bloggers'/><title type='text'>survey nanaman..;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Here's the 411:&lt;br /&gt;Write about how much addicted you are towards something.&lt;br /&gt;1. Don't forget to include the percentage of 'addictedness' towards that thing.&lt;br /&gt;2. All with one condition, the total of percentage much reach 100%.&lt;br /&gt;3. You MUST tag others and continue tagging but please don't forget to explain the rules and please notify that person so that they know that they had been tagged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[60% addicted to books…]&lt;br /&gt;            Books books books… this summer wala na siguro akong inatupag kundi ang pagbabasa ng libro at pagba blog. Kahit children’s book pinapatulan ko makapagbasa lang. Sa sobrang hilig ko nga sa pagbabasa eh lumabo na rin yung mata ko. Sa totoo lang, wala naman akong pinagsisisihan kasi it’s worth it naman. Hindi ko nga maintindihan yung iba kung bakit ayaw nilang magbasa. Hindi nila alam na ang dami nilang namimiss sa buhay nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[20% addicted to chocolates without the nuts]&lt;br /&gt;            Yum yum. Naniniwala talaga ko na nakakapagpasaya ang chocolates. Kapag malungkot kasi ko ngunguya lang ako ng chocolates na gusto ko tapos voila! Wala na yung lungkot. Kaya ko din umubos ng isang malaking bag ng kisses or mnm’s. Hindi naman siya nakakataba eh. Yung may nuts lang siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10% addicted to Koreanovelas]&lt;br /&gt;            Simple but touching story. Ewan ko ba pero mahilig talaga ko ngayon sa mga koreanovela. Siguro isang reason eh dahil ang cute ng mga actors and actresses nila. Alam niyo ba yung bagong koreanovela ng abscbn? Yung which star are you from? Ayoko ispill yung story basta yung makikilala nung lalakeng bida na kamukha ng namatay niyang ex eh may kuneksyon dun sa ex ng lalake. Hindi reincarnation, hindi rin totoo yung hindi naman daw namatay. Basta may kuneksyon sila. Mahabang storya pero kung iisipin mo naman ng mabuti madali lang malaman kung ano yung konek nila. Aww whatever..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[10% addicted to blogging]&lt;br /&gt;            Wala nang explanation. Yun na. Alam niyo na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993300;"&gt;I'm tagging Venus... aun.. hehe.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-4877876803813074450?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4877876803813074450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4877876803813074450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4877876803813074450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4877876803813074450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/05/survey-nanaman.html' title='survey nanaman..;)'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2421692906224100990</id><published>2007-05-14T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T14:19:47.313+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Panaginip at pangarap...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;Eleksyon na. Rock and Roll na. Bilangan na mamaya. May dayaan pa kaya.&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula ang umaga ko sa boses ng daddy ko na pumasok sa office niya para mag time in, umuwi uli para bumoto at bumalik uli sa trabaho. 9:30 na rin ng umaga kaya bumangon na ko. Pinilit ko alalahanin yung panaginip ko at himala dahil hindi ko siya matandaan. Sa totoo lang napakalaki talaga ng problema ko ngayon sa mga panaginip ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Una kasi, may isang mukha at pangalan na lumabas sa panaginip ko. Sa totoo lang kilala ko yung mukha nung lalake na nasa dream ko kasi nakausap ko na siya once or twice yata sa ym pero hindi ko siya personally talaga na kilala dahil una iba yung school niya and pangalawa hindi naman kami nagkikita pa sa personal. Iba din yung name na ginagamit nia sa friendster, ym and pati yata sa blog niya. Mga kaclose niya lang talaga sa pagkakaalam ko yung sinasabihan niya ng totoo niyang pangalan. Ang alam ko lang yung nickname niya na ayokong ilagay dito. Ang weird nung dream kasi nandun ung lalake na yun at buo pa yung pangalan niya dun. Hindi ko alam kung bakit siya yung napanaginipan ko dahil hindi naman kami close at wala naman kaming pakialam sa buhay ng isa’t isa. Baka may makakapag explain ng panaginip ko, mag tag na lang kayo [maghanap ba daw ng dream interpreter].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iniisip ko pa lang na iinterpret yun nahihilo na ko. Well, back sa election. Ang tahimik dito samin ngayon. Tahimik talaga dito samin pero iba ngayon kasi parang mahal na araw. Wala masyadong tao sa kalye na naglalakad. Kakaiba talaga. Ganyan din ba sa inyo ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Tulungan niyo ko. Matatapos na ang bakasyon at eto pa rin ako na walang naaccomplish na matino ngayong summer. Buhay nga naman. Isang bagay lang talaga gusto kong magawa buong buhay ko. Mag travel. Yun lang. Wala ng iba. Pagkatapos ko mag aral gusto ko sana mag travel na lang ng mag travel. Sabi ng mommy ko kung yun naman daw ang gusto ko e di mag flight stewardess ako. Haller, hindi ako tatanggapin dun noh. Hay. Buhay. Sige. Ingat kayo.&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/747318792821398024-2421692906224100990?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2421692906224100990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2421692906224100990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2421692906224100990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2421692906224100990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/05/panaginip-at-pangarap.html' title='Panaginip at pangarap...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-77400924326659760</id><published>2007-05-14T10:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T10:27:14.540+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s celebrate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Thingees'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day, Bitter endings and the stuffs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Ayon sa Kzone at sa aking daddy, May 14 talaga ang Mother’s Day pero dahil nga sumabay ito sa botohan ay nailipat ang Mother’s Day sa May 13. Wala lang, ngayon lang kasi ako gagawa ng post patungkol sa Mother’s Day. So… umpisahan na natin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang wala naman talaga kong masasabi tungkol sa mga mommies natin. Kung meron man, siguro yung salitang “the best” na yun. Minsan may misunderstandings kami ng mama ko. May mga bagay na hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit niya ginagawa sakin. Pag inisa isa ko parang hindi naman Mother’s Day eh. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga kahapon sa sermon ng pari, ang babae daw marami talagang niririsk para sa mga taong mahal nila. Sa panganganak pa lang, buhay na daw yung niririsk [wag na kaya ako mag asawa… ;)] Tapos after manganak, di pa tapos ang hirap. Sunod sunod pa yun. Grabe talaga mga sacrifices nila. Kaya di ako nagtataka kung minsan eh daig pa ng mama ko si “Annabelle Rama” sa pagiging strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero napapansin ko parang masyadong emosyonal pag Mother’s Day. Halos lahat ng napapanood ko sa tv eh umiiyak. Dahil kaya talagang nafifeel nila ang araw na ito o dahil malapit na ang tag ulan at sumasabay lang ang luha nila o dahil nakikisimpatya sila kay Ruffa Gutierrez at Yilmaz Bektas. Wahahaha. Natawa ko nung sinabi sakin ng pinsan ko na may naosptial daw na fan dahil diyan sa kaguluhan na yan. Kamusta naman yun di ba. Super apektado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang napaka walang saysay ng huling part ng summer na toh. Parang napaka unti ng kaibigan ko. Yung mga inaasahan ko na kakamustahin at kakausapin ako once in a while eh naglaho na bigla. Yung mga unexpected na tao pa yung lagi kong nakakausap at lagi akong kinakamusta. Hay buhay. Bukod sa pagbisita ni NZ sa California [nakakausap ko na siya uli eh] at sa nalalapit niyang pagbisita dito sa Philippines eh wala nang iba pang todo nakakasurprise na pangyayari sa aking buhay. Malulungkot siguro meron pa. Aalis na ang aking napakabait na pinsan kasama ang kanyang unica hija at susunod na sa kanyang asawa sa Australia. Yung tita ko naman na kaclose ko eh nasa HongKong ngayon at God Knows kung ano nang ginagawa niya dun. Bakit kaya ang daming umaalis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Ang anak kayang kayang saktan ang magulang. Pero ang magulang, hindi kayang saktan ang sariling anak."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-77400924326659760?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/77400924326659760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=77400924326659760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/77400924326659760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/77400924326659760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/05/mothers-day-bitter-endings-and-stuffs.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day, Bitter endings and the stuffs'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5805662030739686450</id><published>2007-05-11T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T20:16:25.953+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t-mind-me'/><title type='text'>Hoy Ikaw... ^^</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Kamusta mga mabuting kaibigan. Ang tagal ko yatang di nakapag post dito. Puro mga something lang ng mga ka-blog natin yung mga nalalagay ko dito eh. Siyempre alam niyo naman na siguro ang dahilan kung bakit wala akong napopost tungkol sa buhay ko [boring nga kasi]. So dahil wala akong mapost, walang kwenta tong entry na toh. Mangingialam na lang ako sa buhay ng iba. Sasabihin ko lang naman kasi yung mga napapansin ko sa friendster na sobrang boring na talaga gamitin dahil napupuno na ito ng mga taong mapagpanggap tsaka wala kang masyadong magagawa sa friendster.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Una kong napansin eh yung mga posing ng mga babae dun pati na rin yung ibang mga lalake. Nakakatawa lang na nakakainis dahil parang halos lahat eh may stiff neck na sa mga pose nila. Lingon sa kanan o kaliwa, yuko dito yuko doon, isang gilid lang ng mukha nila yung nakikita. Aba teka, uso ba yan? Parang kakaiba naman yang uso na yan kasi nagmumukha kayang may problema sa leeg yung iba. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pangalawa, bakit may mga hindi naman singkit na nagpipilit magpaka singkit? Iapply mo yung una kong dahilan dito sa pangalawa. Nakakatawa talaga yung epekto. Kung malaki mata mo, hindi mo naman kailangan magpaka singkit at bakit ka ba naghahangad na maging isang Korean, Chinese o kung ano mang lahi na singkit. Kung pinoy ka eh di magpaka pinoy ka. Aysus naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pangatlo, what’s with the caption? May iba ang caption pa “Ganda/Pogi ko noh, inggit ka?” todo self confidence niyan, ang hangin eh. Meron namang iba na ganito “Ang panget ko talaga… huhu”, ano yan? Kung panget ka bakit ka pa nag post ng pic sa frndster mo? Hallor. Ok ka lang? Paano kaya pag may nagreply sa pic mo at nagsabi ng “Oo pangit ka nga” Ano kaya sasabihin mo? Dapat matuwa ka. At least pareho kayo ng taste di ba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pang apat, anong meron sa ganitong salita… “HeLLo dEr PuH/PoW/PuW…” Ano yan? Bagong language? At bakit naging “Mah” ang salitang “my”? Joosko, alam ba yan ng mga teacher niyo? Magiimbento na lang ng bagong salita, ang pangit pa sa tenga. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;Pang lima, ang daming papansin na flooder. Yung tipong magpopost tapos iisa lang ang nakalagay. Ang masama pa kung ang nakalagay eh para lang naman sa isang tao at hindi para sa lahat. Kung gusto mo siya sabihan, eh di mag usap kayo. Ano namang mahirap dun. Kailangan pa i-flood yung bulletin ng mga post na puno ng mga salita sa reason#4. Kainis talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, ininis ko lang yung sarili ko. Wala naman akong magagawa kung yun na lang yung paraan ng iba para magpacute. Mas ok lang sana kung nagpapakatotoo di ba. Ayun lang! ;)&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/747318792821398024-5805662030739686450?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5805662030739686450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5805662030739686450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5805662030739686450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5805662030739686450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoy-ikaw.html' title='Hoy Ikaw... ^^'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-9151720482318299035</id><published>2007-05-11T11:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T11:38:30.187+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='something ng mga bloggers'/><title type='text'>from anne..</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;masayang surbeii -- pagkatapos sagutan ay ipasa sa limang tao&lt;br /&gt;[from anne..]&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;++anong sasabihin mo pag sinabi sayo to ng taong inis sayo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;01. ang arte mo!&lt;br /&gt;-  lahat naman ng babae eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. mas matalino naman ako sayo!&lt;br /&gt;-oo  na.. joosko.. big deal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. crush ako ng crush mo!&lt;br /&gt;- crush lang  yun.. kasal na kami.. wahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. ang bobo mo pala sa math!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;ever.. bakit? naging teacher mo na ba si mam *1st year teacher sa math ng&lt;br /&gt;mandsci?*? talagang mabobobo ka sa takot.. wahihi.. joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. bilisan mo naman!&lt;br /&gt;- hinahabol ng sampung toro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. ang taray mo!&lt;br /&gt;-forever naman e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. gusto mo ng away?&lt;br /&gt;- ayoko.. gusto ko war.. ahihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. takot ka ata sakin eh?&lt;br /&gt;- salamin nga takot sayo eh.. pano pa ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. mas mahal niya ko!&lt;br /&gt;- so? gsuto ko mura.. haha.. korni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. ang bababa na naman ng mga grades mo!&lt;br /&gt;- oo.. kaia nga kick out na ko ng mndsci e.. hihi *yabang factor*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;++anong sasabihin mo pag sinabi sayo to ng crush mo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;01. crush kita.&lt;br /&gt;- so? mainit eh.. gusto mo maging crushed ice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. hindi kita mahal.&lt;br /&gt;- ano naman? kaw lang ba tao sa mundo? *sabay sigaw ng KAWALAN MO YAN!* haha..&lt;br /&gt;joke.. parang may hard feelings e.. hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. mahal na kita.&lt;br /&gt;-  patunayan mo.. ipagpatayo mo ko ng bahay, bigyan mo pamilya ko ng 1 milyon buwan&lt;br /&gt;buwan, bigyan mo ko limousine.. ayan.. mahal mo pala ko ha.. gawin mo nga yan..&lt;br /&gt;hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. pakopya naman ng assignment.&lt;br /&gt;- mangongopya pa nga lang ako eh.. [linya since 1st year yta.. haha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. crush ko 'yung friend mo.&lt;br /&gt;- ganun? so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. pwedeng patabi sa upuan?&lt;br /&gt;- cge tabi kayo.. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. pwede ba kitang isayaw?&lt;br /&gt;- bakit di mo isayaw sarili mo.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. feeling ko may crush ka sakin.&lt;br /&gt;- oo... crushed ice.. haha.. magiging ganyan ka.. hangin mo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. ang cute mong&lt;br /&gt;mag-smile.&lt;br /&gt;-ganun.. mas cute yung aso mag smile kesa sayo eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. bakit ang bait mo sakin?&lt;br /&gt;- hindi... mabait lang talaga ko sa mga mukhang "pets". wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;++anong sasabihin mo pag sinabi sayo to ng magulang mo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;01. umuwi ka ng&lt;br /&gt;maaga.&lt;br /&gt;- opo... [seryosong boses... takot e..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. buti pa yang kapatid mo ang sipag mag-aral.&lt;br /&gt;- ma/pa naman kasi eh... *sabay explain ng mga nararanasang hirap sa mandsci..&lt;br /&gt;pagdating sa dulo ng explanation.. sabay sabi..* siya nga pag aralin niyo dun..&lt;br /&gt;cge nga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. matulog ka ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;- ok...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. ok na ba sau ang P 30.00 na baon?&lt;br /&gt;- kulang yan! lunch pa nga lang kulang na yan eh.. wala pang juice yan.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. maglinis ka ng bahay, maghugas ka ng pinggan at magdilig ka ng halaman.&lt;br /&gt;- pwede one at a time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. mag-aral ka ng mabuti ha?&lt;br /&gt;- opo.. mula nursery yata sinabi niyo na yan.. hihi.. [joke]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. nung kasing tanda mo ko ang baon ko piso lang!&lt;br /&gt;- opo.. mula nursery din ako sinabi niyo na yan sakin.. tapos sabi niyo pa ang&lt;br /&gt;dami niyong nang nabibili sa piso.. eh.. naman.. mataas ang presyo ng likido&lt;br /&gt;ngayon.. tsaka.. . ilang years na po ang nakakalipas.. *sabay compute*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. dapat ganto ka, katulad niya.&lt;br /&gt;- ayoko nga.. panget siya maganda ko.. hahahaha.. joke lang.. ang yabang ko naman&lt;br /&gt;pag sinabi ko yan.. hindi yan half meant.. ehem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. pag sinabi kong hindi pwede..hindi pwede..&lt;br /&gt;- ok... [bakit pag llban.. talo na ko eh..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;++anong sasabihin mo pag sinabi sayo to ng teacher mo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;01. bagsak ka na naman!&lt;br /&gt;- opo.. hirap ng test e.. dalian mo.. papasa ko.. hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;02. ibabagsak kita sa major subject mo!&lt;br /&gt;- bakit naman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. sasampalin kita eh!&lt;br /&gt;- tatadyakan kita.. subukan mo.. nakumpilan na ko.. bakit mo ko sasampalin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. late ka na naman!&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;malayo pluto e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. magaling ka pa lang sumayaw.&lt;br /&gt;- nge? konek nun? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. hindi ka na pwedeng pumasok sa klase ko.&lt;br /&gt;- ok.. *nakasimangot pag labas ng room* pag nasa labas na *ngiti!* haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Kakausapin ko ang mga magulang mo.&lt;br /&gt;- kabado na ko nian.. hihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. ang makita kong mangopya 60 na ha?&lt;br /&gt;- okie.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. buti pa ang kabilang section nanalo.&lt;br /&gt;- ano naman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. hindi ka nakikinig kaya wala kang alam.&lt;br /&gt;- mas masarap matulog at dumaldal.. tanong mo pa sila mam.. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff33cc;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;---&gt; at ito ay ipinapasa q kela:&lt;br /&gt;1. venus&lt;br /&gt;2. laura&lt;br /&gt;3. joyse&lt;br /&gt;4. nory&lt;br /&gt;5. cecilia [kapatid ni lau]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/747318792821398024-9151720482318299035?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/9151720482318299035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=9151720482318299035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/9151720482318299035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/9151720482318299035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-anne.html' title='from anne..'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-3283720780026013637</id><published>2007-05-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T20:13:40.986+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bloggers something something...'/><title type='text'>Tag!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;Rules: Each player of this game starts off with 15 weird things/habits/little known facts about yourself. People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 15 weird things/habits/little known facts as well as state this rule clearly. At the end, you need to choose 10 people to be tagged and list their names. No tag backs. [galing kay Ate Jam yung instructions.. kinuha ko na lang.. thanks ate jam! hehe ;)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Bookworm&lt;br /&gt;Books are my bestest friend ever! I mean… when all of your friends leave you and you want to talk to someone, why not talk to your book? [not the textbooks ;)]. You can learn tons of things if you read. And this is an unknown fact to many… the first thing that I read was an Archie Comic Book and an old “civics and culture” book.. uugghh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I don’t eat the nuts of chocolates with nuts [get it?]&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know. I’m not really a picky eater or something but when it comes to chocolates with nuts I just hate ‘em. I can’t eat it. Maybe because of the fact that it can make you fat… ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I hate dirty fingernails&lt;br /&gt;When I see my fingernails getting a little dirty, the first thing that I will do is get those “instruments” needed to clean those icky fingernails. I’m really a freak when my fingernails are involved. Dunno why…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Too tall for my age?&lt;br /&gt;I have encountered lots of embarrassing moments wherein my age and height were involved. People always mistook me as a sixteen+ year old girl. Gosh. I’m only 15 this june. I don’t know if my height is a pro or a con.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I’m really shy&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not but I am actually a shy person. I’m not a good talker when it comes to strangers. When it’s my first time to meet a person, they must find me very very BORING. I can’t think of good enough topics to talk about. But, when that person becomes pretty close to me, I can be pretty talkative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Candy Mag asked me something…&lt;br /&gt;This will be one of the last time that I’m going to talk about this thingee. See, a woman from Candy Magazine approached me once [I’m only 13 years old at that time and I am at a certain mall] and asked me what my age was. I told her that I am only 13 and she was like… “Too bad, you’re too young!”. She then explained that she’s looking for someone to be on the cover of one of their issues that’s why she asked me what my age was. Well, no big deal. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Some jokes are half meant…&lt;br /&gt;I’m really a moody person and there are times when I get pissed off to some people who crack jokes such as “I am very contented on what I have because I am pretty, talented, well off in life… bla bla bla..” after that, that certain person would put the word “joke” at the end of his/her statement. Agghh… jokes are half meant and I find people like that pretty “self-centered”. Jokes are supposed to be funny and not… conceited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I love to take pics of myself&lt;br /&gt;Click click click, choose the best and you can post it on your friendster, myspace or whatever accounts in the internet. Haha. Right girls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Most of my shoes are wedged or has high heels.&lt;br /&gt;Out of all my shoes, only one is flat [not counting the beaded flipflops]. And the heels of my shoes are like 3 inches or 4 or whatever. My dad always tells me that I look like a giant coz I keep on wearing high heels even though I am already tall. Well.. that’s life dad… ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I SOMETIMES believe that my horoscope is true…&lt;br /&gt;Come on people. Lagi tayong nageexpect ng magandang horoscope lalo na pag kakagaling lang natin sa isang masamang araw. Kahit na alam ko na those things won’t come true it is still fun to believe noh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I ask for signs&lt;br /&gt;As in! Yung mga tipong… “if this bla bla will happen.. I will bla bla bla” alam niyo na yun. Naniniwala ako sa ganyan. Sounds weird pero wala namang mawawala if you will believe di ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Ryan Seacrest&lt;br /&gt;I really don’t have a good taste when it comes to guys. I mean.. ryan seacrest is not that hot but… crush ko siya. Haha. It’s just a tiny bit of crush but dunno… it’s really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  mini skirts&lt;br /&gt;I’m not a big fan of those stuffs. Hindi ko lang kaya talaga na magsuot ng mini skirt. Ewan ko ba. Alam kong hindi na uso yung “Maria Clara” style but may mga tao kasi na nag te-take advantage pag nakasuot ka ng mini skirt. Alam ko na nasa nagdadala yun, pero… bahala na. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I consider my little brother as my best friend&lt;br /&gt;He knows my secrets. He knows my crushes. He knows everything about me. And what’s cool is that he is NOT a blabbermouth. Yun nga lang, masyado siyang protective. He don’t like it when guys approach me or when guys look at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. PROUD to be a MANDSCI student&lt;br /&gt;Kahit ano pang sabihin nila. Kahit ano pang reklamo ko sa school. I love it mucho mucho. Sa sobrang love ko parang hindi pa ko prepared to leave the school and spread my wings to the outside world. Di bale, there’s still a year left and I’m going to make the most of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;*Tinatag ko si.. Anne, Kim, Joyse... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-3283720780026013637?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3283720780026013637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=3283720780026013637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3283720780026013637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3283720780026013637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/05/tag.html' title='Tag!!!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2873872111098059968</id><published>2007-04-30T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T20:10:11.575+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Thingees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>something something..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#006600;"&gt;Pagkatapos ng isang mahabang pahinga ay nagbabalik ako.&lt;br /&gt;Biruin mo. Ilang araw din akong hindi nagpost. Nagiisip kasi ako kung gagawa ako ng multiply account. Yun nga lang, tamad ako mag ayos ng iba’t ibang accounts ko sa internet. Blog at friendster lang talaga yung matino kong nagagamit. And may blog naman na ko kaya baka hindi na lang muna ko gagawa ng account dun. Masyado kasing nauuso ang multiply ngayon. Ayoko namang gumawa lang para makisali sa uso. Siguro pag unti na lang yung gumagamit dun na lang ako gagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napaka boring pa rin ng summer ko. Dapat pala pumayag na lang ako sa trabaho na binibigay sakin ng dad ko. E di sana ngayon may ginagawa ako kahit papaano at kumikita pa sana ko. Wala akong kamalay malay sa mga nangyayari ngayon sa buhay ng mga kakilala ko. Nakakausap ko lang naman kasi yung iba dahil sa ym. Yung iba namang mahal talaga ko. Tinatawagan ako para kamustahin. Yun nga lang, mga pili lang sila. Laking pasasalamat ko nga sa mga nakakausap ko through cbox dito sa blog, ym, friendster [messages] and telephone. Wala naman kasi akong cellphone ngayon dahil alam niyo naman na napaka makakalimutin ko. Tsaka ngayon ko lang din narealize na pag wala kang cellphone, dun mo lang malalaman kung sino yung mga taong talagang concern sayo [kasi gagawa sila ng way para makausap ka]. Super drama. Grabe. Pero totoo yun. Si chescka! Ayan. Pag naabutan akong online nian lagi akong binabati nian. Kahit wala kaming mapagusapan basta mababati niya ko. Mabuhay ka. Hehe. Tapos yung mga fellow bloggers ko din na nakikipagusap sakin dito. Kaya medyo nababawasan ang pagka bored. Haayy.. buhay.. tsaka yung mga tao din sa ym na nagtitiyaga akong kausapin, hello sa inyo. [libre bati?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, ei fave. Belated sayo. Binati na kita sa cbox mo. Hehe. Ayon sa aking blogspot dashboard, 111 na ang posts ko dito. So dapat magwish. Alam niyo ba yung kasabihan na pag straight 1.. dapat magwish. Mas effective nga daw yung 11:11 eh. Hehe. Ang corny ko di ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madaming special na tao na magcecelebrate ng birthday nila ngayong May. Lola ko, pinakamamahal kong pinsan [ate! Debut na! Woohoo!] sino pa ba. Alam ko meron pa. Titignan ko na lang sa friendster, nalimutan ko e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang wala talaga ko sa mood ngayon. Nahihirapan lang ako ilagay kasi medyo touchy talaga yung dahilan and ayoko makipag away ngayon. Baka kasi may matamaan sa ipopost ko [baka mabasa] kaya baka sa super close friends ko na lang sabihin o dun sa alam ko na hindi ako pagiisipan ng kung ano. Gusto ko lang kasi ishare yung feelings ko tungkol sa isang bagay. Pero dahil nga baka may matamaan, wag na lang. Pwde bang piliin lang yung pwedeng makabasa ng post mo sa blogspot? Buti pa sa livejournal, pwedeng piliin lang. Bahala na. Ikwekwento ko na lang sa alam kong willing makinig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun lang. Wala nang topic. Tama si anne at kim. Nauubusan din ng mailalagay. Ayoko naman na mapuno ng bad vibes tong blog ko sa paglalagay ng mga bad words, sama ng loob at kung ano ano pang unnecessary stuffs na magpapa down lang sa mga readers. Kahit paano may readers ako noh. Hehe. Mga loyal na tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta ta!&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/747318792821398024-2873872111098059968?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2873872111098059968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2873872111098059968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2873872111098059968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2873872111098059968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/something-something.html' title='something something..'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2392397885951884458</id><published>2007-04-23T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T15:20:40.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Random.. Randomsh..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Random na ang pagaayos ng mga section sa mandsci.&lt;br /&gt;Siguro ay mabuti din ito dahil at least, makakapag bond yung mga taong hindi close sa isa’t isa.&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon kasi ng lamat dahil sa pag rarank. Naranasan namin yung pagiisip ng ibang nasa lower sections na mayayabang at snob ang nasa higher sections. Meron ding nasa higher sections na hindi naiintindihan ang ugali ng nasa lower sections.&lt;br /&gt;Pero yun nga lang, may problema.&lt;br /&gt;Merong iba na ayaw tanggapin na hindi na naka rank at random na ang pagsesection. Sabi nila, sayang daw yung pinaghirapan nila. No offense mga pare, pero yung pinaghirapan naman natin last school year ay hindi para sa pagsesection. Para yun sa college natin. Ano bang napakalaking effect ng section natin sa pagkatao natin? Wala naman di ba? Nasa pagiisip yan. Kung insecure ka at di mo matanggap na mapupunta ka sa ayaw mo na section dahil sa RANDOM na pagpili, well, walang may kasalanan niyan. Kaya nga random di ba. Besides, ano naman ba ang isang school year? Para namang papatayin ka ng magiging kaklase mo di ba. Just look at the bright side of it… at least magkakaroon tayo ng time na bigyan ng chance yung mga taong hindi natin masyadong napapansin and nakakasundo noong nakaraang 3 taon. Sa totoo lang, medyo naiinis ako dun sa mga masyadong paranoid diyan sa decision na ginawa ng school. Last year mo na toh, sisirain mo pa ba dahil lang sa ayaw mong isipin ng mga tao sa labas ng school na kaya ka napunta sa current section mo e dahil hindi ka nag aral ng mabuti? Du’uh pare.. what the hell.. shut up na pwede. Masyang reklamador. Buti nga nasa mandsci ka pa e. Buti nga last year na natin toh. Magreklamo ka kung first year ka pa lang dahil 4 na taon mong kakargahin yang random na pagsesection na yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanggapin na natin. Kung ano yung atin, yun yung atin. Yun na! Later! ;)&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/747318792821398024-2392397885951884458?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2392397885951884458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2392397885951884458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2392397885951884458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2392397885951884458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/random-randomsh.html' title='Random.. Randomsh..'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-11072390426405211</id><published>2007-04-23T00:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T00:44:03.547+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quessies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='don&apos;t-mind-me'/><title type='text'>quench my thirst...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;Haloo people of the Philippines…&lt;br /&gt;Nagpalit nanaman ang dakilang babaita ng layout&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang mas comfortable ako sa layout ko ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Di masyadong dark, di masyadong light.&lt;br /&gt;Ika nga nila, “mellow” lang..&lt;br /&gt;Dahil jan may naisip akong joke&lt;br /&gt;Anong pagkain ang mellow lang?..&lt;br /&gt;E d marshMELLOW.. hihi.. korni di ba.. gawa ko yan..&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod din magpalit palit ng layout pero kung ikaw ay nasa kalagayan ko, malamang eh magagawa mo rin toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madami sigurong nakapansin na umariba yung iba sa nakaraang posts ko.&lt;br /&gt;Isipin niyo… nagdrama ako.&lt;br /&gt;Ang baho nga sa mata pag binabasa eh. [may ganun ba?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami ko talagang iniisip ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;Malamang eh masasapak nanaman ako ni jhemmy kung mababasa niya toh.&lt;br /&gt;Nabwibwisit kasi siya sa mga tanong ko sa buhay. Di bale, ako din naman naiinis sa tanong ko sa buhay eh… eto yung iba…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nakabantay lagi sakin yng paperclip dito sa ms word? Tinitignan niya ba tong tinatayp ko? O baka naman tayp niya ko? Arrgghh&lt;br /&gt;Bakit uso ang chain messages? Bakit tamad ako magpasa nito? Bakit hindi naman nagkakatotoo, lalo na yung isa na sabi magiging power ranger daw ako pag pinasa ko. Bakit ako pa rin si Rita, yung kalaban nung power rangers dati? [tignan mo.. fan ako niyan.. ahihi]&lt;br /&gt;Bakit laging madaling araw na ko kung matulog? Sa tingin niyo ba, sakit ito?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ako naiinis dun sa mga taong nang api dun sa killer sa Virginia tech? Dahil ba inaapi siya kaya niya lang yun ginawa? Naaawa siguro ako…&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ganun ang IBANG lalake na taga Malaysia.. ang pogi nila pag naka side view.. pag humarap.. medyo pumaling.. [no offense]&lt;br /&gt;Bakit uso ang pose sa mga pics na naka harang ng todo yung bangs sa mukha? Bakit uso ngayon ang pag label… bakit ka ileleybel? Produkto ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit umiikot ang mundo ng iba sa gf/bf nila? Ang korni kaya…&lt;br /&gt;Bakit random ang pagseseksyon sa mandsci?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ka nagseselos.. sila ba?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit pa ko online?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit may mga lalake o babae na mahilig mangloko ng kapwa nila?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit may manhid?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi ko makita yung mp3 ng when she cries? Tama ba yung title ko? Sino bang kumanta nun?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit laging pinipilit pag awayin ang la salle at ateneo?&lt;br /&gt;Eh ang la salle, ateneo, up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Korni na.. uwian na. Sagutin niyo yan para enjoy. Bading daw si victor basa, asa ha. Pogi nun eh. Hihi. Taken na si Jake Cuenca. Waha. Umaariba nanaman ako. Yaan niyo lang yan. Sabi nga ng kamikazee.. “libre lang mangarap”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-11072390426405211?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/11072390426405211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=11072390426405211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/11072390426405211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/11072390426405211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/quench-my-thirst.html' title='quench my thirst...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4995752435600672980</id><published>2007-04-19T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T16:02:10.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mushiness'/><title type='text'>First love, young love, puppy love... kahit ano pa yan.. love pa rin yan..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Nabuhay ako dati sa isang praktikal na mundo. Lumaki ako na nahihirapan makipag kaibigan sa iba. Hindi kasi ako sigurado kung totoo ba sila sa akin. Ayoko kasi na masaktan at maiwanan.&lt;br /&gt;            Noong pumasok ako sa isang bagong parte ng aking buhay, iniwan ko ang mga di magagandang karanasan sa aking nakaraan. Inakala ko na magiging maayos ang lahat. Pero, mali NANAMAN pala ako. Dahil sa ngayon ay hindi lamang ito naging maayos… naging perpekto pa ito sa paningin ko….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Madami akong binago. Ang dating ako na mas gustong tumahimik sa isang tabi ay naging “vocal” at nagpakatotoo. Mas nagtiwala ako sa sarili ko at sa kapwa ko. Akala ko ay handa na ko sa pagharap sa bago kong buhay… pero.. mali ako dahil may nakaligtaan akong bantayan… ang puso ko.&lt;br /&gt;            Ika nga nila “Love comes unexpectedly”. Oo na, tama na yan. Hindi ko yun inaasahan. Bigla siyang dumating. Binago niya ko. Napakalaki ng impluwensiya niya sa buhay ko. Hindi niya ito alam at wala din naman akong balak na sabihin pa yun sa kanya. Mas mabuti pa siguro na dalhin ko na lang yung hanggang sa hukay ko. Bakit?. Ano pa bang magiging epekto sa buhay niya ng pag amin ko? Sasaya ba siya dun? Hindi naman eh. Baka nga layuan niya pa ko lalo pag nalaman niya. Alam ko naman kasi ngayon na may nagpapasaya at kumukumpleto ng buhay niya. Sa totoo lang, masaya talaga ko para sa kanya. Kasi hindi niya naranasan yung naranasan ko. Hindi ko alam kung ok pa rin sila ng gusto niya pero umaasa ako na maayos pa sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Alam kong wala akong maipagmamalaki masyado dahil bukod sa isa akong hindi “maputi” na babae ay panget pa ako. Minsan tuloy ay naitatanong ko sa sarili ko kung ako ang nawawalang anak o kamag anak ni aling bakekang or bakeks for short. Ahihi. Ayos na sana post ko e. Ginulo pa sa dulo. Wahihi. Salamat sa pagbabasa!&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/747318792821398024-4995752435600672980?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4995752435600672980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4995752435600672980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4995752435600672980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4995752435600672980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/first-love-young-love-puppy-love-kahit.html' title='First love, young love, puppy love... kahit ano pa yan.. love pa rin yan..'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-7934921889283763696</id><published>2007-04-18T14:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:19:16.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><title type='text'>They all come and go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Each friend represents a world in us, a world possibly not born until they arrive, and it is only by this meeting that a new world is born.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ang bilis talaga ng panahon. Kada taon, may umaalis na lang. May pumupunta sa ibang bansa, may panandaliang umaalis at meron ding pang habang buhay na. Masakit mawalan ng isang kaibigan na pinagkatiwalaan mo at naging importanteng parte ng buhay mo. Pinipigilan mo na umalis sila pero time na mismo ang nagsasabi na dapat na silang umalis.&lt;br /&gt;May mga piling tao akong nakilala na nagpabago ng buhay ko. Sila yung mga taong sandali ko lang nakilala pero napakalaki naman ng epekto sa buhay ko. Hindi siguro nila alam toh dahil hindi ko naman kayang sabihin. Siguro nga duwag ako pagdating sa pag amin ng totoo kong nararamdaman. Ayoko lang siguro kasi na makasira nanaman ng isang maayos na relasyon. Baka magkamali nanaman ako. Baka may mawala nanaman. Tama na siguro yung mawalan ang isang tao ng isang importanteng importanteng parte ng buhay niya. Ika nga ni Joyce Carol Oates na isang writer…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I used to think getting old was about vanity—but actually it's about losing people you love.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ganyan din yung paniniwala ko dati. Napaka babaw ko kasi. Akala ko madali lang ang ikot ng buhay. Pero sa tingin ko, noong mga panahong iyon ganun talaga yung takbo ng isip natin. Bata pa tayo nun. Hindi lang tayo bata pagdating sa age, pero pati sa experience. Parang yun yung first time natin na sumabak sa isang giyera na wala tayong armas. Ni hindi natin alam kung sino yung kakampi natin. Siguro dahil sa mga paniniwala ko noon kaya nangyari yung mga di ko inaasahang bagay. Dahil takot akong masaktan dati, ginagawa ko yung alam kong tama. Yun nga lang, sa isang iglap, mawawala ang isang importanteng bagay. Parang paggising mo na lang. Wala na pala yung dahilan ng lahat. Nakakalungkot isipin pero totoong nangyayari yan. Akala ko dati, sa mga teleserye lang yan. Hindi pala. Siguro kung may hihilingin man ako ngayon sa buhay ko, yun yung pag ayos ng lahat. Lahat ng nawala kahit maayos lang, kahit hindi na bumalik…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-7934921889283763696?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7934921889283763696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=7934921889283763696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7934921889283763696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7934921889283763696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/they-all-come-and-go.html' title='They all come and go...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6761803556142202766</id><published>2007-04-18T14:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T21:43:11.043+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Guy Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I sought them far and found them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The sure, the straight, the brave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The hearts I lost my own to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The souls I could not save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;They braced their belts about them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;They crossed in ships the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;They sought and found six feet of ground,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;And there they died for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guy Friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;Dalawang taon na pala ang lumilipas. Ang bilis talaga ng panahon. Kanina, kausap ko si Paul at napag usapan naming dalawa yung mga nangyari sa nakaraang dalawang taon sa buhay namin. Sabi niya, yung kanya daw medyo boring. Nung turn ko na para magkwento, hindi ko alam kung saan ako magsisimula. Gusto ko sana na isa-isahin sa kanya yung lahat ng napagdaanan ko nung umalis siya, yun nga lang… hindi ko alam kung saan. Nahihirapan ako mag kwento sa dahilan na hindi ko alam. Siguro hindi ako ganun kagaling mag express ng feelings ko. Minsan nga hinihiling ko na sana, isang phone call lang ang layo ni Paul sakin. Para at least, nakakausap ko siya. Sa totoo lang, dalawa lang naman kasi silang lalake na talagang alam yung lahat ng nangyayari sakin. Si joseph at siya. Sila yung mga taong nalalapitan ko pag alam ko na kahit mga closest friends ko na puro babae e hindi ako maiintindihan. Sila lang yung nagtitiyaga sa mga drama ko sa buhay. Kanina napag usapan din namin ni Paul yung isa niyang kaibigan na babae. Niloloko ko kasi sa kanya yung babae kaya medyo napag usapan namin. Sabi ko pa nga sa kanya eh nagseselos ako. Pero siyempre, hindi naman talaga. Alam kong alam niya yun. Gusto ko nga na maging masaya siya with another girl e. Yung tipong hindi lang sila friends. Ang saya siguro pag ganun. Si joseph naman, nagka crush sa kung kani-kaninong babae. Actually pili lang talaga sila dahil alam niyo naman siguro yun, medyo pihikan sa babae. Kada sinasabi niya yung mga gusto niya, talaga naming nagrereact ako. Binibigay ko yung opinion ko sa babae. Grabe no. Daig ko pa magulang niya, e crush pa lang naman yun. Siguro, ugali ko lang talaga na magpaka sigurado pagdating sa mga bagay na may koneksyon sa puso. Ayoko lang siguro na maramdaman nila yung naramdaman ko. Wala akong kaibigan na gusto kong maramdaman yun. Alam ko na darating lahat sa puntong yun pero sana wag naman agad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I thank the Lord for friends. They can see you and your life so clear 'cause it's not their hearts all tangled up in it.&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/747318792821398024-6761803556142202766?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6761803556142202766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6761803556142202766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6761803556142202766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6761803556142202766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-sought-them-far-and-found-them-sure.html' title='Guy Friends'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6535766038031299696</id><published>2007-04-17T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T14:21:32.690+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Thingees'/><title type='text'>Feel The Heat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"&gt;Naku mga tao… Medyo concern na ko sa aking lumalalang habits ngayong summer. Isipin mo, napaka tindi talaga ng aking pagkaka bored kaya naman naghahanap ako ng mga bagay bagay na makakakuha ng aking atensyon. Sa ngayon, friendster, blog, at ym lang ang mga kaibigan ko. Sila lang ang mga nakakapagpasaya sa akin. Kung ako ang tatanungin, gusto ko talaga mag travel. Time travel pa nga kung pupwede, yun nga lang e hindi yung pwede kaya gusto ko na lang sana magtravel sa mga lugar lugar. Kahit diyan lang sana sa malapit lang naman na greenhills e ok na. Kaso ang pinaka malaking problema talaga eh wala naman akong pera. At kung may pera man ako, hindi pa ako ganun ka desperado na pupunta sa isang lugar mag isa. Ano ba. Uso ang kidnapping ngayon. Sa itsura kong toh, sigurado na kikidnapin nila ko. Kailangan kasi nila ng mananakot para mas dumami pa ang sumama sa kanilang mga kidnapper. Pero mga peepz, hindi na ko “kid” kaya mas mabuting teen-nappin na lang nila ako. At least, nirerecognize ang pagiging teenager ko. Tignan mo naman. Kung ano anong ideya na ang pumapasok sa aking mumunting isipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga pala. Niyaya pala ako ng kaibigan kong si Rickie na sumali sa pagsagot sa isang survey. Oo mga pare, pinapasok ko na rin ngayon ang mga ganoong propesyon. Ako ngayon ay magiging isang taga sagot ng survey. Aba hindi ito biro dahil ibig sabihin nito e importante ang aking opinion [imbento ko lang] at higit sa lahat… PERA TOH!. Oo, may bayad ang pagsagot. Sana ito yung 5oo survey. Ibig sabihin… 5oo ang ibabayad sa amin. Naku mga peepz, lalarga nanaman ako niyan at makikita niyo ko na pakalat kalat sa kung saan saan. Kung sino man sa inyo ang may lakad e kontakin niyo na ko dahil sasama ko sa inyo. Kahit sino ka pa. Basta kilala kita [ano daw?]. Kahit yung mga friendship ko diyan na dating taga mandsci, napaalis ng mandsci, umalis ng mandsci at feeling taga mandsci e welcome ako yayain. Basta nga kilala kita at ikaw ay hindi isang bandidong kawatan ng mga pirata. Ahihihi. Di ko alam ibig sabihin nun, pinagsama sama ko lang para kunwari makata ako.&lt;br /&gt;Oh siya siya, kontakin niyo na lang ako kung may lakad. Inuulit ko. Kahit sino, basta kilala ko. Ahihi… cge.. enjoy… ta ta!&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/747318792821398024-6535766038031299696?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6535766038031299696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6535766038031299696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6535766038031299696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6535766038031299696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/feel-heat.html' title='Feel The Heat...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1981951295794406926</id><published>2007-04-16T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T21:45:09.235+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Init!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Tagal matapos ng rounin ah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;manonood pa ko ng PBB..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;ano ba!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;ang tagal!&lt;br /&gt;iboto niyo pala si Chiz sa darating na eleksyon, pero dahil sa hindi pa tayo bumoboto, sabihin niyo na lang yan sa magulang niyo. Haha. Bakit si Chiz?... bakit hindi? siya ang kumanta ng Hallelujah, Tatsulok, F.U... oh di ba,.. BAMBOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;Ang tagal talaga matapos... huhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;yung daddy ko na fan ng maging sino ka man.. aba.. nakatulog na kakahintay.. pero pngako... hhntayin ko talaga... naku! nalimutan ko manood ng house of carters.. ggrr..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;ang dami kong nalimutan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;epekto ba ito ng pagtanda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;naghahanap pala ko ng guest writer para sa blog ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;kahit sino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;pauso queen nanaman ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;tsk.. paaalam muna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*may alaga akong pig... si pinky.. girl siya.. wag niyo aawayin.. mabait yan.. medyo rough lang yung ugali kasi nga "piglet" siya... wag niyo siyang tatawaging baboy.. conyo kasi siya e.. tsaka sosyal... cge.. salamat.. mas cute pa rin yung alaga ni martin.. tignan niyo na lang.. si martin jr.! hahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-1981951295794406926?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1981951295794406926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1981951295794406926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1981951295794406926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1981951295794406926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/init.html' title='Init!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4500711661395732302</id><published>2007-04-15T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T01:33:36.170+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guest'/><title type='text'>Guest again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;uuhmmm.. ang post na ito ay dala ng kalokohan ko @ ng may-ari ng blog na ito..Ü enjoi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the world is such a stupid place..&lt;br /&gt;sobrang dming bgai n nkakainis..&lt;br /&gt;sobrang dming bgai n nkk2wa..&lt;br /&gt;tpos meron pang love..&lt;br /&gt;ohh dbah.. wla nang ms gugulo pa!&lt;br /&gt;aun..recently mrming sumusira sa araw ko..&lt;br /&gt;hndee lng pla araw.. linggo! wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sari-saring tao na ang nkplibot skn..&lt;br /&gt;mai fC [feeling clows!] na ngbgai skn ng testee na prang gs2 kong sbihan ng oh-my-god-ur-so-sweet-ang-kpal-mo-nmn-bgyn-ako-ng-testi-eh-hndee-nmn-tau-close!! [woi sna mbsa mo toh..niahahahaha..]&lt;br /&gt;@ meron dn nmng mg pkealamera..&lt;br /&gt;@ higit sa lht.. ang isang misteryosong nilalang na ngttgo sa katauhan ni zarah [wahaha..xa ba un o hndee..malai nateeen!]&lt;br /&gt;inggit xa sa manaiBOGZ..! un UN..&lt;br /&gt;we suck dw?! huhh..? wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cgeh..serious..wahaha..uhhmm..ive read this ‘article’ or whatever about evry girls dreams [dw].. aun.. i’ll write the things na ntndaan ko.. or should i say tumama…wahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls hearts getting kissed in the rainhave a guy that thinks you're the world.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;[mnsn nlng kxe ung gni2ng guy.. some stupid guys thinks that girls are just like toys.. well FU.! there’s really much more to us than boobs and harlequins *next words are deleted*..!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;have a guy that holds on as long as possible when giving hugs..Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy that whispers he loves you in your ear ..Ü&lt;br /&gt;have that moment where you just gaze into each other's eyes [sumtyms girls just love to be taciturn.. it doesn’t mean its senseless dbah?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;when you cry, he kisses your tears away wearing his jacket or his sweatshirt ..and everytime you breath in, his scent surrounds you [more like of a hug..ehehe..dpt mbngo! ehehe..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy who will watch any movie with you, no matter how teary eyed you may get [and won’t think ur a jerk crying over a stupid movie!] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy that says he loves you and means it a guy that will play her favorite song outside her window ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy that will sing to you no matter how bad he is at it [hahaha..mai naalala ako..wahaha..chareeng! iris!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy that will kiss you on the forehead…[it’s sweet..Ü]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy that will call you beautiful or adorable...not hot, fine, or sexy [a guy who would call u the sexiest girl on earth even If u gained a freaking 1o pounds]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy that says cheesy stuff to you just to make u smile…Ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy that is the same when he is with you and when he’s with friends [meron pa kaia ne2?!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy that tells you everything honestly…[yeah..bad things are better if told..Ü might even share..ahaha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy that is good with your family and introduces you to his family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guy that will always let you win [sa asaran and stuffs… a guy who would make you win in a basketball game even if he’s the mvp or whatever..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy who will sit on the phone with you when you're sad, even if you're quiet [a guy who wouldn’t bug you with ano-ka-ba-magsalita-ka-naman stuffs..and knows when u need his voice..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy who runs his fingers through your hair, like he's washing your worries/troubles awayand lastly…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;a guy who would love you forever no matter the circumstance [amff..] {owner’s note: huhu… mushy…} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ginawa ito ng kaibigan kong si Venus. Lahat ng ito ay sa kanya galing at wala akong kasalanan sa kung ano mang mapupuna ninyo dito. Salamat!&lt;/em&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/747318792821398024-4500711661395732302?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4500711661395732302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4500711661395732302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4500711661395732302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4500711661395732302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/guest-again.html' title='Guest again!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-737354762483678881</id><published>2007-04-15T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T01:08:19.926+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Guest'/><title type='text'>Guest Writer... Venus!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;test ng mga ngshashadang @ baliw sa rum! [with matching side comments..Ü]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Nagcutting ka na.. [oo, 2nd yr plng ako ngcutting nq! wahahaha..geom un eh!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]Ginagawang Basketball/ Volleyball&lt;br /&gt;or kahit anong sports ang klasroom nio [mnsn lng ako mpsali sa liga s rum eh, wahaha.. pero ngwa ko na.!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Palabas labas ka ng rum pag&lt;br /&gt;nababagot [@ xmpre!! wahaha.. suki ako ni sir san juan sa 'sir may i go out?!' scenario! wahaha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Sumisigaw ka at ginagawang&lt;br /&gt;playground ang rum pag wlang teacher [oo.! muntikan pq mguidance ulet.! wahaha.. take note: ulet!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Hindi ka nakikinig sa&lt;br /&gt;mga sermon nila at madalas ay nakikipag sign language ka pa sa classmate mo ...[@ cnong aning aning ang mkkng sa sermon hahh?!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] nangongopya ka o NAGPAPAKOPYA ka&lt;br /&gt;kahit short quiz lamang [lamang?! oie quiz un! wahaha..xmpre lalo na sa PRECAL!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x]nahuli ka na pero hindi ka pa rin&lt;br /&gt;tumitigil sa pangongopya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tinataasan mo ng boses ang iyong&lt;br /&gt;titser [tentenenenenen! c mam hesyel! wahaha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Nakikinig ka sa ipod/mp3 mo habang&lt;br /&gt;naglelesson ang iyong titser [partners in crime: bliwlia, cheng @ eunice! wahaha.. it's either one of them]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Nangdoktor ka na ng mga test&lt;br /&gt;paper [uu..uhhmm..sa precal..wahaha..! wla n kxeng score kaia kwawa nmn..wahahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pinagtatawanan mo ang&lt;br /&gt;teacher mo at khit anong simpleng bgay&lt;br /&gt;n mppansin mo sa clasrum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Nagsusulatan kayo ng mga kaklase mo&lt;br /&gt;habang nagtuturo ang inyong guro [uu..wahaha..chat2!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] Kapag umalis ang inyong guro ay&lt;br /&gt;tinitingnan mo ang kanyang lesson&lt;br /&gt;plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Kumakain kayo habang&lt;br /&gt;nagtuturo ang inyong guro [yez..! wahaha.. most probably physics, english @ uhhmm.. precal tym! wahahaha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] nagtetext ka habang nagtuturo ang&lt;br /&gt;inyong guro [xmpre..wahaha.!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Tumatayo ka sa klase kahit hindi&lt;br /&gt;ka sinasabihang tumayo [oo! surveyor dw ako sbi ni mam hesyel! wahaha..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ ] nagsusulat ka sa blackboard para&lt;br /&gt;asarin ang adviser sa pagkaubos ng&lt;br /&gt;chalk [pesteng chalk d nmn maubos ubos!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Pag wlang kwenta ang subject at&lt;br /&gt;ang teacher sadyang masarap m2log [fee6 @ precal! wooohoo..freetym!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] Idinodrowing mo sa&lt;br /&gt;notebook mo kung ano ang itsura ng titser nio pag magalit [uu! ahaha.. andmi ko ng artworx! pero expert c chescka d2!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[x] dinadaldal mo ang mga tahimik sa&lt;br /&gt;rum pra 2luyan ng umingay ang klase [oo! c rona ang nvictim ko..mwahaha]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[last will and testament ko dn toh qng ska skaling mai epal na mkbsa at iprint at ibigai sa mga teachers ko..ahaha..o kaia nmn teachers ko mismo mkbsa..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ang mga datos tulad ng asignatura o pangalan ay pawang kathang icp lamanag..!! chareeng! wahahhaa..!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ito ay isang lame at lumang survey lamang.. wahahaha.. ero cute nmn dba..&lt;br /&gt;ito ay kwento ng bwat isa sa atin.. ngayon bukas @ magpakailanman.. wahahaha..!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Post po ito ng isa sa aking kaibigan na si venus... ako ay walang kinalaman sa kanyang post at kung ano mang mali ang inyong mapupuna ay wala akong kasalanan. Lahat ng nilagay niya dito ay base sa kanyang opinyon. Gusto mo ba siya makilala?... I-add na siya sa iyong ym... eto ang kanyang email address... forever_blue_08@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-737354762483678881?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/737354762483678881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=737354762483678881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/737354762483678881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/737354762483678881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/guest-writer-venus.html' title='Guest Writer... Venus!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6944151458482636315</id><published>2007-04-15T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:51:20.563+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Wow peepz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hook talaga ko ngayon sa PBB Season 2…&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba… siguro dahil sa boredom… dahil wala nang mapanood.. nagtitiyaga na lamang sa kung ano anong bagay.&lt;br /&gt;12:00 na ng umaga at buhay na buhay pa talaga ko, ewan ko ba kung ano ang dahilan. Hindi ako inaantok ngayon. Siguro dahil bored ako. Tama ba namang sisihin daw ang pagiging bored. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kain din ako ng kain ngayon. Salad, cookies, mcdo, chocolates, mcdo, mcdo, mcdo.. haha.. parang fast food yung tiyan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang ang sarap talagang gumimik ngayon, yun nga lang, broke ako. Wala na kong pera. Ang fruits of my labor e matagal nang naubos. Ang mahal kong stipend ay inanod ng dagat. Napaka bilis talaga. Ano bang nabili ko dun? Damit lang… magkano ang natira? 200.. napakamahal kasi ng bilihin ngayon. Dapat sa darating na eleksyon eh may kakandidato na mga teenager. Alam nila ang mga kinakailangan namin. Pero back to the topic kung may topic man, gusto ko talagang gumimik ngayon. Baka gusto niyo ko ilibre, willing naman ako. Yun nga lang, kung ikaw ay lalake… no strings attached nga ito ika nga nila. Habol ko lang talaga ang pang lilibre. Kita niyo naman, kumakapit na ako sa matatag. Wahaha. Sa greenhills, gusto kong pumunta dun dahil malapit lang. Tinatamad ako bumiyahe sa malayo dahil ang init. Pero kung may kotse ka dahil mayaman ka… OR BETTER… kung may driver ka, aba… tara na pare! MoA na… hihi… ang lantod ko di ba… ganyan talaga pag walang magawa, kumakapit sa patalim. Pero alam ko naman na unti lang ang makakabasa nito dahil unti pa lang ang readers ko, karamihan pa sa kanila eh mga kaibigan ko din kaya alam kong hindi sila mabibigla sa mga post ko. Baka mamaya mapuno tong ym ko ng offline messages ha… pag nangyri yun magugulat na ko… teka teka… wala ng sense yung post ko, dapat kasi ang topic ko e tungkol sa mga reality show, pero tignan mo, napunta sa wala. Hay naku talaga. Naalis si Kian sa PBB kanina, nakakainis, c dionne dapat. Crush ko pa naman si Kian. Grbe, weakness ko talaga ang mga suplado type na lalake. Ewan ko ba. I find them hot. Eeeww irish, tunog maniac ka. Haha! Teka, kung gusto mo ko iinvite na umalis. Aba aba, mag pm na lang sa ym ko.. or better.. sunduin mo ko sa bahay! Surprise kunwari. [pero malamang masusurpresa ko dahil hindi kita kilala.. STRANGER!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige… bye sexy people… [eeww ka talaga irish…]&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/747318792821398024-6944151458482636315?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6944151458482636315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6944151458482636315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6944151458482636315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6944151458482636315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/wow-peepz.html' title='Wow peepz...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5850558628649278503</id><published>2007-04-14T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T00:08:07.255+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='let&apos;s celebrate'/><title type='text'>1oo and counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hey hey hey mga pips…&lt;br /&gt;Eto na ang hinihintay ng iba…&lt;br /&gt;Ang aking mahiwagang pang-100 na post!&lt;br /&gt;Matagal na rin pala ang pagbablog ko…&lt;br /&gt;Dati rati kasi… ilang araw o linggo lang, di ko na tinutuloy.&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon.. eto na..&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga tanong niyo sa akin na alam kong bumabagabag sa inyo…&lt;br /&gt;So.. eto na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit ka corny?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napaka in demand ng tanong na yan. Hindi lang yan ngayon natanong, madaming beses na rin. Nung isang araw nga ay tinawagan pa ko ni dakilang joseph para I-explain sa kanya ang isang joke na galing sa akin na hindi niya gets. At eto na ang sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig ako sa joke tulad ng pagkakahilig niyo sa chocolate, pagba blog, paggamit ng ym at pakikinig ng musika. Kung isusuma total, parang ito ang nagpapasaya at nagpapaikot ng aking korny na mundo. Masaya ko sa pag imbento at paghahanap ng jokes. Naniniwala kasi ako na yun na lang ang mapagmamalaki ko kung saan nagagamit ko sa tama ang utak ko. Hindi naman ako katalinuhan kaya yun na lamang siguro. At least, lamang ako sa iba. Napaka korni ng sagot ko. Tignan mo naman di ba. Kahit sagot ko korni. Ganoon yun. Isa pa pala, mahilig akong kumain ng mais, tignan niyo ang epekto di ba. Malupit. Oo nga pala.. mas mabuti na ang corny na joke kesa sa sarcastic na joke… tama ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit Zengkay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Bilib it ur nat mga pips dahil yan sa aking lihim na pagkabata. Oh, anong iniisip niyo. Hmm.. talaga naman.. ibig sabihin ko kasi ganito. Nung bata ako, kahit na korni aaminin ko na naging fan ako nung pesteng hit na hit na anime na zenki. Putek, kabisado ko pa yung mga technique technique dun. Nakakahiya mang aminin, ganun talaga ko dati. Kaya nga nung lumaki ako at nireplay ang zenki, hindi na ko nanood uli dahil tiyak na kahihiyan lang ang katapat ko. Dahil nga sa pagiging fan ko nung bata pa ko, tinawag ako ng loka loka kong tita ng seng seng, yun nga lang ang bigkas niya eh “zeng” dahil nga daw siya ay “sleng”[slang]. Nakakainis talaga, dumikit na yung tawag sakin hanggang sa minanipulate ito ng pinsan kong lalake at ginawang zengkay. Ngayon tuloy, kahit na mag pipiptin na ko, zeng zeng pa rin tawag sa akin. Huhu. Nakakahiya pero ayos lang. Tanda daw yun ng pagmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irish ngayong pilay at nilalagnat si nikko, kung saka sakali na nasa tabi ka niya, ano ang gagawin mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwaw! Ang tindi ng tanong! Malamang e maraming curious sa isasagot ko. Siyempre tatagalan ko ang pagsagot para mabitin kayo. Haha. Sige na nga, korni na eh. Siyempre, dahil mabuti akong kaibigan at dahil naging mabuting kaibigan din si nikko. Susuportahan ko siya sa hinaharap niyang pagsubok. Kung sakaling ako man ang nasa tabi niya, hindi na niya aalalahanin ang pilay niya dahil sisiguraduhin ko na wala na yung pilay agad. Wow. Ang tindi ng pagmamahal ko di ba? Pano ko yun sisiguraduhin? Aba.. siyempre.. puputulin ko na ang kung ano mang parte ng katawan niya na may pilay. Tignan natin kung mapilay pa siya uli. Wahahahaha. Tapos may lagnat siya? Hindi na siya lalagnatin uli dahil ipapalaklak ko sa kanya araw araw ang 50 biogesic at 50 alaxan. Kung kulang pa, 20 bote ng tempra syrup ang iinumin niya. Hindi na siya magkakasakit dahil addict na siya. Wahaha. Peace tayong lahat. Haha. Joke lang yun. Naman… hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magkwento ka naman tungkol sa love life mo? Sino ba ang 1st love mo? 1st crush mo? Ano ang katangiang hinahanap mo sa lalake?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow… may isang uto uto na nagpauto. Ang tindi ng tanong mo neng. Pang miss universe yan ah. Pwede bang pass ang sagot? Mukhang mababatak ang tinatago kong reasoning skill jan ah. Hmmm.. teka.. sino ba ang 1st love ko? Siyempre si God.. huwaw! Showbiz ang sagot di ba. Oh siya sige na nga. Ang first love ko eh si… halata naman na di ba. Nakakaloko yata toh eh. Tsk.. nahihiya na ko.. hihi.. shy type? Next kuwestiyon, 1st crush? Haha.. nung kinder yata ako nun. Hindi ko alam na crush tawag dun. Binata na rin yung lalake. Ariel yung first name. Hayoop… haha… Katangiang hinahanap sa lalake? Wow naman, bakit interesado sa lablyf ko? Basta dapat kamukha ni brad pitt, Johnny depp, tom cruise, chad murray o james lafferty. Yun na yun! Pasado na! Haha…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Single ka?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Aba… hindi! Double ako! Tsskkk… Ano ba iyan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cell no. mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Pare… siguro naman may sarili kang no. di ba? Bakit kailangang hanapin mo yung akin? Tsk tsk.. kawawa ka naman…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bakit laging dark yung layout ng blog mo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Ewan ko… enjoy eh.. tsaka dun lang bumabagay yung mga font color ng mga post ko.. nakakatamad naman mag edit di ba.. mukha ba kong masipag? Tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss… what’s your name?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Eto na yata ang pinaka mind twisting question na natanggap ko. Napakahirap sagutin kaya hindi ko sasagutin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naniniwala ka ba sa serendipity?… eh sa love at first sight?…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;Naku mukhang pinapraktis ako sa pagsagot ng matino ah.. tsk.. ano ba.. serendipity… Aktuwali, nag reserts pa ko sa Microsoft Encarta dictionary para sa meaning niyan. Kasi ang alam nating lahat, yun yung sitwasyon kung saan kahit anong iwas mo, nangyayari o nakikita mo ang isang tao o isang bagay.. Ika nga ng iba, destiny daw. Soulmate daw. Kismet daw. Pero, kung iisipin natin at kung icocontradict natin, may possibility na ang serendipity ay isang good luck lang. Maaaring aksidente lang. Pero di ba, pag sinabing aksidente, minsan lang mangyayari. Pero ang serendipity, paulit ulit daw. Sa tingin ko… hmmm… may part ng sarili ko na naniniwala dito. Bakit hindi? Lahat ng tao may soulmate. Nanood ba kayo ng MMK? Tungkol yun dun. Nanood talaga ko nun kasi nacurious ako, sabi dun, hindi naman porke soulmate kayo e kayo na. Teka nga, lumalayo tayo. Siguro, medyo naniniwala ako dun. Pero hindi naman pwede na iasa na natin sa serendipity ang lahat, tayo pa rin naman kasi yung gumagawa ng sarili nating kapalaran and hindi ako masyadong naniniwala na hintayin lang dapat natin yung para sa atin. Isipin mo, pano kung siya din naghihintay? Naghihintayan lang kayo… hindi kayo magkikita… hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love at first sight?&lt;/strong&gt; HINDI YAN TOTOO…&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo pwedeng sabihin na porke nakita mo na ang isang tao at nakapalagayang loob mo na siya agad e mahal mo na siya. Aminin niyo na dumarating tayo sa point kung saan kahit na matagal na nating kilala ang isang tao eh hindi natin alam kung mahal natin siya. Paano pa kaya kung kakakilala pa lang natin di ba? Nakapa kumplikado ng love… bakit yan ang tinanong niyo.. huhu… *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First love never dies sabi nila, totoo ba yan para sayo? and, what's more special for u, frst love or last love??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First love dies… mahirap nga lang kalimutan.. huwaw! Ang tino! Haha.. pero sa tingin ko… namamatay din naman si first love… [si?.. tao? Haha]… ung memories lang naman kasi yung laging mahirap kalimutan kaya nagmumukhang mahal mo pa ang isang tao kahit na hindi na… next.. mas special.. hmm.. cguro… pareho silang special pero magkaiba lang ng level… kasi sa first love.. dun mo naramdaman lahat ng saya, hirap, dun mo naranasan na magmahal for the first time ng isang tao na hindi parte ng pamilya mo, hindi parte ng nakasanayan mong buhay. Tapos, yung last love naman, yun yung makakasama mo habang buhay. Siya yung tao na mahal ka kahit ano ka pa. And sabi nga sa isang quote… lahat ng babae, gusto nila na sila yung maging last love ng isang lalake. Totoo naman yun eh. Hehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow… nakakapgod mgsgot.. pro tapos na! Salamat sa mga nagtanong! I love you all!&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/747318792821398024-5850558628649278503?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5850558628649278503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5850558628649278503&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5850558628649278503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5850558628649278503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/1oo-and-counting.html' title='1oo and counting...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-586817992127935932</id><published>2007-04-11T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:42:23.817+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Thingees'/><title type='text'>Yun yun e..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Oo nga pala at summer na&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre, kahit umuulan, summer pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;Uso nanaman pala ang mga libreng tuli sa bawat barangay sa pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;Natatawa ko kada naiisip ko yung mga memories naming magpipinsan diyan sa tuli tuli na yan.&lt;br /&gt;Lumaki kasi ako na close sa mga pinsan ko sa father’s side.. kasama na dun yung mga lalake.&lt;br /&gt;Nung nagbibinata na sila, naisip na ng lola ko na nagpalaki sa amin na ipatuli na ang mga “big boys”. Haha. yun pa yung tawag sa kanila nun kaya nakakatawa. Ayun nga at dumating na ang pinakahihintay na panahon. Tatlo silang lalake nun na sinamahan naming mga babae kasama yung lola ko. Abah, biruin mo. Hindi ko talaga yun nalimutan. Kabado ang tatlo, tagaktak ang pawis at siyempre hinanda na din namin ang mga maluluwag nilang short, paboritong pagkain, at mga words of comfort. Para talaga silang bibitayin. Pumasok ang tatlo sa isang kuwarto sa hospital at naghintay din kami ng medyo matagal. Tinanong pa namin ng pinsan ko sa lola ko kung pati ba kami ay gaganunin. Siyempre, nagtawanan sila at sinabi na umalis na lang daw kami at bumili ng juice. Nakakainis talaga nun dahil pinagtawanan nila kami. Kasalanan ba naming uhaw ang aming mga utak nang panahon na iyon?…&lt;br /&gt;Dumating na nga ang tamang time at lumabas sila na hirap na hirap sa paglalakad. Para silang mga penguin na may lobo sa pagitan ng binti. Gamitin mo ang imahinasyon mo ng mabuti. Kung hindi gumana, baka kailangan mong magpatingin sa opthalmologist. Pag hindi pa rin, uminom ka ng baygon at sure ako na maiimagine mo na yan. Kinomfort naming sila at nagbayad na ang lola ko sa isang babae dun na ewan ko kung buhay pa ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Ilang linggo silang ganun kaya nakakatuwa silang tignan. Hindi ko alam kung bakit kailangan silang ganunin. Ano ba ang dapat nilang patunayan?. Pero in some ways, swerte rin sila dahil isahan na ang lahat ng hirap nila. E kami, buwan buwan. Pero di ko yata kaya makita ang isang part ko na pinuputol, kahit na naipong dumi lang yun o balat. Agghh.. Ngayon, binata na sila. May mga nililigawan na at sabi nila proud sila at natuli na sila. Pero bakit may mga banyagang bansa na hindi agree dito. Biruin mo, akala ko dati lahat nagpapatuli. Hindi pala. Ano ba yan, bakit ba eto ang topic. Siguro kung nababasa toh ng mga pinsan ko e ipapahiya nila ko sa susunod na reunion ng pamilya na sa Sabado gaganapin. Naku po. Pag nabasa nila toh. Irereminisce nanaman ang mga kahihiyan na nangyari sa amin nung mga nakaraang taon. Iniisip ko pa lang eh nagingilabot na ko. Sige. Paalam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-586817992127935932?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/586817992127935932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=586817992127935932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/586817992127935932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/586817992127935932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/yun-yun-e.html' title='Yun yun e..'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-256222479488329832</id><published>2007-04-11T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:43:51.285+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Buhay buhay lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Hay. Ano Ba Namang Buhay toh.&lt;br /&gt;Tignan niyo, kakagising ko lang kaninang 1 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Buhay batugan talaga oh.&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman kasi akong ginagawa dito sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kami mayaman na nakakapunta sa ibang bansa pag bakasyon.&lt;br /&gt;Buti pa yung nililigawan na kapatid ko.&lt;br /&gt;Nasa States. Nagbabakasyon. Eh kung tumira na lang siya dun di ba.&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ang sama eh noh.&lt;br /&gt;Pero sayang kasi pera niya, concern lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun nga, kagabi, pinipilit nanaman ako ng magulang ko na mag isip na nag course ko for college.&lt;br /&gt;Ilang beses ko bang sasabihin na ayoko muna mag isip kahit na kailangan na.&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ilang taon pa lang ako, tsaka naman noh… mag fifteen pa lang ako! Mag fofourth year pa lang ako! Ayoko pa mag college!!! Waaaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero tama din ang parents ko… kailangan ko na isipin yung future ko.&lt;br /&gt;Haayyy… parang kelan lang, gusgusin pa ko.. huhu…&lt;br /&gt;Ang tagal ko na pala sa Mandsci.&lt;br /&gt;Kasabay ko ng tumanda si Sir Septimo…&lt;br /&gt;Huhu.. ang tanda tanda niya na… hahaha.. ang sama noh.. pag nabasa niya toh baka di ko pa matapos huling taon ko s hs.. haha&lt;br /&gt;Ano bang magandang course.. sa totoo lang nagpromise ako sa sarili ko na magiisip ako ngaung summer vacation para paghandaan yung college life ko. Kaso, siyempre, ako pa! Kelan ba ko nag isip ng matino…&lt;br /&gt;Walang kwenta tong post na toh.. puro random lang..&lt;br /&gt;Di toh katulad ng kinatuwaan ng iba na Life of a singleton&lt;br /&gt;Nagsusulat lang naman ako ng ganun pag sinisipag ako e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aalis ako sa Pilipinas.&lt;br /&gt;Pero babalik ako.&lt;br /&gt;Papatunayan ko muna sa mga walang bilib sakin na hindi lang ako “ganito”&lt;br /&gt;Na lahat ng sinabi nila sakin na mali eh mali talaga..&lt;br /&gt;Babalik talaga ko.&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng tao na dinadaan daanan lang ako at minaliit ako.&lt;br /&gt;Magugulat kayo.&lt;br /&gt;Magugulat talaga kayo.. kasi siyempre gugulatin ko kayo.. ahihi&lt;br /&gt;Ok na sana.. seryoso na eh.. humirit pa..&lt;br /&gt;Pero siyempre, hindi naman totoo na aalis ako.&lt;br /&gt;Mamaya may tsismis na kumalat, sabihin pa aalis na ko.Hehe. Dito muna.&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/747318792821398024-256222479488329832?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/256222479488329832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=256222479488329832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/256222479488329832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/256222479488329832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/hay.html' title='Buhay buhay lang'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-3430840124316390823</id><published>2007-04-10T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T21:30:56.018+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poof'/><title type='text'>Huling Alas</title><content type='html'>Dahil katapusan na ngayon ng princess hours...&lt;br /&gt;Ilalabas ko na ang mga tinatago kong alas...&lt;br /&gt;Mga picture na never before seen...&lt;br /&gt;At ewan ko kung ipapakita..&lt;br /&gt;Cute sila kaya ipapakita ko na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 341px; HEIGHT: 683px" height="768" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q283/simpleyetfab/janelleandgianphoto.jpg" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang cute ng pic na yan...&lt;br /&gt;Ang simple lang tignan..&lt;br /&gt;Parang hindi sila naging part ng royal family di ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 338px; HEIGHT: 291px" height="359" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q283/simpleyetfab/theroyalgrandson.jpg" width="299" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Royal Son! cute ha.. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q283/simpleyetfab/weddingpic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats! haha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-3430840124316390823?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/3430840124316390823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=3430840124316390823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3430840124316390823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/3430840124316390823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/huling-alas.html' title='Huling Alas'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5477417412316321746</id><published>2007-04-10T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T17:03:16.600+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Life Of A Singleton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You woke up. Got up from your bed. Faced the mirror and combed your hair. You started to hum this cute cute song that is stuck on your mind right now. You're trying to remember where you heard that song. Then. Wham! yeah... you and your bf's favorite love song. Then. Wham again! Shoot! You just broke up..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well.. Welcome To The Life of A Singleton!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yeah.. problema sa iba ang pagiging single&lt;br /&gt;Aminin na natin yan, may mga taong judgemental.&lt;br /&gt;Pag sinabi mong single ka.. iisipin nila agad na loser ka.&lt;br /&gt;Or worst, wala kang social life. Double Ack!&lt;br /&gt;Du’uh! Napaka cruel naman yata ng social scene ngayon ng mundo di ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly… being single is no big deal. Promise! Aminin niyo mga readers! Haha&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. oo.. masarap yung may kasama ka na nasasabihan mo ng daily ramblings mo, opinions mo, and the usual stuffs. Pero di ba.. may mga friends naman tayo para diyan. I can’t see the point kung bakit nagpapaka judgemental ang ibang tao. Porke ba single ka you’re an ugly duckling na?… ugghh… sobra naman yun… me? I’m single! And I am SO not ready para sa isang commitment. May best best best guy friend ako na nasasabihan ko ng mga problema, so… ano pang kailangan ko?… I’m surrounded by these wonderful and gorgeous people na ready akong tulungan lagi. Kahit walang guy ngayon na nagpapatibok talaga sa heart ko… may wonderful and uber handsome crushes naman ako na hindi lang advantage ang itsura. Exciting na adventure din yung makita sila unexpectedly during your worst moment. Haha. Yun yung masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No commitment. No Jealousy. No Scandals. No Fights. No GIRLS getting angry at you. No Tsismis. No Everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy your single life! Cause I am SURELY enjoying mine… teehee…&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Somewhere along the line, I started hurting the people I care most about, and I can't figure out how to stop. – Dan Scott, One Tree Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-5477417412316321746?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5477417412316321746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5477417412316321746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5477417412316321746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5477417412316321746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-of-singleton.html' title='Life Of A Singleton'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-614448225188929220</id><published>2007-04-10T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T12:03:20.111+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#999999;"&gt;Kakadating ko lang galing sa “science”.&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre nakuha ko na yung card ko at nagawa ko nang maka catch up sa social life ng mga tao tao.&lt;br /&gt;At napansin ko din na uso ang stripes.&lt;br /&gt;Pumunta ko dun na nahihirapan magdesisyon kung ano ba ang tamang suotin.&lt;br /&gt;Kung ikaw ay taga mandsci at gusto mo pa ng maayos na social life,&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan na angkop sa pupuntahan mo at okasyon ang susuotin mo.&lt;br /&gt;Madaming mapanuring mata dito at talaga naming tititigan ka nila mula ulo hanggang paa.&lt;br /&gt;Yun nga lang, ngayon, batch na namin ang nagpapanuring mata.&lt;br /&gt;Madaming nang okray, madaming nambati.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya bago umalis, inipon ko na ang buong self esteem ko at rumampa palabas ng bahay.&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre suot ko yung black and white stripe dress na garterized… mahirap siyang idescribe pero pag sinabing garterized… pwede mo siyang gawing off-shoulder, off ang isang shoulder, o isang simpleng blouse. Siyempre simpleng blouse lang ang ginawa ko. Under ng damit na yun, nag skinny jeans na lang ako para safe. Then wedge shoes na color pink. Ayun, inakala ko na out talaga at panget ang suot ko. Pagdating ko.. tentenenen… aun.. may nasulyapan na kong stripes… sabi ko na nga ba.. ang dami kong makakagaya. Pero ok lang, ako lang naman kasi yung timang na nakaisip mag skinny jeans.. *wheeww*&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre ang “babaw” ng entry ko di ba… damit lang yung knwento ko. Eh ano ba naming dapat kong ikwento? Nakikita nman kasi ang personality ng tao sa pananamit niya di ba. OK lang yan. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige.. ano bang pwedeng pag usapan. Ahhmm… wala eh.. ayoko naman maglagay ng seryosong topic dito dahil una, hindi ako seryosong tao at pangalawa, hindi talaga ko mahilig mag seryoso. Kanina nga pala ay nakita ko si Dakilang Joseph at.. nanghampas pa.. haha, sino pa ba, siyempre yung MB nakita ko din, at pinakuha pa ng bruhildang angee ang kanyang card sa aking mother dear. Hehe. Sinusulyap sulyapan ko din sa james lafferty look-alike pero mukhang wala siya. Tsaka naalala ko na off muna pala ko sa boys. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagiisip na ko ng magulang ko ng course na gusto ko. Eto lang naman ang gusto ko sa buhay eh : UMALIS!.. I mean.. mag travel, pumunta sa iba’t ibang lugar… iexplore yung mundo. Yun lang.. naku secret yan ha.. Bigyan niyo naman ako ng suggestion ng course na bagay sakin at pwede kong kunin. Malay niyo, kayo pala ang susi sa aking tagumpay. Haha! tayo ang pag asa ng bayan! Mabuhay!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;When I fell to the floor tonight, I was so scared, I was so terrified. Then I saw you, and I promised myself that if I could just get up, I'd walk over to you... I'd tell you how much I need you and how much I want you... and how nothing else matters. – Nathan Scott, One Tree Hill&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/747318792821398024-614448225188929220?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/614448225188929220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=614448225188929220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/614448225188929220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/614448225188929220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/future.html' title='Future'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-8876858325641434539</id><published>2007-04-09T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:47:08.443+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Yeah! woohoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I deeply apologize for my previous post in this blog…&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko na sobrang panget nung nabasa niyo…&lt;br /&gt;But.. In my opinion.. yun na lang yung way para malabas ko lahat ng bottled up feelings ko…&lt;br /&gt;Vocal ako sa mga opinions ko.. pero sa feelings ko.. hindi talaga…&lt;br /&gt;Haayy.. yaan niyo yun..&lt;br /&gt;Hihi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. umpisahan na natin…&lt;br /&gt;Bukas ay ang pinakaaabangang bigayan ng ugghh.. cards!…&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko sanang itanong kung pwede na kami na lang ang kumuha..&lt;br /&gt;Una kasi.. masisira ang sched ng aming pinakamamahal na prents…&lt;br /&gt;Pangalawa.. Pano pag nagkayayaan di ba…&lt;br /&gt;Pangatlo.. acckkk… yung grades ko!&lt;br /&gt;So.. ayun.. actually hindi toh seryoso na post..&lt;br /&gt;Nilagay ko lang talaga toh dahil bored na bored na ko..&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong dapat naguumpisa na ko sa pag iisip ng balak ko sa college…&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre.. kailangan na talaga…&lt;br /&gt;Yun nga lang.. nakakatamad!!!&lt;br /&gt;Waaa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang.. madami akong pangarap sa buhay… kahit hindi halata.. madami talaga…&lt;br /&gt;Tara na at isa isahin natin… [parang nagporpromote noh…]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yumaman…&lt;br /&gt;- sinong baliw ang hindi yan pangarap? Ang marinig ko lang na kamag anak ko at kaparte ako ng yaman ng mga ayala o cojuangco ay isa nang musika sa aking tenga paano pa kaya pag si bill gates pala ang nawawala kong ama… wow pare.. rock and roll toh… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henyo&lt;br /&gt;- Kahit isang araw lang.. pangarap ko yan.. ang mapunta sa akin ang katalinuhan ni einstein, Newton, descartes, Aristotle at kung sino sino pa diyan na magagaling na tao.. masaya na ko nun… pero siyempre.. isang araw ko lang yan hiling.. ibabalik ko din ang mga utak nila.. mahirap na.. ayoko mahuli ng mga pulis sa kasong pagnanakaw…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sikat&lt;br /&gt;- Siyempre.. with great looks comes great responsibility.. walang konek yun dahil inimbento ko yun pero gusto ko talagang maging sikat. Kahit sa anong paraan… pwera siyempre sa pagbebenta ng laman dahil mukhang malulugi ako dun. Pero gusto ko talagang sumikat… buti pa si cofibean, sa pagiging masama niya at mapang api.. sumikat siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Model&lt;br /&gt;- ewan ko ba… naiinggit ako kila piolo at sam. Ang lalaki ng mukha nila sa EDSA, akala mo naman sobrang sikat na talaga sila. Nakakainis, puro na lang mapuputi yung nakikita ko. Bakit di nila ilagay yung mga kayumanggi dun. Mga morena at Moreno… tulad ng kuya germs.. German Moreno.. corny di ba.. tawa ka na lang.. si alma Moreno din pwede.. haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOKS&lt;br /&gt;- Bakit? Makakamtan ko ba ang pagiging model kung panget ako? Siyempre hindi. Ano bang mapapagmalaki ko? Yung mata kong peke? Naman ha! Kailangan ko ng looks… I need the height… the bod [BOD!! Yeah! Haha], the complexion, the face.. in short.. EXTREME MAKEOVER! Wahaha.. pero may isa naman akong mapapagmalaki e.. my oozing sex appeal.. nakakadiri di ba.. sabi sayo e.. kung ibebenta ko yung laman ko dun sa circle.. luging lugi ung mamasang ko.. tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;Yan muna.. enjoy!… haha.. later!&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/747318792821398024-8876858325641434539?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8876858325641434539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=8876858325641434539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/8876858325641434539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/8876858325641434539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/yeah-woohoo.html' title='Yeah! woohoo!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4377517186740837754</id><published>2007-04-09T15:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T20:48:42.034+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Sobra na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Yaan niyo ko ilabas ang sama ng loob ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Ako si Irish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Alam ng lahat ng nakakakilala sa akin kung gaano kagulo ung ugali ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Nanakit ako.. oo.. aminado ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;prangka ako.. oo.. totoo yun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;pero siguro.. alam niyo naman kung pano ko maging kaibigan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;ipaglalaban ko hangga't kaya ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;pero bakit ganun... lagi na lang namimisinterpret ng ibang tao yung ugali ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;kesyo maldita daw ako, manhid daw ako, eto pa yung masakit... "mababaw" daw ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;akala ng iba.. physical appearance lang yung tinitignan ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;hindi naman ako ganun e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;bakit naman ganun sila mag isip...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;di ba tao naman ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;may mga kaibigan ako at may mga kasundo akong tao na hindi perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;kahit naman ako hindi perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;wala naman kasing perfect na tao sa mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;pero bakit ganun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;may mga tao na hindi siguro nila namamalayan.. pero.. sa mga sinasabi nila tungkol sakin... nagmumukha akong mababaw...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;hindi.ako.mababaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;marunong naman ako magmahal ha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;bakit.. pag nagmamahal ba ako ano bang tinitignan ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;ung mukha niya lang ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;ung pagiging sikat niya lang ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;hindi naman ah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;tinanggap ko lahat ng ugali nia.. masama man or mabuti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;pero bakit iniisp ng iba..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;physical apperance lang lagi yung napapansin ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;malalim din ako na tao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;hindi halata.. pero totoo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;wala na kong pake ngaun kahit mabasa pa toh ng kung sino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;alam ko pagsisisihan ko toh.. pero.. ang sama lang talaga ng loob ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;aarrgghh... wag niyo naman ako ijudge ng ganun ganun lang..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;oo na.. panget na ko.. shheesshhh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-4377517186740837754?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4377517186740837754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4377517186740837754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4377517186740837754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4377517186740837754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/sobra-na.html' title='Sobra na...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4979657434558011321</id><published>2007-04-08T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:21:33.193+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Stuffs'/><title type='text'>tons of "kahilingan"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Wish wish wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;wish wish wish...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;hihi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;don't you just love wishes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;the magic wherein we believed that those stuffs that we want the most could be reached.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Me?.. yeah.. i love wishes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;i love them soo much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;that I am practically living in a world full of wishes... broken promises... and deception...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I am stupid to believe that wishes are ALWAYS reachable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;That they ALWAYS exist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;haayyy.. now? Am I sorry for those wishes that I wished for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;nope... coz those things made me believed that sometimes... yes.. sometimes... wishes do come true.. not today.. but maybe tomorrow...&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/747318792821398024-4979657434558011321?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4979657434558011321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4979657434558011321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4979657434558011321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4979657434558011321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/tons-of-kahilingan.html' title='tons of &quot;kahilingan&quot;'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-985237399309904794</id><published>2007-04-05T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-09T14:57:47.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Thingees'/><title type='text'>Holy Week...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Siyempre naglalabasan na ang mga sari-sariling pakulo ng bawat tao...&lt;br /&gt;Umpisa nanaman ng pagpapadugo ng mga tao sa kanilang katawan...&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba kung bakit kailangan gumanun...&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba sila nasasaktan?...&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman sa sinasabi ko na mali siya...&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi ba sila nahihirapan dun?...&lt;br /&gt;Besides... si Jesus nga nagpapako na sa krus para sa kasalanan natin e...&lt;br /&gt;Sana pala lahat na lang ng tao nagpa pako sa krus...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Bukas ay pupunta pala kami sa aming probinsya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;malamang kung aning aning na bagay nanaman ang makikita ko dun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;di bale...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;kayo ang una kong kwekwentuhan kung saka-sakali...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;teka... maglalaro muna ako at mangangarir sa malupit kong laro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;haha.. cge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;ta ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-985237399309904794?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/985237399309904794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=985237399309904794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/985237399309904794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/985237399309904794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/holy-week.html' title='Holy Week...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-661171210545599810</id><published>2007-04-02T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T20:28:53.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><title type='text'>Virtual Village... at kung ano ano pa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Dahil bored na bored ako ngayong bakasyon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Napagdesisyunan ko na maglaro na lamang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pumunta yung pinsan kong lalake dito kanina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at nag install ng kung ano anong corning laro sa pc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hihi.. alam niyo naman na mababaw ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tapatan mo lang ako ng isang bagay na ikakasaya ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ok na... wala nang problema..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;kaya eto ako... nagpapakaadik sa pagbabantay sa aking virtual village..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;masakit ang kamay dahil sa diner dash 2...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;masakit din ang kamay dahil sa shop mania...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;at siyempre dahil sa impluwensiya ni dakilang joseph..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;naglalaro nanaman ako ng pokemon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;magkasundong magkasundo nga kami ng kklse ko dati e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;take note.. lalake un..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;haha.. pano.. yung mga nilalaro niya na akala niya siya na lang ang naglalaro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ehem.. nilalaro ko din...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;gnyan tlga.. bored e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;geh.. dito muna.. ang daming online.. ang saya... hehe...&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/747318792821398024-661171210545599810?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/661171210545599810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=661171210545599810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/661171210545599810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/661171210545599810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/virtual-village-at-kung-ano-ano-pa.html' title='Virtual Village... at kung ano ano pa...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1908682767071938170</id><published>2007-04-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T21:12:10.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Australia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nung January, pumunta ang aking tito/pinsan [kasi asawa siya ng pinsan ko talaga]/friend/ewan.. blablah... sa Australia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Dapat talaga ay pupunta sila dun ng pinsan ko [na asawa niya] kasama ang anak nila. Pero dahil sa unting problema, hindi nakasama ang pinsan ko at pamangkin ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Napag kwentuhan kanina ng aming "angkan" sa father's side ang pag alis ng asawa ng pinsan ko. Sa totoo lang, kung ako yung tatanungin, hindi muna ko babalik sa pinas. Biruin mo, weekly ang sweldo mo... at pag kinonvert daw ang sahod niya, aabot ng *drumroll muna* 150,000 a month yung sweldo niya. Alam kong di yun biro, sa isang ordinaryong Pilipino, sweldo niya na yun sa buong taon.. o kaya naman.. hindi man lamang umaabot ang sweldo ng isang Pinoy taunan sa halagang iyon. Eto pa... manager ang pinsan ko ng Jollibbee... kaya isipin mo... naguumapaw ang pera nila. Kahit bigyan ng pinsan ko ang angkan namin ng tig 5,ooo., wala lang yun sa kanya dahil bawing bawi naman. Isa lang ang anak nila at sa January 2008, susunod na ang pinsan ko at pamangkin ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Kung iisipin natin, ang sarap ng buhay nila. Ako nga rin nabigla nang malaman ko yun. Hindi na rin kailangan gumastos ng todo ng asawa ng pinsan ko dun sa Australia dahil lahat ay sagot ng kumpanya niya kasama na ang *show money* na dahilan kadalasan ng di pag alis ng isang Pinoy. Wala na rin siyang problema sa pagkuha sa pamilya niya dahil sagot ito ng kumpanya. Ayos na sana ang lahat, yun nga lang, todo pala ang discrimination sa Australia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Hindi naman sa masama ang tingin ko o mababa ang tingin ko sa mga taga doon. Sinasabi ko lamang ang isang katotohanan. Hindi naman siguro lahat ng "aussie" ay ganun, pero sabi ng asawa ng pinsan ko, karamihan daw ang ganoon. Sa mag aapat na buwan na pamamalagi niya sa bansang iyon, naranasan niya na daw na kumain sa labas... hindi yung iniisip mo na sa restaurant.. labas na literal ang ibig sabihin ko... eto pa... silang mga pinoy daw ay kumain sa labas... sa tabi ng kanal ba yun o ilog... parang napakasama naman yata nun dahil tao naman tayong lahat di ba... pag pumupunta ba sila dito ginaganun natin sila? hindi naman... yan kasi ang problema sa atin... winewelcome natin sila [dahil siyempre... mahirap lang ang bansa natin... pera ang dala nila] tapos yung mga pinoy na tumutulong sa pag asenso ng bansa nila.. binabastos nila...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Nakakainis talaga yun... hindi ko tuloy alam kung ano ang itatrato nila sa pamangkin ko... nasabi ko naman siguro o nabasa niyo naman siguro sa profile ko dito na napapagkamalan akong Indian minsan dahil sa kulay ko.. at oo.. nasa lahi namin yun... yun nga lang yung pamangkin ko... ehem.. medyo mas malala.. ehem ehem.. kulay african lang naman siya... o sige.. masyado naman yun... kulay uling na lang.. naku masama din.. basta isipin mo... MAITIM.. pero hindi siya kulay tsokolate... napag isip isip tuloy namin na gawan ng paraan ang pagka itim nia... [sa totoo lang... 2 years old pa lang siya] eto ang mga tips ng aming angkan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;1. Magpa Belo siya dahil mayaman naman siya... yun nga lang.. may kutob kami na hindi yun eepekto... kung eepekto man.. siguro for 24 hours lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;2. Magpakuskos siya ng balat 24/7.. yun nga lang.. kawawa naman ang eskobang gagamitin pati na rin ang sangkatutak na sabon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;3. Galing toh sa daddy ko... Ibabad daw sa flour.. hindi lang ibabad.. pagulung gulungin pa.. pero siyempre.. mahirap... pano pag naligo siya... tsaka mamaya maiprito siya.. kawawa naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;4. Buhusan ng pintura... yan talaga ang matindi.. medyo kakapit ang kulay.. yun nga lang.. medyo magastos.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;5. Hayaan na siya.. sus... pag dating niya dun mamumula naman siya... sabihin niya na lang na nasobraan siya sa "tan", baka sumikat pa siya dun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&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 align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ayan... babalitaan ko kayo kung aalis na sila.. haha!&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/747318792821398024-1908682767071938170?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1908682767071938170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1908682767071938170&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1908682767071938170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1908682767071938170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/04/australia.html' title='Australia...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1259156787163802505</id><published>2007-03-31T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T12:21:24.496+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Thingees'/><title type='text'>Soo Hot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Waa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;what's the temperature outside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;soo freakin hot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I've been going to greenhills since thursday and it's soo hot there!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;arrgghh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vacation just began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;and tons.. I MEAN TONS of people [especially mandsci students] are telling me that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;they are so bored... [who's not?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss my classroom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss my classmates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss the rubber tree...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss the benches in the lane...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I miss the garden benches...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I even miss the [empty?] aquarium...  *sob*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;I even miss the classes [slight...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Boring.. boring.. boring.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;what a life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;We're going to Bulacan for the holy week.. and I can now feel the heat of the sun... arrghh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;lucky paul who's in canada right now... lucky j.o. who's in states right now.. luck aeon who's in new zealand right now.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;huhu.. what a life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-1259156787163802505?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1259156787163802505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1259156787163802505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1259156787163802505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1259156787163802505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/soo-hot.html' title='Soo Hot...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2728025995358483778</id><published>2007-03-29T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-31T17:38:09.221+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Stuffs'/><title type='text'>We're Not Ugly Just Because We're Not Mestizas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Talk about discrimination...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;People are soo wrong to judge people easily just because of their color...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I hate it when people will stare at you and compare you to the nearest mestiza nearby...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's not our fault that we're not like them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;plus... filipinos are BORN to be morenos/morenas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I just got home from greenhills and I saw this mestiza girl and morena girl... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I heard two "tinderas" comparing the two girls...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I feel bad for the morena coz those "tinderas" were complimenting the white one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;while the morena was forsaken and left out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's just so mean...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I mean.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;THAT girl is a filipino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;so why can't those people appreciate her looks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;honestly... the morena is way prettier than her friend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;the ONLY advantage of her friend is her complexion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;that's all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;it's so unfair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;as in!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 238px; HEIGHT: 233px" height="272" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q283/simpleyetfab/Ican.jpg" width="238" 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/747318792821398024-2728025995358483778?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2728025995358483778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2728025995358483778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2728025995358483778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2728025995358483778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/were-not-ugly-just-because-were-not.html' title='We&apos;re Not Ugly Just Because We&apos;re Not Mestizas...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2285670997251069009</id><published>2007-03-29T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T13:33:20.858+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Bakit...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Bakit may mga tao na laging bukang bibig na lang yung mahal nila...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;bakit kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;ok lang naman na isipin mo lagi mahal mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;pero di ba dapat nasa lugar pa rin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;yung iba kasi parang kada salita na lang or post sa bulletin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;puro na lang... "i love him but he doesn't love me...", "mahal ko siya e", "miss ko na xa".. tsk..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;naman ha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;madami pang bagay sa mundo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;di lang yan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;sakit sa mata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;don't get me wrong...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i'm not numb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;I DO fall in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;but...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nadaanan ko na yang stage na yan na puro yung mahal ko lang yung iniisip ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;and.. mali yun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;as in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;i neglected my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;yung mga taong kahit na iwanan ka ng mahal mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;nandiyan pa rin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;pagtitiisan ka... kasi ganun ka nila kamahal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;see?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;there are small things in life that seem so unimportant...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;but.. those things are the one.. who'll save us from the loneliness that will hunt us pag sinaktan tayo ng taong akala natin hindi tayo iiwan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-2285670997251069009?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2285670997251069009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2285670997251069009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2285670997251069009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2285670997251069009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/bakit.html' title='Bakit...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-79341474051961080</id><published>2007-03-28T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T21:59:38.808+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Kismet...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;LSS lang... thanks to you angee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;This is all your fault...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;puro kismet na lang yung paulit ulit sa utak ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;kung hindi kismet... way back into love.. tsk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Galing SM.. I'm too tired to even think about those stuffs that we did...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;haayy.. jhemmy.. remember the coffee?... haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;happy 3rd monthsary rhazel and tope...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;happy bday tope!&lt;br /&gt;happy graduation seniors of mandsci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;happy uhm.. day?.. haha [cornee]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*yawn*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i'm tired... vacation starts tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;haayyy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;joseph! let's start the phone marathon! haha... same to you.., jean and carla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ta ta!... later!&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/747318792821398024-79341474051961080?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/79341474051961080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=79341474051961080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/79341474051961080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/79341474051961080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/kismet.html' title='Kismet...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2775579841145948875</id><published>2007-03-27T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T21:00:25.050+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Thingees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Umiyak Tumawa... Paalam Na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Isang bagong tapos na school year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;fresh na fresh pa siguro sa isip ng lahat yung mga nangyari...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Kelan lang... bagong pasok lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Medyo di pa close...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Layo Layo pa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pero tignan mo nga naman ang panahon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;After 1o looonnngggg months of studying... cramming... laughing... crying... fighting... talking and the stuffs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Here we are... closer than ever... those 1o long months also added a few years to our inner age... we became more mature... we think first before we talk... we care about the feelings of others... we value other people's opinion... in short... we're now a better person... we learned from our past mistakes... and we're ready to leave those thorns that had once stabbed our young hearts and minds... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;We are know ready to face the world... better than ever... stronger than before...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Lots of things happened in the past... stuffs that we don't want to remember... still... before erasing those sorrowful memories.. let's not forget that those things are the reason why we are here... why we are like this.. and why we still exist...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank You To Everybody Who Had Been A Part Of This Memorable Experience...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thank You So Much... Thank You!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*senior year... here we come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*thanks sa lahat ng teachers and tao na tumulong sa section namin and sa batch namin... we really appreciated your help... tapos na kami ngayon sa pinaka mahirap na year sa mandsci... tapos na ang third year... ngayon marami na kaming alam... at mas ready na kami na harapin yung mga bagay na naghihintay samin.. thank you everyone! lalo na sa mga teachers na naging part ng 1o months namin... actually... hindi lang for 1o months ang stay niyo sa buhay namin.. it will be forever.. ang dami niyong naturo... hindi lang mga variables, hindi lang chi square test, hindi lang angle teta, hindi lang molar mass, hindi lang mga bone and bone marking, hindi lang electricity,  hindi lang si Richard Cory, hindi lang sila Voltaire, hindi lang drugs.. hand signals sa volleyball at basketball.. si Vincent Van Gogh..., hindi lang mga teorya sa filipino... Alam niyo kung ano pa?... mga lessons sa buhay... maging matapang, maging ready sa lahat, mag aral at maniwala sa sarili... bakit kaya tayo laging tinatanong ng mga teachers?... dahil gusto nilang malaman kung may alam na tayo... kung tiwala tayo sa sagot natin... kung ready ba tayo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's one of the greatest ironies of human existence that the more you love someone, the more you make yourself vulnerable in the pain of losing them. And the more people you love, the more you increase your chances of getting hurt. Yes, love makes you strong. But at the same time it leaves you defenseless.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It's not wrong to give it all when you love. It's not wrong to love a person so much. Because sometimes, the only wrong thing is the person you love.&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/747318792821398024-2775579841145948875?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2775579841145948875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2775579841145948875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2775579841145948875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2775579841145948875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/umiyak-tumawa-paalam-na.html' title='Umiyak Tumawa... Paalam Na...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1968361071116937295</id><published>2007-03-27T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:39:17.594+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Cool off leads to... [for you dearest one...]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;break up?...&lt;br /&gt;haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually... when a couple decided to be apart from each other for a certain period of time... [also known as cool off], it's not new that this decision could eventually lead to break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to make an entry about this topic because of two reasons : 1st.. my cousin [ate shayne] is under this stage and she's really really sad... she's telling me that her bf isn't making her happy but she wants to continue the relationship because she really loves the guy... [aaww...]; the 2nd reason is because I am listening to "cool off" be session road... I know that it's a pretty old song for some.. but the lyrics is great... so.. why not listen?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Usually... nahihirapan ang isa dun sa couple or yung couple na involve kasi dumating yung time na puro away na lang... tampuhan... minsan nagkakasawaan pa kayo sa mukha ng isa't isa... lahat na lang ng bagay kahit na mas maliit pa sa langgam [oo cornee] napapag awayan... siguro di yun maiiwasan... pero... minsan... dadating sa point na kailangan mag cool off [minsan nga break up agad e]... oo mahirap yun... pero sa opinion ko.. you won't see the true value of a person kung di muna siya mawawala sayo... nasanay kasi ang isang tao na nandiyan lagi yung mga taong nagmamahal sa kanya... itry mo na ilayo sa kanya yun.. for sure marerealize niya na sobrang importante pala nung tao na nawala... hindi naman porke cool off na... wala na kayo...  ibig sabihin lang nun... you're trying to see/know the value of each other... kung talagang gusto niyo ba yung isa't isa... mahirap magkaron ng isang malala na pagkakamali dahil lang sa isang mallit na maling desisyon... we should take our time... pero siyempre... hindi sa pagkatagal tagal na panahon... isip ka nga ng isip... tapos... kakaisip mo... nawala na siya... napaka saklap naman yata nun di ba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sabi nga sa kanta... "palayain ang isa't isa... kung tayo.. tayo talaga..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;just wait... wala namang mali sa pghihintay eh... mga taong *MANHID* [ehem] lang ang nagmamadali... yung mga tipong dedma lang yung feelings ng iba... puro pkiramdam lang nila yung importante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;medyo serious yung tone ng post kasi para naman toh kay ate shayne... at kung sino mang may problema... just keep your faith in God... cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The most interesting thing about heart transplants is that one completely loses his own heart and be replaced with someone else's yet still has the feelings for the same person he/she loves. This proves that love works in the minds of people and not in their hearts. Bottomline is, love is a state of mind. You'll learn how to forget only if you try doing so. - Dr. Burke, Grey's Anatomy.&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/747318792821398024-1968361071116937295?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1968361071116937295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1968361071116937295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1968361071116937295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1968361071116937295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/cool-off-leads-to-for-you-dearest-one.html' title='Cool off leads to... [for you dearest one...]'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4878144384250784232</id><published>2007-03-26T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T21:41:47.206+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Uno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;due to boredom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me and some friends decided to waste our time by playing UNO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oh yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm really a sucker when it comes to card games...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;first... i'm only good in One Two Three Pass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dun lang.. ayun.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but still... i love uno!&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*Saw James Lafferty look-a-like and he is hotter than ever... [pero for ally.. he is yummier than ever... hihi... just IMAGINE!.. our salivary glands working double time...] luckily... ako lang and si cheng ang nakakita sa kanya.. wahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;uhm.. stipend na sana tomorrow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i need the money...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;way back into love is sooo hot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sung by hugh grant and drew barrymore [demo]... hugh grant and waits.. i think the character's name is Cora.. oh whatever.. i didn't watch the movie naman e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kismet din! by silent sanctuary... [thanks angee..]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"And I'll drive for 2 hours... to bring Butterfingers... I don't mind the distance this Kismet's a dance... This time I surrender... My everything forever... Life doesn't matter... just our souls together.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*two days left... and it's bye bye mandsci for 2 months...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i'll miss everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-4878144384250784232?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4878144384250784232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4878144384250784232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4878144384250784232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4878144384250784232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/uno.html' title='Uno!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-345322090859193900</id><published>2007-03-25T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:47:27.217+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush/ing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Nang Makita Ni I si R...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;"Kasama ko ang aking buong pamilya nang may nasulyapan akong isang lalake na paparating. Itim ang kanyang suot at siya ay maputi. Hindi makita ang kanyang mukha dahil natatakpan ito ng isang hinahangin na tarpoline. Nang lalo siyang lumapit, biglang tumalon ang aking puso ng pagkabilis bilis. Imbes na lub dup ang tunog... naging boing boing boing na ito. At ayun... siya na nga aking nakita. Isang mestiso, matangkad at gwapong lalake na kulay brown ang buhok. papalapit na siya ng papalapit at hindi ko alam kung saan ako dapat tumingin. Sa kanya bang mata o sa kanyang mukha... kaya napagdesisyunan ko na sa ibang direksiyon na lang ako titingin.. [ang labo]... dumaan na siya sa harap ko... at eto ako... nakatatak nanaman ang kanyang mukha sa isip ko..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;hr /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Siguro naman... nababasa niyo ang aking emosyon sa nangyaring pagkikita namin ni R... Hnidi naman ako inlove sa kanya. Kinikilig lang talaga ko pag nakikita ko siya. Ewan ko ba. Alam naman siguro ng mga kaibigan ko na nakakabasa nito na yung mga ganun ang tipo ko. Tall and Mysterious. Haha. Napag isip isip ko lang nitong mga nakaraang araw na dapat na akong lumingon sa aking paligid. Ayan tuloy, napansin ko NANAMAN siya. Ibig sabihin, matagal ko na siyang napapansin. Isa na lang ang gusto ko ngayon. Ang makausap siya. Mataas itong pangarap kaya medyo ibababa ko... Picture niya na lang... Dahil sa hindi ako makatulog sa init at dahil sa boring ngayon, nag isip ako ng paraan kung paano ko makukuha ang picture nia... eto oh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;1.  Magpapanggap ako na isang tao na hobby ang pagkuha ng mga picture ng mga tao sa kanyang paligid [yun nga lang... kailangan ko ng mga proof... tsk tsk... tsaka maniniwala ba siya?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;2. Sasabihin na isa akong photographer/journalist at gumagawa ako ng isang write up tungkol sa mga [insert kung ano man ang maisip na bagay na topic.. la pa ko maisip e...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;3. Picturan siya bigla.. tapos pag nagkita kami ulit sasabihin ko na psychotic twin ko yun at pagpasensyahan niya na lang dahil bigla itong nakawala sa bahay... [asa na maniniwala siya... asa talaga...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;4. Magpapicture kasama siya... pag nakuha na ang picture... at nagtanong siya kung bakit.. sabihin na "akala ko artista ka! sorry ha..." tapos kunwari buburahin.. pero hindi... [paano ang pride ko... huhu...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;5. Wala... wala... wala... hintayin na lamang ang tamang pagkakataon.. dadating din yan... magtiis na lamang sa ilusyon... haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;** wag na kayong umangal... crush ko toh e... minsan lang.. haha..**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-345322090859193900?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/345322090859193900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=345322090859193900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/345322090859193900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/345322090859193900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/nang-makita-ni-i-si-r.html' title='Nang Makita Ni I si R...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1761557025499054114</id><published>2007-03-24T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T12:58:28.375+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Errr... The Perfect Way To Enjoy Your Saturday Afternoon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Err... sleep?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;be idle all day long?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;stare into space?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;read read and read...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;arrghh.. I'm Bored!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;My pc's stupid speakers are not working so I can't listen to any music right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;and my ears are itching to hear callalily's magbalik...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;ggrr...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;we're supposed to be in Tagaytay TODAY but due to unexplainable reasons which I don't know... the trip got cancelled so I'm here in our house doing nothing... hayy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;I can't upload the pics that I took yesterday coz dad didn't left his usb...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;see?.. my life is so boring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;erick~&gt; please please please install your ym na... Ikaw lang nakakausap ko lagi e... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Stuffs I am SOooo Loving Right now...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;1. Lunod by Danita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;2. Magbalik by Callalily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;3. Gossip Girls &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;4. dates, mates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;5. Bianca G.'s Blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;6. Erick's messages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;7. Angee's earrings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;8. R's very cute face... [ggrr.. I wanna see him!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;9. Icons [as always...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#6666cc;"&gt;1o. Chocolates...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-1761557025499054114?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1761557025499054114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1761557025499054114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1761557025499054114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1761557025499054114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/errr-perfect-way-to-enjoy-your-saturday.html' title='Errr... The Perfect Way To Enjoy Your Saturday Afternoon...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6378638154724784402</id><published>2007-03-23T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T23:21:12.822+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Thingees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Uuufff... my 79th post... *applause* [madrama toh.. puro pasasalamat]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wow... pagkatapos ng matagal tagal na panahon ng pagba blog...&lt;br /&gt;matapos ang mahabang panahon ng pagtitiyaga ninyo magbasa...&lt;br /&gt;matapos ang mahabang panahon ng pakikisama sa akin at sa aking mga weirdong posts...&lt;br /&gt;eto na ang aking pang 79 na post...&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko talaga ugali ang mag keep ng isang journal...&lt;br /&gt;pero dahil na rin sa gusto ko namang mashare ang mga thoughts ko sa cyberspace...&lt;br /&gt;nagtiyaga ako...&lt;br /&gt;ginawa ko ang blog na ito noong umpisa ng aking 3rd year sa hs...&lt;br /&gt;bakasyon na... at 4th year na ko...&lt;br /&gt;salamat sa lahat.. sobrang salamat...&lt;br /&gt;naging mahabang daan tong school year na toh...&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng emosyon naramdaman ko...&lt;br /&gt;nachallenge ako ndi lng physically pero emotionally... spiritually... socially... financially na din... haha&lt;br /&gt;eto pala yung mga taong gusto kong pasalamatan... mga naging parte ng aking makulay na school year... hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;God [salamat Po... sa lahat...]&lt;br /&gt;Jhemmy [isa ka sa mga masugid na mambabasa ko... salamat ng marami!]&lt;br /&gt;Venus [ikaw din... salamat...]&lt;br /&gt;Chescka [ang iyong angking "kabutihan" ay hinding hindi ko malilimutan.. mabuhay ka!]&lt;br /&gt;Ally, Rhazel at Cheng [ang tawa at jokes... salamat! pag nalulungkot ako nakakatulong yun..]&lt;br /&gt;Angee [sa matagal na samahan... TANDUAY! haha...]&lt;br /&gt;Janine [sa jeep at kung ano ano pang kalokohan...]&lt;br /&gt;Alilia [sa drama, advice at buhay pag ibig.. salamat...]&lt;br /&gt;Jean [sa pagiging summer phone pal... sa pagiging mabuting kaibigan...]&lt;br /&gt;Lala [ang iyong tawa at boses na maliit... salamat sa pagbigay ng dahilan sa pagtawa]&lt;br /&gt;Rona [ang iyong natatanging mukha na lagi kaming nginingitian...]&lt;br /&gt;Zean [ang nakakatawa mong ugali... salamat sa lahat!]&lt;br /&gt;Joseph [sa pagiging *nandiyan* palagi... sa pagiging *ikaw*... salamat... ng marami...]&lt;br /&gt;Paul [kahit nasa Canada ka man alam kong hindi mo ko iniwan.. salamat sa mga advice]&lt;br /&gt;Scyld at Jayvee [sa pagiging mabait, nakakatawa, maloko.. salamat! napasaya niyo ang ibang parte ng malungkot nating buhay...]&lt;br /&gt;Jerome [sa pagiging isang mabuting partner... salamat! wala yung palaka natin kung wala ka...]&lt;br /&gt;Enzo at Danny [sa pang aasar... pambabara at pagiging mabait... salamat ng marami...]&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga lalake ng iii-bell [salamat sa tawa, lungkot, asar at kung ano ano pa... tinulungan niyo ko ng marami...]&lt;br /&gt;Nikka [sa pagpapatawa...]&lt;br /&gt;Ate Ruby, Grace at Isha [sa kalokohan... sa pagtatago ng gamit ko kasama si nikka.. salamat.. mabuhay kayo...]&lt;br /&gt;Laura [sa pagdadrama... karamay kita.. sa tawa at lungkot.. online ka lagi! salamat!]&lt;br /&gt;Ate Vega, Meh at Me-ann [salamat sa tulong.. suporta.. kwento.. at sa lahat lahat...]&lt;br /&gt;sa iba pang iii-bell girls [salamat mga kaibigan... salamat talaga...]&lt;br /&gt;Nikko [sa naturo mo saking mga bagay bagay... salamat.. hindi kita makakalimutan... sa kalokohan at kadramahan... salamat... sayo lang ako magiging ganito... promise yun.. tsk tsk.. sana wag mo toh mabasa noh...]&lt;br /&gt;Martin [kahit di na tayo masyado naguusap.. salamat sa friendship.. salamat..]&lt;br /&gt;Giannine [sa pagpapakilala sa *kanya* sa aking buhay... salamat... miss na kita...]&lt;br /&gt;Mga kabatch nila nikko, martin at giannine na natuwa, nainis, nagalit at naawa sa akin.. salamat...&lt;br /&gt;Cofibean [sa nakakatuwa mong blog]&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga tao sa likod ng aking DARlinks... salamat...&lt;br /&gt;sa magulang ko... [kahit na minsan matigas ang ulo ko...]&lt;br /&gt;Kay J.L. Look-a-like [inspirasyon kita... sana makita na uli kita.. sa pasukan na yata uli yun mangyayari... haha]&lt;br /&gt;R [kelan b kita makikita uli?... bakit ka ngumiti sakin?... alam mo bang natuwa ako nun... haha]&lt;br /&gt;Papa Mi [ang bait mo sakin.. sobra.. pasensya ka na hindi kita natulungan dun sa problema mo... i tried my best naman e... di lang talaga kaya... salamat ng marami sa lahat!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Markee [salamat sa advice.. pag nakakasabay mo ko nililbre mo ko.. salamat!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Abeley [salamat din sa mga advice at kalokohan.. sobra]&lt;br /&gt;j.o. [thanks sa pang aasar at pakikinig sa mga knock knock at corny jokes ko.. thanks talaga!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*sa designer ng skin ng blog ko.. salamat ng marami.. walang bibisita sa blog ko kung di dahil sa iyo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;renz [sa kalokohan... from grade 1 up to now... kilala pa rin kita.. tsk tsk.. tatag! salamat sa mga tulong! stay gwapo!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;david [ako na lang tumatawag sayo ng ganyan.. prang kay cedric/renz/lee or whatever... 1 up to now ha.. salamat! pag may problema nndiyan ka]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;joyse [may mga instances na ikaw ang nagsasalba sa buhay ko.. lalo na pag gabi na at wla pa kong hw.. salamat ha! lam ko na di mo toh alam... haha...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ronald De Leon! [salamat sa mga pagpapatawa... sa mga pics na cute.. sa pagdadrama gamit ang webcam mo.. lagi kang nandiyan.. and look! remember the last name?... haha.. sabi mo pa mas gwapo ka...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;teachers ko [thanks po sa lahat! sa knowledge... sa patience... sa lahat...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;erick [ang aking numero unong kamessage lagi sa friendster.. goodluck sa love life!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MM [bakit mas close na kami ni Ronald? tsk tsk.. goodluck sa tekken mo! haha... salamat sa lahat!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;N.Z. [oo ikaw... i know na hindi mo naiintindihan toh dahil baluktot ang dila mo... eto na lang.. Thanks! You've been soo good to me... I've known you for 3 years... and.. you've been there from the start...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Callalily [your songs... ROCK!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;R[ again?.. stay gwapo! haha...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bianca G. [naiinspire ako sayo.. you're so smart... so pretty.. so.. everything! haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Christian B. [sooo gwapo!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;May kasunod pa toh.. inaantok ako e.. haha&lt;br /&gt;SALAMAT SA LAHAT!&lt;br /&gt;naging masaya ang school year na toh!...&lt;br /&gt;salamat talaga!&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/747318792821398024-6378638154724784402?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6378638154724784402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6378638154724784402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6378638154724784402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6378638154724784402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/uuufff-my-79th-post-applause-madrama.html' title='Uuufff... my 79th post... *applause* [madrama toh.. puro pasasalamat]'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-6888820669930238424</id><published>2007-03-23T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:08:23.999+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='opinions'/><title type='text'>Opinions are.. wee-ell... opinions!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;yep! i'm the one who shouted that YOU ARE GAY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ayaw mo yun?.. gay ka.. as in.. gay?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;baka naman di mo alam meaning nun... lam mo un.. hindi masayahin ha... "BADING!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;oo bading ka?.. care mo? opinion ko yan e!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;bading ka sa para sa akin... why?..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;1. angas mo pare...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; * oo.. as in! wala kang pinipili! kahit girls.. kahit higher years... grbeh ka noh.. hindi ka rerespetuhin ng kapwa mo kung hindi mo bibigyan ng dahilan yung kapwa mo na respetuhin ka... tandaan mo yan... 1st year ka pa lang... wag kng magmalaki... wala ka pang napapatunayan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. you're abusing the power bestowed on you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; * yeah.. you're an officer? the hell we care?... hindi ka nga official na SCHOOL officer kasi officer ka lang naman ng batch niyo... nag fufunction ka lang for your batch... wag mo kaming papaaandaran ng mabaho mong ugali dahil kung tutuusin... sino k ba?... anong meron ka na wala ang ibang tao?... wala naman di ba...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. Ikaw na nagsabi... pinapaiyak mo mahal mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; * girls SHOULD be RESPECTED.. treated FAIRLY... LOVED... pero ikaw hindi... nananakit ka ng babae... wala nang dapat pang i-elaborate... hindi naman sa nagpa-pry ako sa life niyo pero.. du'uh... pede ba ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;4. Mapang bintang ka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; * pinagbintangan mo na yung friend ko yung sumigaw nun.. in your face! kasalanan ba namin na hindi mo kami nakita?... la ka mata e.. ang laki kasi ng ulo mo.. puro hangin ata... ang yabang mo kasi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Yun lang!... good luck sa pagbabasa... haha... au revoir! [lam mo meaning nun?... baka hindi... bbye un... bbye... haha...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*baka sabhin mo minamaliit kita... hindi naman masyado... slight lang... haha... oo na evil na... care ko?.. read my blog's disclaimer! alam mo b ung disclaimer?... wee-ll... hanapin mo! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-6888820669930238424?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/6888820669930238424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=6888820669930238424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6888820669930238424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/6888820669930238424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/opinions-are-wee-ell-opinions.html' title='Opinions are.. wee-ell... opinions!...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2989918115757181644</id><published>2007-03-21T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T20:24:39.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>quotes... [wag niyo na basahin...]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wala... dahil nagpa check up ako at dahil malapit na ang bakasyon... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;wala na kong mapost... kaya eto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;quotes na lang... maging seryoso naman tayo kahit minsan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;i-internalize nio muna yung mga mababasa nio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;malay niyo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;isa na pala sa mga quotes na toh ang sagot sa problema mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You won't fully enjoy a swing unless you raise your feet from the ground. You won't fully enjoy a boat ride unless you remove the rope's knot from the river bank. Your dog won't fully enjoy his/her dog's life unless you remove the chain on his/her neck. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Lesson: Never ever limit yourself when it comes to happiness. Learn how to let go and move on. Life is beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Aian... never limit ourself daw... tama naman di ba... siguro nga kailangan natin na malaman yung limitations natin.. pero.. mas ok kung maeexceed natin yung alam natin na limit natin... at least masasabi natin sa sarili natin na kaya ko pa pala... hihi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Other people's opinion of you does not have to become your reality. Those who follow the crowd usually get lost in it. I don't know the key to success, but one key to failure is to please everyone. So why waste your time thinking about what others will tell you? Instead, do what makes you and God happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;[para sa mga hindi alam kung "ANO" ba talaga sila... tsk tsk... yung mga taong mahilig mag label... para sa inyo yan... ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Love quotes naman.. alam kong hinihintay niyo yan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Unspoken love is like a poison, if you don't spill it out, it will eat you up inside... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[tama yan... wag niyo ko gagayahin... tignan mo... nawala lahat.. tsk tsk... sayang ang tatlong taon... pero ok lang... masaya siya eh...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;You can fall in love in an instant, it's letting go that takes time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[oo tama... ang galing mo...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;We can't really love anybody with whom we've never laugh with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[magmamadre na lang ako kesa sa makasama ang isang tao na never naman akong napasaya at napatawa... yung tipong magkalayo yung mundo niyo... tsk tsk...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;What is meant to be will always find a way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[kailangan din natin gumawa ng paraan... wag natin iasa maxado sa destiny destiny... hehe...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;If your heart gets broken, it's not a sin to cry, it's not a crime to mourn, but it is not right to ruin your own life because in love, you should know when to move on if there's no reason to hold on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ oo tama... whatever... haha... move on na!.. ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;By some mischief of fate, we might only truly fall in love once. You know that one great love old folks refer to. Many lovers may get into our lives but there is only one person with that one smile, one kiss, one hug and one moment, that our hearts will never replace. That person, usually but sadly, is the one that got away. That's why after all the chips are down, we know, we just know, we'll never fall in love that way again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ ang galng.. tamang tama yan ah... noh nikko?... haha... asa kau.. buburahin ko rin pangalan niya mamaya... ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Love is a form of amnesia, during which a woman forgets that there are 1,222,978,173 other men in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[oo na... dapat iuntog ang babae...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;There are 3 special people in one's life: 1. Someone we love but have to hate. 2. Someone we hate but can't live without. 3. Someone we can't live without but have to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[ oo.. si aida, si lorna.. at si fe.., ang cornee.. haha]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;It's hard to choose someone to love, but the hardest part of loving is to admit that you have fallen in love with someone you didn't mean to love from the start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;[naalala ko tuloy dati... sabi ko pa.. "ayoko diyan! mayabang!".. tsk tsk...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-2989918115757181644?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2989918115757181644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2989918115757181644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2989918115757181644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2989918115757181644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/quotes-wag-niyo-na-basahin.html' title='quotes... [wag niyo na basahin...]'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-2015277281903159594</id><published>2007-03-20T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T20:20:41.688+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends...'/><title type='text'>Paul... [para lang toh kay p.j.b...]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Naalala ko pa un... magtatapos yung 1st year... nagpaalam ka samin na aalis na kayo ng family mo papuntang Canada... maraming nalungkot... maraming nagulat... and isa ko dun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Naging close tayo nung 1st year... ikaw at si joseph... daming memories... kada may kaaway ako... lagi kayo nandiyan... hanggang ngayon ganun pa rin.. yun nga lang... nasa malayo ka na... kami... nandito sa philippines...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hehe... bunso pa yung tawag namin sayo.. lam mo naman kung bakit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kung ano ano na din napag awayan natin noh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ginawa ko nga pala tong entry na toh dahil bday mo kahapon... [march 19, 2007]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;di ka na bunso... tumatanda ka na... hihi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pero siyempre.. kaw lang naman yung tatawagin naming bunso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;you're so damn handsome na nga eh.. [sabi ni alilia... and totoo yan...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tapos ang talino mo pa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hm.. dream guy?... haha... pro xmpre.. dapat ipakilala mo samin yung babae! di ako papayag na hindi ko kilala! kung hindi namin magugustuhan.. mag pari ka na lang! umuwi ka na lang dito! dami naghihintay sayo! hahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;miss ka na namin... 3 years na tayong magkaibigan and sa tingin ko.. ok naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ndi kita naalala lagi.. pero.. lam mo naman... ndi tlga kta inaalala... haha.. joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sesendan na lang ng email... haha.. tinatamad na ko... nadisconnect ako bgla e... cge ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love you love you love you love you! mwah mwah mwah! ingat lagi! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;HAPPY BDAY PAUL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-2015277281903159594?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/2015277281903159594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=2015277281903159594&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2015277281903159594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/2015277281903159594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/paul-para-lang-toh-kay-pjb.html' title='Paul... [para lang toh kay p.j.b...]'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5034322428896493277</id><published>2007-03-19T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T17:55:08.647+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer Thingees'/><title type='text'>Finally!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Yeah! haha! it's finally oveeeerrrr!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;wahoo!&lt;br /&gt;TGIO [thank God it's over!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;hell week.. a.k.a. The Final Exams are officially over and it's time to say hello to mr. summer! haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Shades, sunblocks,  beaches [with b*tches], out of town trips, flip flops, ice creams and the usual summer stuffs are now back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Notebooks, heavy textbooks, school bags, ballpens and school stuffs are now SOoo OUT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;See you all when I see you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ta ta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-5034322428896493277?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5034322428896493277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5034322428896493277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5034322428896493277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5034322428896493277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally.html' title='Finally!!!'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-8834357367538688191</id><published>2007-03-17T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T12:16:14.114+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Irish Stuffs'/><title type='text'>Friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 575px; HEIGHT: 374px" height="678" alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q283/simpleyetfab/manai%20bogz/kami.jpg" width="1024" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh.. guys.. i love you so! haha...&lt;br /&gt;14 na tayo.. my favorite number..&lt;br /&gt;sa wakas! haha..&lt;br /&gt;kelan sasali si rickie?.. hoo!&lt;br /&gt;go guys!&lt;br /&gt;take care...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-8834357367538688191?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/8834357367538688191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=8834357367538688191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/8834357367538688191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/8834357367538688191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/friends_17.html' title='Friends...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i139.photobucket.com/albums/q283/simpleyetfab/manai%20bogz/th_kami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-5300898079833307450</id><published>2007-03-17T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T21:16:10.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crush/ing'/><title type='text'>Crushes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Crush... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;temporary romantic attraction: a temporary romantic infatuation &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;object of somebody’s crush: the person who is the object of somebody’s romantic infatuation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nilagay ko yang definition na yan to clear things first. I'll be posting my crush list in my blog coz wala na kong maisip na topic... crush lang naman. Please don't get me wrong. It's just a simple infatuation. Nothing more. Nothing less.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Here are the guys who made it to my crush list... [as of jan. 2007-march 2007] haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;1. James Lafferty look-a-like... or also known as "the jeepney guy"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;- me and my friends we're quite taken aback when we first saw this guy. Do you know james lafferty of one tree hill? We'll the guy is a certified LOOK ALIKE! Since first year... nakakasabay ko na siya but hindi ko siya ganung napapansin.. well.. sa ngaun... medyo hinihintay lang naman namin na makasabay siya once in a while... dunno if he's still single.. but he sure is a certified crush material...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;2. Guy Next Door...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;- my super duper cute neighbor!. He's from Letran and I haven't got the chance to talk to him but who knows right?... I saw him a couple of times and he is sooo cute!... sweet din siya... lagi nia kasing kasama ung little sister niya.. hmm.. bakit di ko kaya ilakad yung little brother ko sa little sister nia?... haha.. just an idea...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;3. Once in a blue moon... [a little like james lafferty look-a-like]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;- may hawig din siya kay james lafferty... minsan lang namin makita coz medyo late na siya pumasok sa school. Kami pa lang ni ally yung nakakakita sa kanya.. plus jean pa pala.. but kami lang ni ally ung interested sa kanya.. ang cute eh!... haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;4. The "neighbor"... [cute-boy-r... a.k.a. mr. up diliman]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;- haha... neighbor namin.. kilala siya ng mommy ko.. daddy ko.. little brother ko.. grandma ko... cousins ko.. ako lang yung ndi! haha.. life is a little unfair... cute-boy-r... kasi may mom mentioned his name to me na.. un nga lang.. i forgot it na.. haha.. naalala ko lang.. sa "r" un nagsisimula... he's a student of up diliman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;5. PAUL AND JOSEPH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#66cccc;"&gt;- ayan.. siningit ko.. pampam lng... kunwari crush ko kau.. para pg bnasa nio blog ko... matuwa naman kayo sakin.. haha.. si paul kasi ang cute nia ngayon... [dati pa naman... MAS lang ngayon].. si joseph kasi... *TIIIIIIIIIIIIIKAS!* haha! iba na siya.. binata na.. haha.. [nanay niya?...] go guys! woohoo!&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/747318792821398024-5300898079833307450?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/5300898079833307450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=5300898079833307450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5300898079833307450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/5300898079833307450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/crushes.html' title='Crushes...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-4992294348466740550</id><published>2007-03-16T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:52:25.559+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dramas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah blahs'/><title type='text'>Almost Over..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;It's over!!! yay!&lt;br /&gt;our last [yep... LAST] examination week for our 3rd year in CMSHS is finally over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;No more sleepless nights for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vacation is near and it's back to being idle all day long... haayy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'll surely miss my friends, cooler than cool classmates, TEACHERS! and of course... my 3rd year life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Our last year in Mandsci will be starting next school year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I don't know what to expect... but WE will surely make our final year an unforgettable one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;We will be welcoming our senior life with open arms, but... college life is nearing and I don't want to leave my childhood days behind... [soo serious huh?]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let's not talk about that stuffs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Too dramatic... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Our last two weeks in Mandsci is about to start and we are sooo ready for it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Goodluck everyone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hugs and kisses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ta ta for now...&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/747318792821398024-4992294348466740550?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/4992294348466740550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=4992294348466740550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4992294348466740550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/4992294348466740550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/almost-over.html' title='Almost Over..'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-7790970575332745652</id><published>2007-03-11T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:05:54.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><title type='text'>Naman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why Am I wasting my time waiting for you to go online?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Why?... arrghh.. maybe I just need someone to talk to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;And you're the BEST person that I know who can help me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I really really really want to talk to you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I know you'll understand me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'm sure of that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;** to those asking me kung sino tong tao na toh... well.. he's a good friend of mine and he's currently staying in New Zealand...[jean,, kilala mo siya right?...] He's a good good good friend of mine and we're pretty close... nag move sila ng family niya sa New Zealand nung 2006.. he's originally from cali and I consider him as one of the few guys na talagang close sakin... and... He.Is.Not.My.Boyfriend... haha... don't even think about it... he's taken noh... and I even know the girl... so.. stop it... haha&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/747318792821398024-7790970575332745652?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/7790970575332745652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=7790970575332745652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7790970575332745652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/7790970575332745652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/naman.html' title='Naman...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-747318792821398024.post-1923377782853658120</id><published>2007-03-10T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T16:01:04.097+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='insanity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quessies'/><title type='text'>The Name...</title><content type='html'>Binura ko yung lahat ng nakasulat dito...&lt;br /&gt;people got curious and some are even pestering me asking me who's "the name"...&lt;br /&gt;haha... sorry guys...&lt;br /&gt;Too Private...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/747318792821398024-1923377782853658120?l=zengkay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/feeds/1923377782853658120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=747318792821398024&amp;postID=1923377782853658120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1923377782853658120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/747318792821398024/posts/default/1923377782853658120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://zengkay.blogspot.com/2007/03/name.html' title='The Name...'/><author><name>o0oiRiSho0o</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
