<?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-8117994228682144630</id><updated>2011-04-22T13:12:15.256+08:00</updated><category term='contest'/><category term='cinconians'/><category term='team building'/><category term='sad'/><category term='vday'/><category term='tired'/><category term='number'/><category term='beach'/><category term='random'/><category term='Neil Gaiman'/><category term='flight'/><category term='videos'/><category term='chorva'/><category term='hate'/><category term='sad. multiply'/><category term='alone'/><category term='bitter'/><category term='youtube'/><category term='blog'/><category term='verità'/><category term='Baguio'/><category term='online quiz'/><category term='emote'/><category term='online'/><category term='home'/><category term='disappointment'/><category term='pichurs'/><category term='somebody to love'/><category term='quizbox'/><category term='galera'/><category term='things'/><category term='Sandman'/><category term='casino'/><category term='ixusbaby'/><category term='queen'/><category term='bag'/><category term='concert'/><category term='email'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='tv'/><category term='countdown'/><category term='multiply'/><category term='love'/><category term='friend'/><category term='work'/><category term='Vegas'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>blog ng bakla</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-8778066704037698599</id><published>2008-10-04T14:20:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T14:25:22.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contest'/><title type='text'>Win a Handbag!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This goes out to all bag lovers like me.. just click away. GOOG LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.handbagplanet.com/"&gt;Win Yourself a Handbag&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-8778066704037698599?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/8778066704037698599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=8778066704037698599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/8778066704037698599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/8778066704037698599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2008/10/win-handbag.html' title='Win a Handbag!'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-3877459257725073745</id><published>2007-10-23T09:46:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:03:21.897+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disappointment'/><title type='text'>another sleepless day</title><content type='html'>You don't ever stop loving someone... its more a matter of learning to deal with the pain of not having them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is he who expects nothing, for there shall never be disappointments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-3877459257725073745?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/3877459257725073745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=3877459257725073745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3877459257725073745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3877459257725073745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/10/another-sleepless-day.html' title='another sleepless day'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-813301575449809198</id><published>2007-10-23T09:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:29:21.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>rainy tuesday morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Watching you walk away from me doesn't make me bitter or angry about love. It just makes me wonder, if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person, how wonderful it would be when the right one comes along..."&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/8117994228682144630-813301575449809198?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/813301575449809198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=813301575449809198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/813301575449809198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/813301575449809198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/10/rainy-tuesday-morning.html' title='rainy tuesday morning'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-1935064181853259174</id><published>2007-10-05T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T11:45:51.617+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>just some things off the top of my head..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I rarely write (in this case type bleh) about my thoughts coz its too damn tiring.. and I hate getting mysef tired haha. But in this case, I'll make a little exception. I'm actually supposed to be making my letter of appeal (para makabalik from freakin AWOL sa univ) and here I am, using up brain cells putting my deranged thoughts into words. Talk about wasting precious time huh? Procrastination at its finest!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; Anywho, back to me bwahahaha. I think a lot of people see me as this really happy (go-lucky more like it) type of person. Always smiling, always saying hellos, always carrying that freaking smile on my freaky face.. but do you honestly think I'm just like that? Would someone come up to me and pick my mind apart? Naxx.. manghuhula ka ba? Hulaan mo naman ako! Gaaad.. I am so effing tired! And I think I've turned into a psycho as well, aside from being the neurotic that I am haha! Punyeta naman kasi, pwede bang i-turn off ang sarili kahit saglit lang? As in mga 3days lang, tapos on na uli. Pahinga lang sa kakaisip. My personal dilemma is causing me to become such a wreck that its making the people close to me worried. I keep on getting sick and I'm not getting better. Call it psychosomasm (is that even a valid word?!) if you must, but I don't think whatever I try to do to alleviate myself, its not working for some effing reason. Am I too late? Did my immune system left me without saying goodbye (pati sa katawan, may bitterness ahaha!). I even broke my personal mantra of not taking any meds (placebo lang yan, no epek!) and bought some and self-medicated. Hmm come to think of it, it kinda helped a bit with one of my illnesses (ang dami eh shoot) but the others are still here, continuously making it unbearable for me at times. =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt; insert this&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; tangna nag-online pa si gago! malamang kakausapin ko sya, ako pa?! i hate him! i hate that i love him so.. =( he's asking for my help, how can I deny him that? how can I deny him anything? waah.. anuba, get a grip of yourself! say NO! dalawang letra lang na ita-type di pa magawa hmph! waah.. I'm helpless against his sadism towards me.. huhuhuh... must move on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt; /insert&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; before I end this, something from my friend/UP blockmate.. words of freaking wisdom that hit me right on the spot (ouch!):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt; "the art of letting go is mathematically proportional to the art of self-preservation. letting go and preserving oneself are crafts that can be mustered and mastered by people who want to get out of the crude vicious cycle. these skills are the summation of one's conscious conviction to be happy and complete in one's silence and solitude. loving yourself more by letting go of someone who loves you less will make you a better person. happiness is a responsibility. love is give and take. there is a supply of emotion because there is a demand for it. free yourself the burden of keeping the relationship and filling in the lost love. settling for anything less is not love but something else. redeem yourself by letting go. move on and live your life like you've never been hurt."&lt;/span&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/8117994228682144630-1935064181853259174?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/1935064181853259174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=1935064181853259174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/1935064181853259174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/1935064181853259174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/10/just-some-things-off-top-of-my-head.html' title='just some things off the top of my head..'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-3552472122356278700</id><published>2007-09-18T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:06:18.794+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>is this wrong?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever noticed that the worst way to miss someone is when they are right beside you and yet you can never have them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;The moment you can't feel them under your fingertips you miss them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever wondered which hurts the most, saying something and wishing you hadn't?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;I guess the most important things are the hardest things to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;They are the things you get ashamed of, because words are not enough to express them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Words shrink things that seems timeless when they were in your head to no more than living sizes when they are brought out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't be afraid to tell someone you love them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;If you do, they might break your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But if you don't you might break theirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever decided not to become a couple because you were so afraid of losing what you already had with that person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Your heart decides who it likes and who it doesn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;You can never tell you heart what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;It does things in its own when you least expect it, or even when you don't want it to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever wanted to love someone with everything you had but that person was too afraid to let you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Too many of us wall ourselves in because we are too afraid to care too much… for fear that our special person does not care as much or not at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever loved someone and they absolutely have no idea whatsoever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Or fell for your best friend in the entire world and then sat around and watch him fall for someone else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Have you ever denied your feelings for someone because of fear of rejection was too hard to handle?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Or have you ever cast your feelings aside because you thought things were impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;We tell lies when we are afraid… afraid of what we don't know, afraid of what others will think, afraid of what will be found about us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;But every time we tell a lie, the thing we fear grow stronger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Life is all about risk, and it requires you to jump.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Don't be a person who has to look back and wonder what he/she could have had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sometimes, life offers no second chances and makes us realize that no one waits forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;So… cherish the past, it made you what you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Treasure the present, it's a timeless gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pray for the future, it's where hopes are fulfilled and dreams become reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;There are only two ways to live your life; one as though nothing is a miracle the other as though everything is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-3552472122356278700?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/3552472122356278700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=3552472122356278700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3552472122356278700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3552472122356278700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/09/is-this-wrong.html' title='is this wrong?'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-3589923649654539571</id><published>2007-08-25T08:18:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T08:18:59.779+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>thoughts to ponder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="sqq"&gt;"The only people that you need in your life are the ones who prove that they need you in theirs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-3589923649654539571?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/3589923649654539571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=3589923649654539571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3589923649654539571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3589923649654539571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/08/thoughts-to-ponder.html' title='thoughts to ponder'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-3409394933115257708</id><published>2007-07-23T15:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T15:40:19.357+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiply'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>The Story Of Me And My PLATONIC Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Loving and not being loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cliche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet when it happens, it HURTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if this'll happen to everyone, so if this hasn't happened to you -- you ain't just lucky, you're blessed. So please be careful with people's hearts -- you'll never know how weak they are or how weak they can be because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do not have yourself too close to someone who isn't your bestfriend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; -- when you have to leave, she'll be miserable. Do not do her favors -- you'll become all she needs. She might not do without you. Do not spoil her -- she'll be looking for a you in the next guy she meets. She'll have a hard time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do not spend hours talking to her everyday&lt;/span&gt; -- when you're busy, she'll be depressed.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Do not let her get used to knowing everything&lt;/span&gt; -- when she finds something out somewhere, she'll be upset. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not spend weekends with her -- she 'll just think she's special. Do not take her to romantic places if you're not meaning anything -- she will not realize that you're there just because there's no place else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not care for her too much -- she'll think you love her. And if she learns that you don't, you'll break her heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If she's out, don't check if she's home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Don't ask if she's eaten. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Forget her schedule.&lt;/span&gt; Do not tell her about things that reminds you of her. Stop the compliments. Do not introduce her to your friends. Don't let her talk to your siblings. Do not call her when you're drunk. Do not imagine things together. Forget future plans. When you're gone, she wouldn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be fair. If she asks you to go, go. If she says she wants to go -- do not believe her right away.  If she really means it, let her. Do not ask her to stay for other reasons than you and love. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She will be happy to stay -- but YOU and love alone will be her reason. &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:100%;" &gt;And if both will not be there -- let her go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;***A repost from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Yayenz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-3409394933115257708?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/3409394933115257708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=3409394933115257708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3409394933115257708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3409394933115257708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/07/story-of-me-and-my-platonic-friend.html' title='The Story Of Me And My PLATONIC Friend'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-6050721840277235438</id><published>2007-07-14T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T11:59:36.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>can't argue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The two hardest tests on the spiritual road: The patience to wait for the right moment and the courage not to be disappointed with what you encounter.&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/8117994228682144630-6050721840277235438?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/6050721840277235438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=6050721840277235438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/6050721840277235438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/6050721840277235438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/07/cant-argue.html' title='can&apos;t argue'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-2239667351597437131</id><published>2007-07-14T11:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T12:48:51.445+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I wish I had the guts to walk away and forget about what we had. But, I can’t because I know he won't come after me, and I guess that's what hurts the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;When it's clear that you don't feel the same way for me... the problem is that as much as I can't force you to love me, I can't force myself to stop loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you...and then I love you...it's like I want to throw you off a cliff....then rush to the bottom to catch you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I would like to be something to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing quite so humbling as thinking you’re completely over someone, then realizing you’re not even close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I want to know is this: If love’s so great, why do you fall into it? You fall into a puddle. You fall into the mud. You fall into the abyss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman is only destined to have her heart broken if she hands it over to someone too weak, too careless, or too distracted to hang on to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing: to give yourself away in exchange for not enough love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart can be broken, but it will keep beating just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had had a pistol I would have shot him—either that or fallen at his feet. There is no middle way when one loves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The relationship went bad for all sorts of reasons, not because you’re a screwup. Take responsibility for your part, and then let it go. You were many wonderful things to many people before you met him—don’t let this one event define who you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was more than blind. It was deaf and dumb, too. It was catatonic. It was vegetative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-2239667351597437131?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/2239667351597437131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=2239667351597437131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/2239667351597437131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/2239667351597437131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-6017265744819290759</id><published>2007-07-12T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T12:00:45.758+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bitter'/><title type='text'>well</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;"In time of great love, even the soup of bitter vegetable is sweet.. but when love becomes stale, even sugar is bitter." -Phra Aphaimani&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;hayup sa mga emote noh.. haaaay! ano ba ang nangyayari sa life ng bakla? bakit parang lagi na lang down the drain ang drama? ewan ko ba. bitter ba aketch? might be. can be. possibly. ganito siguro talaga ang nangyayari sa mga taong grasa. nalulunod sa kanal. tapos hindi na makaahon. tapos tinatambakan na ng kung ano-ano. naalala ko na naman tuloy, buraot yun mga mag-syota na ang tawagan eh ma at pa. puk**angna kayo. ayun, bitter nga si ate.&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/8117994228682144630-6017265744819290759?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-2239157605351137966</id><published>2007-06-29T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:30:02.750+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><title type='text'>ouchy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zangygraphics.com/picture.php?c=" n="35"&gt;&lt;img src="http://zangygraphics.com/iloveyou/pic96.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/sayingsquotes/MJZ579.gif" alt="Free Comments and Graphics at pYzam.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://content.pyzam.com/graphics/sayingsquotes/MJZ580.gif" alt="Free 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src="http://zangygraphics.com/love/apic77.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zangygraphics.com/picture.php?c=" n="120"&gt;&lt;img src="http://zangygraphics.com/love/apic60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-2239157605351137966?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/2239157605351137966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=2239157605351137966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/2239157605351137966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/2239157605351137966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/06/ouchy.html' title='ouchy'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-7006490145873626784</id><published>2007-06-27T09:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T09:48:50.454+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><title type='text'>then again</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" onclick="toggleShoutout();"&gt;Death, the refuge, the solace, the best and kindliest and most prized friend and benefactor of the erring, the forsaken, the old and weary and broken of heart.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-7006490145873626784?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/7006490145873626784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=7006490145873626784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/7006490145873626784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/7006490145873626784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/06/then-again.html' title='then again'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-8936452185972772572</id><published>2007-06-20T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T14:06:50.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad. multiply'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>again and again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;On broken hearts, from Mr. Write (2003) by M.D. Balangue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What happens when someone breaks your heart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When someone breaks your heart, first you are shocked. Someone will say you are heartbroken and you examine the words break and heart and heartbroken and you immediately decide that it’s inaccurate. You feel pain in the region of your heart and you think it’s your heart breaking but one’s heart doesn’t really break, something else does — faith. You stop believing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No, not in the big things which are most of the time irrelevant. You still believe in God or Buddha or some Supreme Being, you still believe child prostitution is bad. You just stop believing in the small things that you do, the small things that give meaning to your daily life, and you begin to think everything is pointless: Why get up? Why dress up? Why breathe in and out? What for? What for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;...&gt; When someone breaks your heart, you turn into a small ball of self-pity. You lie in bed, in a ball. You hug your knees, keeping them close to your chest, like a fetus. Freud said it’s human instinct to go back to the womb where we can feel safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But that’s what happens when someone breaks your heart — they steal the very thing that makes you feel safe, whole, intact. (pp. 70-71)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;hango sa Multiply ni &lt;a href="http://francescabana.multiply.com/journal/item/38?mark_read=francescabana:journal:38"&gt;Frances&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8117994228682144630-8936452185972772572?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/8936452185972772572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=8936452185972772572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/8936452185972772572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/8936452185972772572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/06/again-and-again.html' title='again and again'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-6751135641491062996</id><published>2007-06-10T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T12:32:58.848+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><title type='text'>tired</title><content type='html'>2007 na pala, parang ngayon ko lang na-realize. parang ngayon lang uli ako huminto para pansinin ang nasa paligid ko at magnilay-nilay. ayus, papaka-artista na naman.. the last time I complained of being tired and wrote about it was well, read &lt;a href="http://010505.blogspot.com/2005/12/tired.html" target="new"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.. right now, I just wanna think back on all the things I've done and possibly pinpoint exactly where it all started to go down the drain. hay. this is me being pessimistic all over again. June na rin pala.. parang kahapon lang eh year-end tapos ngayon pasukan na naman! potek, I hate getting stuck in traffic! I hate the fact na baka morning shift na kami.. sana night na lang.. I hate a lot of things these past few months. I think I'm reverting back to.. =(&lt;br /&gt;anywho, here I am re-reading my &lt;a href="http://010505.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;first&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://cutteredpillow.blogspot.com/" target="new"&gt;second&lt;/a&gt; blog and found several things that kinda made me smile. akala ko kasi super walang kwenta ng mga posts ko dun, di naman pala. like the one about how I got myself a &lt;a href="http://cutteredpillow.blogspot.com/2006/03/chain-of-events.html" target="new"&gt;folding bed&lt;/a&gt;.. what my &lt;a href="http://010505.blogspot.com/2005/01/madaling-araw-na-naman_05.html" target="new"&gt;very first&lt;/a&gt; blog post was about.. how much I &lt;a href="http://010505.blogspot.com/2005/02/hapi-balentayms.html" target="new"&gt;dislike Valentines&lt;/a&gt;.. the time my Papa had his &lt;a href="http://010505.blogspot.com/2005/03/uno-stacko-research.html" target="new"&gt;operation&lt;/a&gt; and I was super worried.. my fave &lt;a href="http://010505.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-summer.html" target="new"&gt;Neruda poem&lt;/a&gt;.. me &lt;a href="http://010505.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html" target="new"&gt;ranting&lt;/a&gt;.. &lt;a href="http://010505.blogspot.com/2005/08/wala-lang.html" target="new"&gt;ranting again&lt;/a&gt;.. and wanting to &lt;a href="http://010505.blogspot.com/2005/11/november-post.html" target="new"&gt;cry&lt;/a&gt;.. making &lt;a href="http://010505.blogspot.com/2006/01/january-na.html" target="new"&gt;resolutions&lt;/a&gt;.. mga pangyayari nun &lt;a href="http://cutteredpillow.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html" target="new"&gt;January 2006&lt;/a&gt;.. making kwento about my &lt;a href="http://cutteredpillow.blogspot.com/2006/02/biodiversity-conservation.html" target="new"&gt;OJT&lt;/a&gt;.. my very short but very happy post about my &lt;a href="http://cutteredpillow.blogspot.com/2006/02/back-to-homebase_13.html" target="new"&gt;Sagada trip&lt;/a&gt;.. my &lt;a href="http://cutteredpillow.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html" target="new"&gt;first time&lt;/a&gt; eek!  my stories during the start of my very &lt;a href="http://cutteredpillow.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html" target="new"&gt;first job&lt;/a&gt;.. ang &lt;a href="http://cutteredpillow.blogspot.com/2006/11/resurrection.html" target="new"&gt;supposed resignation&lt;/a&gt;.. being sad and far, &lt;a href="http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007_03_01_archive.html" target="new"&gt;far away&lt;/a&gt;.. and then coming &lt;a href="http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/04/homebase.html" target="new"&gt;back home&lt;/a&gt;.. waaaaaaaaaaaaah! ang konti lang pero ang dami pa rin.. haha!! baklang baliw is back!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-6751135641491062996?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-2893509984045478275</id><published>2007-05-25T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T18:18:29.284+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><title type='text'>truth be told</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The man who gets the most satisfactory results is not always the man with the most brilliant single mind, but rather the man who can best coordinate the brains and talents of his associates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; – W. &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Alton&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; Jones&lt;/span&gt;&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/8117994228682144630-2893509984045478275?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/2893509984045478275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=2893509984045478275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/2893509984045478275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/2893509984045478275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/05/truth-be-told.html' title='truth be told'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-4718306136377015097</id><published>2007-05-06T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T16:48:35.649+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinconians'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pichurs'/><title type='text'>pichurs from multiply</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://chinauy.multiply.com/photos/album/45" target="new page"&gt;Cavite Team Building at Banio Kreek Farms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cuteaspie.multiply.com/photos/album/2" target="new page"&gt;Banio Kreek Oct 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://androgynous.multiply.com/photos/album/5" target="new page"&gt;Rainforest Getaway!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cuteaspie.multiply.com/photos/album/6" target="new page"&gt;CVG Xmas Party&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cuteaspie.multiply.com/photos/album/14" target="new page"&gt;AHT Eat Off (Dec)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://chinauy.multiply.com/photos/album/67" target="new page"&gt;Cinconians AHT EAT-OFF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://chinauy.multiply.com/photos/album/69" target="new page"&gt;Seafood Island Gateway xmas party '06&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cuteaspie.multiply.com/photos/album/17" target="new page"&gt;Team Cinconians Xmas Party 2006&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://androgynous.multiply.com/photos/album/6" target="new page"&gt;Olive's bday bash (02.02.07)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://cuteaspie.multiply.com/photos/album/25" target="new page"&gt;Galera 2007&lt;/a&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/8117994228682144630-4718306136377015097?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/4718306136377015097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=4718306136377015097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/4718306136377015097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/4718306136377015097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/05/pichurs-from-multiply.html' title='pichurs from multiply'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-4388940575552406063</id><published>2007-05-04T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T21:16:13.341+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online quiz'/><title type='text'>walang magawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border: 1px solid gray; width: 320px; font-family: arial,verdana,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 5px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: 'Times New Roman',serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: bold; font-size: 20px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; display: block; margin-bottom: 8px;"&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 16px; margin-bottom: 4px;"&gt;Your Result: &lt;b&gt;The Midland&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 200px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 85%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="border: medium none ; margin: 10px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; color: black;"&gt;"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent."  You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas.  You have a good voice for TV and radio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;The West&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 65%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Boston&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 63%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;The Northeast&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 58%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;The Inland North&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 56%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 53%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;North Central&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 42%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; color: black; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;The South&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 3px; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid black; background: white none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 100px; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; margin-top: 4px;"&gt;&lt;div style="background: red none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 42%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; font-size: 8px; line-height: 8px;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2" style="padding: 8px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/what_american_accent_do_you_have"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What American accent do you have?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gotoquiz.com/"&gt;Quiz Created on GoToQuiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-4388940575552406063?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/4388940575552406063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=4388940575552406063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/4388940575552406063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/4388940575552406063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/05/walang-magawa.html' title='walang magawa'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-3372727055044370641</id><published>2007-04-23T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:35:03.764+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chorva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>anubers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The most hurtful kind of lies are the ones delivered by the people you care about the most.. It makes you doubt everything you know and makes you wonder why you care so much and worst of all, it puts you in the position of deciding whether to tell them you know they're lying or act like you're too dull to even know the difference.. Keep this in mind the next time you lie to someone who cares about you, because more often than not, they know and it hurts a lot.." --- Grey's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;When you sleep with a broken heart, waking up is the hardest part.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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 life" unless you remove the chain on his/her neck.. Never ever limit yourself when it comes to happiness, learn how to let go and move on.. Life is beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I always wanted to be free, to fly away and never return.. To soar up high till the height may never be seen.. But then, somewhere beyond that, I wished to be owned, to be held, and to have never been let go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life.&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/8117994228682144630-3372727055044370641?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/3372727055044370641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=3372727055044370641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3372727055044370641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3372727055044370641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/04/anubers.html' title='anubers!'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-9183660598658763764</id><published>2007-04-19T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:34:21.836+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>and it all boils down to this</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never say that someone completes you.  We have to feel whole even when we are by ourselves, for needing a certain someone is not love but dependency.  Wanting a person to become a part of our life is the best reason for having them, and you can only want when you know you have enough.  So rather than search for that someone who will complete you, wait for the person who will complement your completeness.&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/8117994228682144630-9183660598658763764?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/9183660598658763764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=9183660598658763764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/9183660598658763764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/9183660598658763764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/04/and-it-all-boils-down-to-this.html' title='and it all boils down to this'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-2594672283087077332</id><published>2007-04-14T04:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T04:31:42.890+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>the one that got away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;The one that got away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Source: The Manila Times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;By: Mark J. Macapagal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;In your life, you'll make note of a lot of people. Ones with whom you shared something special, ones who will always mean something. There's the one you first kissed, the one you first loved, the one you lost your virginity to, the one you put on a pedestal, the one you're with...and the one that got away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Who is the one that got away? I guess it's that person with who everything was great, everything was perfect, but the timing was just wrong. There was no fault in the person, there was no flaw in the chemistry, but the cards just didn't fall the right way, I suppose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;I believe in the fact that ending up with someone, finding a longtime partner that is, does not lie merely in the other person. I can actually argue that an equal part, or maybe even the greater part, has to do with the matter of timing. It has to do with you being ready to settle down and commit to someone in a way that goes beyond the little niceties of giddy romance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;How often have you gone through it without even realizing it? When you're not ready to commit in that mature manner, it doesn't matter who you're with, it just doesn't work. Small problems become big; inconsequentials become dealbreakers simply because you're not ready and it shows. It's not that you and the person you're with are no good; it's just that it's not yet right, and little things become the flashpoint of that fact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Then one day you're ready. You really are. And when this happens you'll be ready to settle down with someone. He or she may not be the most perfect, they might not be the brightest star of romance to ever have burned in your life, but it'll work because you're ready. It'll work because it's the right time and you'll make it work. And it'll make sense, it really will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;So that day comes when you're finally making sense of things, and you find yourself to be a different person. Things are different, your approach is different, you finally understand who you are and what you want, and you've become ready because the time has truly arrived. And mind you, there's no telling when this day will come. Hopefully you're single but you could be in a long-term relationship, you could be married with three kids, it doesn't matter. All you know is that you've changed, and for some reason, the one that got away, is the first person you think about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;You'll think about them because you'll wonder, "What if they were here today?" You'll wonder, "What if we were together now, with me as I am and not as I was?" That's what the one that got away is. The biggest "What if?" you'll have in your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;If you're married, you'll just have to accept the fact that the one that got away, got away. Believe me, no matter how fairy tale you think your marriage is, this can happen to the best of us. But hopefully you're mature enough to realize that you're already with the one you're with and this is just another test of your commitment, one which will just strengthen your marriage when you get past it. Sure, you'll think about him/her every so often, but it's alright. It's never nice to live with a "might have been," but it happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Maybe the one that got away is the one who's already married. In which case it's the same thing. You just have to accept and know that your memories of that person will probably bring a nice little smile to your lips in the future when you're old and gray and reminiscing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;But if neither of that is the case, then it's different. What do you do if it's not yet too late? Simple...find him, find her. Because the very existence of a "one that got away" means that you'll always wonder, what if you got that one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ask him out to coffee, ask her out to a movie, it doesn't matter if you've dropped in from out of nowhere. You'd be surprised, you just might be "the one that got away" as well for the person who is your "the one that got away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;You might drop in from out of nowhere and it won't make a difference. If the timing is finally right, it'll all just fall into place somehow and you know, I'm thinking, it would be a great feeling, in the end, to be able to say to someone, "Hey you, you're the one that almost got away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;Emailed to me by a certain someone who contributed a great deal into how I am today.&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/8117994228682144630-2594672283087077332?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/2594672283087077332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=2594672283087077332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/2594672283087077332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/2594672283087077332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/04/one-that-got-away.html' title='the one that got away'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-8668975070552141276</id><published>2007-04-14T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T04:25:25.349+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='home'/><title type='text'>homebase</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at nakauwi na rin ako, sa wakas! hehe! achooli, last week pa, dumating ako apr5 ng 1130pm mula sa bayan ng milkshakes. ang unang nasabi ko pagbaba ng eroplano, "nam$%@#$ naman! ang init!!!" hehe, ang arte na! sooobrang init naman talaga kasi, kapag pumapasok ako sa trabaho ng madaling araw, mainit na rin hindi kagaya ng dati. im glad to be back, iba pa rin talaga ang pilipinas. kahit anong sabihin nila, ayoko manirahan dun. unless na lang siguro na life and death situation na, haha. dito pa rin ako, mahirapan na kung mahirapan at least di kasing lungkot ng nasa malayo ka at mag-isa. dramaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8117994228682144630-8668975070552141276?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/8668975070552141276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=8668975070552141276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/8668975070552141276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/8668975070552141276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/04/homebase.html' title='homebase'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-2926032145743210098</id><published>2007-03-16T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T18:42:41.748+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='verità'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>verità</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"There will come a time in your life when you will be attached to a single person, for this person, you'd do anything and not think twice about it.. but when asked why, you have no answer.&lt;br /&gt;You'll try your whole life to understand how a single person can affect you as much as that person does but you'll never find out.. and no matter how badly you hate it or how badly it hurts.. you still love this person without regrets."&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/8117994228682144630-2926032145743210098?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/2926032145743210098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=2926032145743210098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/2926032145743210098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/2926032145743210098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/03/verit.html' title='verità'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-4061196254221515072</id><published>2007-03-15T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T07:03:33.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='things'/><title type='text'>stuff i've done throughout my lifetime</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;From Nina’s multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things You've Done&lt;br /&gt;Copy, bold the things you’ve done and post. Here are mine:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;01. Bought everyone in the bar a drink&lt;br /&gt;02. Swam with wild dolphins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03. Climbed a mountain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive&lt;br /&gt;05. Been inside the Great Pyramid&lt;br /&gt;06. Held a tarantula&lt;br /&gt;07. Taken a candlelit bath with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;08. Said “I love you” and meant it&lt;br /&gt;09. Hugged a tree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;11. Visited Paris&lt;br /&gt;12. Watched a lightning storm at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Seen the Northern Lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gone to a huge sports game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Touched an iceberg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Slept under the stars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Changed a baby’s diaper&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon&lt;br /&gt;22. Watched a meteor shower&lt;br /&gt;23. Gotten drunk on champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Given more than you can afford to charity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Had a food fight&lt;br /&gt;28. Bet on a winning horse&lt;br /&gt;29. Asked out a stranger&lt;br /&gt;30. Had a snowball fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Held a lamb&lt;br /&gt;33. Seen a total eclipse of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;34. Ridden a roller coaster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Hit a home run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;37. Adopted an accent for an entire day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment&lt;br /&gt;39. Had two hard drives for your computer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;40. Visited all 50 states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;41. Taken care of someone who was drunk&lt;br /&gt;42. Had amazing friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;44. Watched wild whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;45. Stolen a sign&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Backpacked in Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;47. Taken a road-trip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Gone rock climbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;49. Midnight walk on the beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Gone sky diving&lt;br /&gt;51. Visited Ireland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them&lt;br /&gt;54. Visited Japan&lt;br /&gt;55. Milked a cow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;56. Alphabetized your CDs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. Pretended to be a superhero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;58. Sung karaoke&lt;br /&gt;59. Lounged around in bed all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;60. Played touch football&lt;br /&gt;61. Gone scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;62. Kissed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;63. Played in the mud&lt;br /&gt;64. Played in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;65. Gone to a drive-in theater&lt;br /&gt;66. Visited the Great Wall of China&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;67. Started a business&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;69. Toured ancient sites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. Taken a martial arts class&lt;br /&gt;71. Played D&amp;amp;D for more than 6 hours straight&lt;br /&gt;72. Gotten married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;73. Been in a movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;74. Crashed a party&lt;br /&gt;75. Gotten divorced&lt;br /&gt;76. Gone without food for 5 days&lt;br /&gt;77. Made cookies from scratch&lt;br /&gt;78. Won first prize in a costume contest&lt;br /&gt;79. Ridden a gondola in Venice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;80. Gotten a tattoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. Rafted the Snake River&lt;br /&gt;82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;83. Got flowers for no reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;84. Performed on stage&lt;br /&gt;85. Been to Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;86. Recorded music&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. Eaten shark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;88. Kissed on the first date&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. Gone to Thailand&lt;br /&gt;90. Bought a house&lt;br /&gt;91. Been in a combat zone&lt;br /&gt;92. Buried one/both of your parents&lt;br /&gt;93. Been on a cruise ship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;94. Spoken more than one language fluently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. Performed in Rocky Horror&lt;br /&gt;96. Raised children&lt;br /&gt;97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour&lt;br /&gt;99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country&lt;br /&gt;100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over&lt;br /&gt;101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge&lt;br /&gt;102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking&lt;br /&gt;103. Had plastic surgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;105. Wrote articles for a large publication&lt;br /&gt;106. Lost over 100 pounds&lt;br /&gt;107. Held someone while they were having a flashback&lt;br /&gt;108. Piloted an airplane&lt;br /&gt;109. Touched a stingray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;110. Broken someone’s heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;111. Helped an animal give birth&lt;br /&gt;112. Won money on a T.V. game show&lt;br /&gt;113. Broken a bone&lt;br /&gt;114. Gone on an African photo safari&lt;br /&gt;115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears&lt;br /&gt;116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol&lt;br /&gt;117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;118. Ridden a horse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;119. Had major surgery&lt;br /&gt;120. Had a snake as a pet&lt;br /&gt;121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours&lt;br /&gt;123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states&lt;br /&gt;124. Visited all 7 continents&lt;br /&gt;125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days&lt;br /&gt;126. Eaten kangaroo meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;127. Eaten sushi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;128. Had your picture in the newspaper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;130. Gone back to school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;131. Parasailed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;132. Touched a cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;133. Eaten fried green tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;134. Read The Iliad - and the Odyssey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;137. Skipped all your school reunions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;139. Been elected to public office&lt;br /&gt;140. Written your own computer language&lt;br /&gt;141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream&lt;br /&gt;142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care&lt;br /&gt;143. Built your own PC from parts&lt;br /&gt;144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you&lt;br /&gt;145. Had a booth at a street fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;146. Dyed your hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147. Been a DJ&lt;br /&gt;148. Shaved your head&lt;br /&gt;149. Caused a car accident&lt;br /&gt;150. Saved someone’s life&lt;/span&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/8117994228682144630-4061196254221515072?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/4061196254221515072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=4061196254221515072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/4061196254221515072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/4061196254221515072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/03/stuff-ive-done-throughout-my-lifetime.html' title='stuff i&apos;ve done throughout my lifetime'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-453432970376184426</id><published>2007-03-13T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T18:56:15.636+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='somebody to love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='queen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='casino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='flight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;haaay.. im  still here, and guess what? i still wanna go home! waaaaah! all i do here is go online and watch tv.. oh yeah, and eat! we go to casinos from time to time but its not that fun, well for me it isnt coz i hate wasting good money haha.. right now im killing time by watching music videos on youtube.com, trying to find concert videos of queen performing their hits and so far, im enjoying it. i even found a number vids of my favorite queen song, somebody to love, yeyeh! haaay.. hope the following days would go by quickly, im dying to get home!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Countdown before my flight back: 22days&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/8117994228682144630-453432970376184426?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/453432970376184426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=453432970376184426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/453432970376184426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/453432970376184426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/03/and-counting.html' title='and counting'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-4326698320947462247</id><published>2007-03-07T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T07:46:21.156+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vegas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='countdown'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>alone and sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Im here all alone in Vegas and its killing me.. I so badly want to go home.. as in! haaaay.. kung ang layo lang nito e tipong Cebu to Manila e hindi naman ako magkakaganito but nooo, thousands of miles away! nasa 10-15000 miles away.. huhu.. haay Im thriving on text messages from my office friends, ym-ing with good friends.. emails from my TL and other people.. waaah.. aside from that, wala na akong magawa. I don't have the drive to go out, wala akong gana. I miss my room, my pillows, my family, my friends, my work, the traffic, the stress, shiyeeet I miss my life!!!!! sana next entry ko is better than this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Countdown before my flight back: 29days&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/8117994228682144630-4326698320947462247?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/4326698320947462247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=4326698320947462247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/4326698320947462247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/4326698320947462247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/03/alone-and-sad.html' title='alone and sad'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-5138368682108158573</id><published>2007-03-03T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T19:33:47.774+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='number'/><title type='text'>PASINGIT LANG PO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hey! If anyone needs to contact me for any important or not-so-important reason (or for ANY reason at all, haha), please try to reach me through this number: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;09276543899&lt;/span&gt;. I'll be using this number for the whole month of March until 5th of April. My other number will be inactive for the time being but I will use it right after the date abovementioned. Just send me a message, preferably with your email address if you need a reply from me and I'll try to get back to you as soon as I can. I'll see you all when I get back!&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/8117994228682144630-5138368682108158573?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/5138368682108158573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=5138368682108158573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/5138368682108158573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/5138368682108158573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/03/pasingit-lang-po.html' title='PASINGIT LANG PO!'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-6932609696402634032</id><published>2007-02-23T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T01:00:47.358+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quizbox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online quiz'/><title type='text'>killing time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;got this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://sarahcada.blogspot.com/2007/02/surveynessssss.html"&gt;Sarah&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;.. she got it from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://www.quizbox.com/personality/test82.aspx"&gt;Quizbox &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;though.. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;** &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Get to know yourself better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your view on yourself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are down-to-earth and people like you because you are so straightforward. You are an efficient problem solver because you will listen to both sides of an argument before making a decision that usually appeals to both parties.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The type of girlfriend/boyfriend you are looking for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You like serious, smart and determined people. You don't judge a book by its cover, so good-looking people aren't necessarily your style. This makes you an attractive person in many people's eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your readiness to commit to a relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You prefer to get to know a person very well before deciding whether you will commit to the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The seriousness of your love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You like to flirt and behave seductively. The opposite sex finds this very attractive, and that's why you'll always have admirers hanging off your arms. But how serious are you about choosing someone to be in a relationship with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Your views on education&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Education is very important in life. You want to study hard and learn as much as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The right job for you:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You're a practical person and will choose a secure job with a steady income. Knowing what you like to do is important. Find a regular job doing just that and you'll be set for life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How do you view success:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are afraid of failure and scared to have a go at the career you would like to have in case you don't succeed. Don't give up when you haven't yet even started! Be courageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;What are you most afraid of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are concerned about your image and the way others see you. This means that you try very hard to be accepted by other people. It's time for you to believe in who you are, not what you wear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Who is your true self:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;You are full of energy and confidence. You are unpredictable, with moods changing as quickly as an ocean. You might occasionally be calm and still, but never for long.&lt;/span&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/8117994228682144630-6932609696402634032?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/6932609696402634032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=6932609696402634032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/6932609696402634032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/6932609696402634032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/02/killing-time.html' title='killing time'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-7712117965606578628</id><published>2007-02-22T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T00:14:14.996+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Neil Gaiman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sandman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>randomness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piece of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like "maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real  gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Sandman: The Kindly Ones by Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;We were never loves, and we never will be, now. I do not regret that, however. I regret the conversations we never had, the time we did not spend together. I regret that I never told him that he made me happy, when I was in his company. The world was the better for his being in it. These things alone do I now regret: things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- Sandman: The Wake by Neil Gaiman&lt;/span&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/8117994228682144630-7712117965606578628?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/7712117965606578628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=7712117965606578628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/7712117965606578628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/7712117965606578628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/02/randomness.html' title='randomness'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-3083971281918137504</id><published>2007-02-21T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:44:10.414+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='galera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='team building'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beach'/><title type='text'>we beached!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zY2HbppfkfI/Rdw5xuXtMoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XuFnGvdmTZI/s1600-h/ixusbaby+9301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zY2HbppfkfI/Rdw5xuXtMoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XuFnGvdmTZI/s320/ixusbaby+9301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5033962009917207170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Just got home after another wonderful adventure with equally wonderful people.. so loving it! Photo taken while drinking famous Mindoro Sling with the sunset behind us.. and a foreigner with a local if you can see.. haha!! That bikini-clad "Tropical Princess" by the way, is none other than my boss.. you can't get luckier than having a boss like that! Love ya TL! ^_^&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/8117994228682144630-3083971281918137504?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/3083971281918137504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=3083971281918137504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3083971281918137504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/3083971281918137504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-beach.html' title='we beached!'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zY2HbppfkfI/Rdw5xuXtMoI/AAAAAAAAAAY/XuFnGvdmTZI/s72-c/ixusbaby+9301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-5372507947206235004</id><published>2007-02-16T12:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T14:44:10.553+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ixusbaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baguio'/><title type='text'>tamad-itis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zY2HbppfkfI/RdUyhuXtMnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CeuETdtwEBI/s1600-h/ixusbaby+8641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zY2HbppfkfI/RdUyhuXtMnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CeuETdtwEBI/s320/ixusbaby+8641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031983713620931186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nanggaling na naman ako sa Baguio (Feb5-8) wahaha!! I never get tired of it.. at shempre dahil meron na kong ixusbaby, I can take lots and lots of pichurs!! I soooo love it! bwahahahaha!! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I got a leave from work (last week, kaya nakapag-Baguio), it has become such a tedious task for me to wake up and drag myself to the office every morning.. Ewan ko ba, katamad! Parang may malaking anvil na nakakabit sa mga binti ko na pinipigalan ang pag-usad ko.. nakana! haha! Hindi ko alam kung kelan ako matitigil sa trabaho pero ewan ko ba, parang paikot-ikot na lang ako. Minsan motivated, minsan buraot na buraot.. Iniisip ko kasi, what if I stopped working? Halos a year na rin ako sa ganitong environment.. titigil ako mag-work tapos babalik ako ng school.. pero anong babalikan ko? Yeah I know, may thesis pa pero aside from that? Do I still have friends there? I'm really not sure.. I don't want to think about it, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm excited again coz next week, another long break from work! Sa Galera naman kami.. pers taym ko ayihi... baka di na ko makauwi.. mawala ako.. mahulog sa ferry.. makatulog sa bus at iwanan ng team mates ko.. huhuhuhuhuh.. ayoko na sumama! waaah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/8117994228682144630-5372507947206235004?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/5372507947206235004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=5372507947206235004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/5372507947206235004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/5372507947206235004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/02/nanggaling-na-naman-ako-sa-baguio-feb5.html' title='tamad-itis'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zY2HbppfkfI/RdUyhuXtMnI/AAAAAAAAAAM/CeuETdtwEBI/s72-c/ixusbaby+8641.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8117994228682144630.post-9072123005424962052</id><published>2007-02-16T10:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T10:39:42.059+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>just another Vday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;got this from a friend, sent via email.. swak sa Valentine's nung isang araw haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;**LOVE CHORVA&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;You may conquer with the sword, But you are conquered by a kiss" ~Daniel Heinsius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous"~Ingrid Bergman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"If music be the food of love, play on"~Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"It is never too late to fall in love"~Sandy Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love is like an hour glass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties"~Jules Renord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love is not finding someone to live with, It's finding someone you can't live without. ~Rafael Ortiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Where there is great love , there are always miracles" ~Willa Cather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"You call it Madness, but I call it Love" ~Don Byas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Where there is love, there is life"~Mahatma Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love conquers all.~Virgil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The heart has its reasons, which reason does not know."~Pascal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet."~Plato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven~Karen Sunde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Why is it when you love someone so much that you can never find the right words to tell them?"-alb to justin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Women are made to be loved, not understood. ~Oscar Wilde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away." - Dorothy Parker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it...It really is worth fighting for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk everything, you risk even more." - Erica Jong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions." - Isaac Bashevis Singer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness." - Oliver Wendell Holmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Maybe love is like luck. You have to go all the way to find it." - Robert Mitchum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love stretches your heart and makes you big inside." - Margaret Walker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love has no awareness of merit or demerit; it has no scale... Love loves; this is its nature." - Howard Thurman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love is like war: Easy to begin but hard to end." - Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other." - Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Where love is, no room is too small." - Talmud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Loves makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place." - Zora Neale Hurston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired." - Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"A love song is just a caress set to music." - Sigmund Romberg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit." - Peter Ustinov&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever." - unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"To love someone is to understand each other, to laugh together, to smile with your heart and to trust one another. One important thing is to let each other go if you can't do this."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love, an emotion so strong that you would give up everything, to just feel it once, to know that you are part of something special. To know that you can feel what love really is, to know, to feel, to love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Music is love in search of a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love is like a fire. Whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn your house down, you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Love is like a butterfly. It goes where it pleases and it pleases where it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Happiness is to love and to be loved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;True love doesn't have a happy ending, because true love never ends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Letting go is one way of saying i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Love turns winter into summer."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"No man is worth your tears, and the one who is won't make you cry."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Some people care too much. I think it's called love."&lt;/span&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/8117994228682144630-9072123005424962052?l=baklalangpo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/feeds/9072123005424962052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8117994228682144630&amp;postID=9072123005424962052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/9072123005424962052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8117994228682144630/posts/default/9072123005424962052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://baklalangpo.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-another-vday.html' title='just another Vday'/><author><name>dreababes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18175495157945929577</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v454/androgyny/images/10190044749434m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
