<?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-392902824190619556</id><updated>2012-02-15T08:35:53.020-08:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='Rock Lee'/><category term='melbourne shuffle'/><category term='clapham'/><category term='inspired'/><category term='pork chops'/><category term='cecon'/><category term='nanay upeng'/><category term='empire of the sun'/><category term='orange and lemons'/><category term='1985'/><category term='xgf'/><category term='ayala bombing'/><category term='1984'/><category term='noms'/><category term='lawliet'/><category term='ryuzaki'/><category term='Science museum'/><category term='nakakatouch'/><category term='study'/><category term='uk'/><category term='journal'/><category term='new year'/><category term='holy week'/><category term='ONL'/><category term='exibition road'/><category term='london'/><category term='call center'/><category term='work'/><category term='dance'/><category term='mazda'/><category term='L'/><category term='spielberg'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='bible'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='glorietta 2 bombing'/><category term='new year blog'/><category term='cosplay'/><category term='nana upeng'/><category term='happy'/><category term='may 26'/><category term='Science'/><category term='more post'/><category term='advance'/><category term='bday'/><category term='ISO psp file'/><category term='PSP™'/><category term='clementine'/><category term='holloween'/><category term='watchmen'/><category term='wasak'/><category term='rorschach'/><category term='cold'/><category term='promises'/><category term='Nomi nomi nei'/><category term='religion'/><category term='death note'/><category term='busy'/><category term='sick'/><category term='psp'/><category term='mx-5'/><category term='st. john&apos;s hill'/><category term='gutom lang'/><category term='nomar bustamante'/><category term='J.G. Ballard'/><category term='sleepless'/><category term='poverty'/><category term='jrock hair style'/><category term='happy new year blog'/><category term='Haircut'/><title type='text'>Ala-ala Ni Batman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-7405155922443469353</id><published>2011-07-14T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T08:20:03.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its been a year...</title><content type='html'>Wot up gee... Its been a year already since I last posted here &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;. I don't treat this a very popular blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just for the sake of it, here are some of the updates:&lt;br /&gt;•I have collected the seven orange balls from China and wished to be urban sexy already. So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;naw&lt;/span&gt; I'm even urban sexier than ever.&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Boying&lt;/span&gt; skills got better to the point I don't enjoy anymore.&lt;br /&gt;•&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hmmm&lt;/span&gt;... Love? Still no comment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lolloololo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Been through 30 different hairstyles. (well, maybe 10 only)&lt;br /&gt;•Didn't gain nor lost weight. I gain every week then lose the following week too. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Switched lights.&lt;br /&gt;•Switched companies.&lt;br /&gt;•Switched &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;gir&lt;/span&gt;........................................... girdles for men.&lt;br /&gt;•Drank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;proly&lt;/span&gt; 1000 liters of alcohol. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;•Etc.... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many updates. But the most epic one would be, BETTER &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NOMS&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-7405155922443469353?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/7405155922443469353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=7405155922443469353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7405155922443469353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7405155922443469353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2011/07/its-been-year.html' title='Its been a year...'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-3264193488346115782</id><published>2010-07-18T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T18:53:49.176-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nomi nomi nei'/><title type='text'>Nomi nomi nei</title><content type='html'>have us seen "10 things i hate about you"?&lt;br /&gt;a must see film man espacially if your with ur girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things i hate about noms:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "i hate he's religion"&lt;br /&gt;-im not religious but im spiritual. yes i do belong to a church.&lt;br /&gt;2. "i hate that he's a smoker"&lt;br /&gt;-its a bad habit i know&lt;br /&gt;3. "i hate the way he cuts his hair"&lt;br /&gt;-i look silly&lt;br /&gt;4. "i hate the fact that he's always right"&lt;br /&gt;-i commit mistakes too and im very sinful you know.&lt;br /&gt;5. he's short tempered&lt;br /&gt;-i can get pissed easily but im very jolly.&lt;br /&gt;6. "i hate when he's being matured"&lt;br /&gt;-sometimes i take things seriously... jokes&lt;br /&gt;7. "i hate when he's not texting me"&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;8. "i hate when i cant call him"&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;9. "i hate when he doesnt come by my area"&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;10. "i hate when he hates me"&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-3264193488346115782?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/3264193488346115782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=3264193488346115782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3264193488346115782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3264193488346115782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2010/07/nomi-nomi-nei.html' title='Nomi nomi nei'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-7988311078378812070</id><published>2009-12-01T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T19:41:15.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMB! (oh my budda)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;OMB!&lt;br /&gt;Digging my face to this table and numerous yawns are some attempts to escape boredom. Accumulating more of this listless weather just makes you want to burrow under your blanket longer than usual. And when i say longer than usual it really means twice than your standards. But it doesn’t end there. If you can quickly go to sleep like the confident Hatton when Paquiao KO’d him then good for you mate. But what if Hatton has insomnia like me? If you have insomnia you are not really asleep and you are not really awake, you are then somewhere in between. And believe me its bloody tough. In addition to this escalating trip to trance - i am religiously spending my breaks smoking. A trip to the smoking area gives me more excitement than sitting in lovely comfy chair while in operational mode. Imagine more if i reached the place and starts working on my smoke rings and mouth to nose smoke cycles. Perfect. Work doesn’t instigate good reasons to stay awake. More so it gives a rare opportunity to be rigid bored. I’m sleepy and when i have the chance to do so, effin hell i can’t!&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/392902824190619556-7988311078378812070?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/7988311078378812070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=7988311078378812070&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7988311078378812070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7988311078378812070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/12/omb-oh-my-budda.html' title='OMB! (oh my budda)'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-8708558946861264099</id><published>2009-11-18T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T02:40:50.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jrock hair style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noms'/><title type='text'>HAIR EVOLUTION</title><content type='html'>i was surprised to know that there are some of my colleagues who like cosplays too. i like cosplay too and i like dressing up and styling my hair. here are some of my futus. please ready your puke bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SwPOJtwZjPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/oRIuHjsxmQM/s1600/1_730520880l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SwPOJtwZjPI/AAAAAAAAAiY/oRIuHjsxmQM/s400/1_730520880l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405390644071468274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SwPOJEuJLfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Y0l6Q2Fmt7I/s1600/1_984941115l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 141px; height: 144px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SwPOJEuJLfI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/Y0l6Q2Fmt7I/s400/1_984941115l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405390633056153074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SwPOJK_ZsCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0dWH4EmKDSc/s1600/1_963825886l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SwPOJK_ZsCI/AAAAAAAAAiI/0dWH4EmKDSc/s400/1_963825886l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405390634739150882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SwPN1tclOjI/AAAAAAAAAiA/Wg_o7u73pmE/s1600/1_934125282l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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As much things happens in real life I find no time to blog them(and it oughta be this way!) lol*. The timing couldn't get any better since I'm now free at last to do stuff I want except blogging. I dunno if this is a good thing or bad. Since I have now time for fun seems I'm loosing my direction on the other hand(drama mode). I need to gather myself and think about the stuff I badly need to progress: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I need to focus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...New job is OK, I believe that my job should be an extension of my personality (this is what I've got so far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Save money is the key, I need to be stingy. I'm not gonna get rich like Bill Gates if I spend a lot now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Need to cut down on alcohol consumption and switch to sleeping pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I need to deal with Filipino stereotyping and just let God be my defender. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm used to sms using T9. I need to learn shorthand sms. Cost me more credit just because my sms' are too lengthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm drunk again. I need to treat this blog page as one, not like twitter. More meaningful words not just random crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm gonna sleep. This one has no draft, you've waste your time reading this entry lol*... Much thanks to my handful readers. If you want your 5mins back it wont happen! =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-7244157347999079206?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/7244157347999079206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=7244157347999079206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7244157347999079206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7244157347999079206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/10/focus.html' title='focus'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-1066172122950598976</id><published>2009-07-13T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:44:57.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xgf'/><title type='text'>what i hate about love</title><content type='html'>my x-girlfriend said that she will love me forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she broke up with me last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-1066172122950598976?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/1066172122950598976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=1066172122950598976&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1066172122950598976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1066172122950598976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-i-hate-about-love.html' title='what i hate about love'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-3690951647712199847</id><published>2009-05-15T03:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:46:18.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><title type='text'>ANGELS AND DEMONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O-M-G! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ulet&lt;/span&gt;... again &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;OMG&lt;/span&gt;! last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;toh&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;OMGeeeeeeeee&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the film was awesome. hope i can say a lot about it but i cant. SPOILER*anyway u should watch it. in my opinion Vatican... roman catholic has so many issues to address because they screw up people's belief in science long time ago. its the people in Vatican *the sickos* who often oppose and threatens scientist to be excommunicated or even worst to be sent to the gallows because of their advance thinking. Vatican felt that these people were the threat and hindrance for them to achieve more power in the world by controlling people's belief. well in fact science and bible coincide. bible explains what science cannot explain much more further. like... where emptiness came from before the big bang occur. Do you think emptiness or nothingness can exist when in fact the word itself connotes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NOTHINGness&lt;/span&gt;. Yes! because it is created by a supernatural power. Supernatural from the word itself explains more than every thing, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dumbass&lt;/span&gt; so stop arguing if there's really a God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; i hate to sound nerdy here but let me show you my prowess knowledge in science. Fill your brains and souls with this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No matter how hard you try you will never be able to grasp how tiny, how spatially unassuming, is a proton. it is just way too small.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A proton is an infinitesimal part of an atom, which is itself of course an insubstantial thing. Protons are so small that a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;dib&lt;/span&gt; of ink like the dot on this "i" can hold something in the region of 500,000,000,000 of them, or rather more than the number of seconds it takes to make half a million years. so protons are exceedingly microscopic, to say the very least.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now imagine if you can (and of course you cant) shrinking one of those protons down to a billionth of its normal size into a space so small that it would make proton look enormous. Now pack into that tiny, tiny space about an ounce of matter. Excellent. You are ready to start a universe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; assuming of course that you wish to build an inflationary universe. If you'd prefer instead to build a more old-fashioned, standard Big-Bang universe, you'll need additional materials. in fact, you will need to gather up everything there is - every last mote and particle of matter between here and the edge of creation - and squeeze it into a spot so infinitesimally compact that it has no dimensions at all. It is known as singularity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In either case, get ready for a really big bang. Naturally, you will wish to retire in a safe place to observe the spectacle. Unfortunately, there is nowhere to retire to because outside the singularity there is no where. When the universe begins to expand, it wont be spreading out to fill a larger emptiness. The only space that exists is the space it creates as it goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It is natural but wrong to visualize the singularity as a kind of pregnant dot hanging in a dark, boundless void. But there is no space, no darkness. the singularity has no around around it. There is no space for it to occupy, no place for it to be. We can't even ask how long it has been there - whether it has been there for ever, quietly awaiting the right moment. Time doesn't exist. There is no past for it to emerge from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And so, from nothing, our universe begins. THE END (that is if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; believe in God)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so see Bible comes in now from this end part of the story of science. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;tadaahhh&lt;/span&gt;! GOD created the nothingness! Science is middle part of the story, in short the missing link. And the bible is the beginning and the end of the story. Science knew the process but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; know where it came from and how it will end. Bible tells us the beginning and also how it will end. So fuck ancient Vatican for their thirst for power killing beautiful minds. When are you people gonna wake up? Your religion is based on rituals and teachings that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;doesnt&lt;/span&gt; even exist in the bible. A friend ask me "Are you religious?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i said "i am spiritual not religious, religion divides people, thirst for power, corrupt and creates chaos so i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; really like its many hidden agendas and besides... wait... are you catholic?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;friend says "yes why do you ask?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;me: "yeah besides your religion is fake anyway! kidding =)"&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/392902824190619556-3690951647712199847?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/3690951647712199847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=3690951647712199847&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3690951647712199847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3690951647712199847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-m-g-ok.html' title='ANGELS AND DEMONS'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-470638552814966254</id><published>2009-05-08T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T07:27:08.799-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inspired'/><title type='text'>inspired</title><content type='html'>I ask myself what will i write next and so with tideous effort here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numerous sighs and trips to dream land are my only escapes to pass time and endows me nothing. Put on my mp3 and how I wish I had those cheap ones sold in Quiapo from chinese vendors but not. Words from eraserheads inch my hyphothalamus. Words recur, spin, jumps, jumbles and what not. I wanna be poor because I am and enjoy being one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words like these keeps me alive and inspired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo ng, ah, tahong?&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo ng labong?&lt;br /&gt;Spagheti?&lt;br /&gt;Patitochini?&lt;br /&gt;Banana-Q?&lt;br /&gt;Nilagang suso?&lt;br /&gt;Tahong chips ahoy?&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo ng tapoy?&lt;br /&gt;Brokoli?&lt;br /&gt;Peanut brittle?&lt;br /&gt;Penekpekan?&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo ng, ah, kapeng barako?&lt;br /&gt;Blue marlin?&lt;br /&gt;Panga? Durian?&lt;br /&gt;Chalingak?&lt;br /&gt;Peanut kisses?&lt;br /&gt;Ah, champoy?&lt;br /&gt;Lomi?&lt;br /&gt;Shawarma?&lt;br /&gt;Buko pie?&lt;br /&gt;Humus?&lt;br /&gt;Hot sauce?&lt;br /&gt;Ox brain, kelangan mo ‘yon&lt;br /&gt;Leche flan?&lt;br /&gt;Kalderetang kambing?&lt;br /&gt;Pinatuyong itlog ng kabayo?&lt;br /&gt;Silicon implant?&lt;br /&gt;Ginataang manok?&lt;br /&gt;Ginataang gata?&lt;br /&gt;Ginataang niyog?&lt;br /&gt;Sarap, no?&lt;br /&gt;(’Di mo nasabi susie?)&lt;br /&gt;Ginataang susi?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-470638552814966254?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/470638552814966254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=470638552814966254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/470638552814966254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/470638552814966254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/05/inspired.html' title='inspired'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-9155179431829465145</id><published>2009-05-07T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T04:06:34.966-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bday'/><title type='text'>advance happy bday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;everyday i live as if its the last day i live. i eat as if its the last meal i'll have. i sleep as its the last night i sleep. i work as if its the last day i work. i do my best as if its the last. i might be dead in a few seconds after i right this post. no drafts to this one just flowing thoughts and inking right away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was an awful year for me. this year hit me like i was the confident Hatton and Paquiao was on steroids. i looked in the mirror and ask myself where am i now? i wasn't born with a trust fund. I grew up eating sardines out of a can shared with mates and heaps upon heaps of rice after a nice long game of basketball without shoes on. i quench thirst from a soft-drink so damn labored through "spots" , "drives" and "follow-ups". life was never the same again. getting old is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;question for Noms:&lt;br /&gt;what will you write next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"dont fuck with me bitch!"&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/392902824190619556-9155179431829465145?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/9155179431829465145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=9155179431829465145&amp;isPopup=true' title='141 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/9155179431829465145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/9155179431829465145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/05/advance-happy-bday.html' title='advance happy bday'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>141</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-3498744920681751284</id><published>2009-05-01T08:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T08:07:12.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>shuffle practice</title><content type='html'>i got bored... thousand apologies video is laggy cause im using a web cam... yeah im poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="480" height="420" FLASHVARS="first_video_id=gus2koayokona:video:34&amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;is_owned=1&amp;security=KiM9nbe16GgnXfXHBUS6hw" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-3498744920681751284?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/3498744920681751284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=3498744920681751284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3498744920681751284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3498744920681751284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/05/shuffle-practice.html' title='shuffle practice'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-3464949333903034771</id><published>2009-04-30T05:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T05:28:29.117-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wasak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='xgf'/><title type='text'>wasakan moments</title><content type='html'>"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;kang&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kwenta&lt;/span&gt;" she said.&lt;br /&gt;"thank you" i replied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"how are you and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dan&lt;/span&gt;?" i continue, to add more insult to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess she thinks its stupid that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; happy for her. she thinks i should be sorry because she has new boy friend now. she reasoned why she &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;cheated&lt;/span&gt; on me &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i know its a harsh word but truth sucks) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; its because she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want that 7000 miles distance apart. she cant stay normal so... she starts to forget me, phone calls not answered, cancelled, unattended, turned off and finally... no longer exist she changed her digits. i was left alone dreaming, saying i love yous, giving kisses and hugs, living in a delusional world where i thought she was just probably tired or busy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; why she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; want to hear my voice. but hold on... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; alone... she left me alone. guess how much it hurts? no metaphor for what i felt its just pure and intense heart ache.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; happy for her now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; over it and she thinks its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ridiculous&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-3464949333903034771?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/3464949333903034771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=3464949333903034771&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3464949333903034771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3464949333903034771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/04/wasakan-moments.html' title='wasakan moments'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6622663600662903738</id><published>2009-04-28T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:10:55.946-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy'/><title type='text'>im so happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im so happy! wuuuhooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;party at my place, i live at 123 fake street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6622663600662903738?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6622663600662903738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6622663600662903738&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6622663600662903738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6622663600662903738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-happy.html' title='im so happy'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-4176957514542387592</id><published>2009-04-20T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T15:14:28.998-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1984'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='empire of the sun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spielberg'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J.G. Ballard'/><title type='text'>Empire Of the Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Tae talaga! He's dead. he died yesterday... J.G. Ballard the man who wrote the novel "Empire of the Sun" made into film by Spielberg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No shenanigans to this post im just devastated. i think i'll watch a korean movie tonight and wet my duvet with tears. huhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-4176957514542387592?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/4176957514542387592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=4176957514542387592&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/4176957514542387592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/4176957514542387592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/04/empire-of-sun.html' title='Empire Of the Sun'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-2068014722579969599</id><published>2009-04-10T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:11:08.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ur god is dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;funny but i thought god never sleeps, never dies.&lt;br /&gt;italy buries their deads.&lt;br /&gt;ur god is dead?&lt;br /&gt;good friday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-2068014722579969599?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/2068014722579969599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=2068014722579969599&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2068014722579969599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2068014722579969599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/04/ur-god-is-dead.html' title='ur god is dead'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-2202105059685463460</id><published>2009-04-09T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:21:50.623-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pork chops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy week'/><title type='text'>cooking time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont like to cook. but every time i watch cooking shows i always say wtf that was so frickin easy i can do that too. *with an inspired face* i lit the stove and... what was it again that guy did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my roomate is a girl and she's a good cook too but she stayed over to a mate's flat for donkey days. dunno if she's coming back. sob* so im on my own here. so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if im not watching some cute and awesome japanese por... porridge... im learning how to cook. ^_~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but yeah i dont care if its holy week im having pork chops fo dinner tonight! yum yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-2202105059685463460?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/2202105059685463460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=2202105059685463460&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2202105059685463460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2202105059685463460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/04/cooking-time.html' title='cooking time'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-8907582917711898129</id><published>2009-04-07T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:14:46.123-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='study'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleepless'/><title type='text'>sleepless</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i only slept 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; yesterday meyn... well i guess i think 'twas only 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt;. anyway, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; so sleepy when i came to work today and i hate you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;redbull&lt;/span&gt;! so damn expensive! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i felt bragging to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;colleagues&lt;/span&gt; that i only had an hour of sleep because i stayed up late studying all night. they bought it and you will too because its true and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; not proud of it(maybe just a little bit). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i dont study really because i dont know how to *lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;liar! do you have a gun? shoot me please!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-8907582917711898129?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/8907582917711898129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=8907582917711898129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/8907582917711898129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/8907582917711898129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/04/sleepless.html' title='sleepless'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6548132047453852986</id><published>2009-04-02T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T17:21:04.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gun damn it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i went to Piccadilly Tucadero yesterday and i saw those cool gundam action figures. as usual i said gun damn it! too expensive! O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i should've bought some when i was still in battersea and the shop that sells cheaper gundams was just across the foot bridge. gun damn it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6548132047453852986?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6548132047453852986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6548132047453852986&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6548132047453852986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6548132047453852986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/04/gun-damn-it.html' title='gun damn it!'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-74164778923406733</id><published>2009-03-31T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T18:25:20.067-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='busy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promises'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more post'/><title type='text'>updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;been busy lately (lying)... i guess i'll try to post more from now on here and i might give money to a a fat bloke and a hobo, which i never do. enuf, too much lying for today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;unfortunately with my wifi connection here in my new flat i cant be bothered to post. im just so impatient. connection is so weak so i only get the chance to post during wee hours bcoz its the only time pips using the connection on this building were fast asleep and the connection is all mine. RIP mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway i want to know if someone is really visiting this page or am i hoping that there is. damn my self pity*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if u are here let me know dont be shy drop a comment... if you dont... hmp! i dont like you anymore. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;tnx guys...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-74164778923406733?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/74164778923406733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=74164778923406733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/74164778923406733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/74164778923406733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/04/updated.html' title='updated'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-5534015782625073629</id><published>2009-03-25T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T07:30:52.033-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='journal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='watchmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rorschach'/><title type='text'>rorschach's journal exerpts</title><content type='html'>Rorschach's Journal. October 12th, 1985. Dog carcass in alley this morning, tire tread on burst stomach. This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of blood and when the drains finally scab over, all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their sex and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout 'Save us!' And I'll look down, and whisper 'no.' They had a choice, all of them. They could have followed in the footsteps of good men like my father, or President Truman. Decent men, who believed in a day's work for a day's pay. Instead they followed the droppings of lechers and communists and didn't realize that the trail led over a precipice until it was too late. Don't tell me they didn't have a choice. Now the whole world stands on the brink, staring down into bloody hell, all those liberals and intellectuals and smooth-talkers, and all of a sudden nobody can think of anything to say.&lt;br /&gt;This city is dying of rabies. Is the best I can do to wipe random flecks of foam from its lips?&lt;br /&gt;Beneath me, this awful city, it screams like an abattoir full of retarded children. New York. Somebody knows why. Down there... somebody knows. The dusk reeks of fornication and bad consciences. I believe I shall take my exercise.&lt;br /&gt;42nd Street: Women's breasts draped across every billboard, every display, littering the sidewalk. Was offered Swedish love and French love, but not American love. American love; like Coke in green glass bottles, they don't make it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;I leave the human cockroaches to discuss their heroin and child pornography. I have business elsewhere, with a better class of person.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with Veidt left bad taste in mouth. He is pampered and decadent, betraying even his own shallow, liberal affectations. Possibly homosexual? Must remember to investigate further.&lt;br /&gt;I shall go and tell the indestructible man that someone plans to murder him.&lt;br /&gt;On Friday night, a Comedian died in New York. Someone threw him out of a window and when he hit the sidewalk his head was driven up into his stomach. Nobody cares. Nobody cares but me.&lt;br /&gt;There is good and there is evil, and evil must be punished. Even in the face of Armageddon I shall not compromise on this.&lt;br /&gt;Paid last respects quietly, without fuss. Edward Morgan Blake. Born 1924, forty-five years a Comedian, died 1985, buried in the rain. Is that what happens to us? A life of conflict with no time for friends… so that when it's done, only our enemies leave roses.&lt;br /&gt;Heard joke once: Man goes to doctor. Says he's depressed. Says life seems harsh and cruel. Says he feels all alone in a threatening world where what lies ahead is vague and uncertain. Doctor says "Treatment is simple. Great clown Pagliacci is in town tonight. Go and see him. That should pick you up." Man bursts into tears. Says "But Doctor... I am Pagliacci." Good joke. Everybody laugh. Roll on snare drum. Curtains.&lt;br /&gt;Away down alley, heard woman scream, first bubbling note of city's evening chorus. Approached disturbance. Attempted rape/mugging/both. Cleared throat. The man turned and there was something rewarding in his eyes. Sometimes, the night is generous to me.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a flash of enlightment in all this blood and thunder.&lt;br /&gt;If reading this now, whether I am alive or dead, you will know truth. Whatever precise nature of this conspiracy, Adrian Veidt responsible. Have done best to make this legible. Believe it paints disturbing picture. Appreciate your recent support and hope world survives long enough for this to reach you, but tanks are in East Berlin, and writing is on wall.&lt;br /&gt;For my own part, regret nothing. Have lived life, free from compromise ... and step into the shadow now without complaint.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-5534015782625073629?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/5534015782625073629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=5534015782625073629&amp;isPopup=true' title='109 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/5534015782625073629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/5534015782625073629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/03/rorschachs-journal-exerpts.html' title='rorschach&apos;s journal exerpts'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>109</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6145388751690867266</id><published>2009-03-23T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:12:11.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>me dancing ^_^</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tziUi0-13wo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tziUi0-13wo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6145388751690867266?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6145388751690867266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6145388751690867266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6145388751690867266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6145388751690867266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/03/me-dancing.html' title='me dancing ^_^'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-2566966305249159857</id><published>2009-03-13T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T15:52:05.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i hope you're doing well. As you read this I'm probably going to have my holy supper together with the Son of God soon and i just want to let this out of me. I have finally decided that there must be something inside of me that needs to be exorcized or all of my relationships are bound to fail. Things just can't go on like this any longer. I cry every night and it seems like I'm forever carrying around a ton of bricks on my shoulders. I don't want you to think that I started out this way because I'm trying to blame you in some way. I'm not. The problem is all mine and I'm willing to shoulder all of the blame. You work so hard trying to make a future for us and I should appreciate that. I do really but I get the feeling left out and I feel like you have no attention or time left over for me at the end of the day.When happiness fades, we need to look for new beginnings and I know it is difficult to let this relationship go. We have been through so much together. We have had our fair share of love and happiness. Let that be the memories that will stay with us as we go our separate ways. Continuing on will only leave us with more bitter recollections that will overwhelm the happier shades that we once shared. That's simply because true happy moments will never be possible from now on when the magical feeling has long gone. And i believe that only the unfullfil love can be the most romantic. Maybe we are like that and for that I'm truly sorry. But I also strongly believe that a person as special as you deserves someone much better. Even it hurt for me to see you with someone. Sometimes, even if we are the ones who initiate the break-up, it doesn't mean our hearts don't hurt. But as people say time heals all wounds. So, give it some time and the hurt will gradually lessen. Though we have been apart these months, i believed that life would bring us back together. That hope was a comfort and gave me the patience to wait for the future. My hope that my destiny would bring us back together meant that i never really had to say goodbye. There will always be a place in my heart that you will be fondly remembered. I wish you the brightest future and i hope you find all that you are looking for... I LOVE YOU SO MUCH... bye leigh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-2566966305249159857?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/2566966305249159857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=2566966305249159857&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2566966305249159857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2566966305249159857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/03/goodbye.html' title='goodbye'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6110502556546617796</id><published>2009-03-13T10:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:38:45.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shaolin my hair</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUuA6VnlXR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dUuA6VnlXR4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/03/shaolin-my-hair.html' title='shaolin my hair'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-2011714621196851922</id><published>2009-01-29T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:14:42.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melbourne shuffle'/><title type='text'>my melbourne shuffling plus bloopers</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" width="480" height="420" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=gus2koayokona:video:17&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1&amp;amp;security=vCIwfxfS%2BnD0lyzTExFhdQ" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hear the music because im far from the player... no timing at all lols*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im shy and people watching *go away*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" width="480" height="420" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=gus2koayokona:video:18&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1&amp;amp;security=8j2xfGa6nVEk%2BY6n6P0jbg" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-2011714621196851922?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6496096140959547430</id><published>2009-01-26T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T13:56:25.594-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jrock hair style'/><title type='text'>Vblog Jrock hairstyle tips</title><content type='html'>not enough time to write a post so i think im doin a vblog for now... its gonna be difficult to revive this site again, since most of me mates dont visit this site anymore... shush! leave a comment so that i will know that there still hope for this account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://images.multiply.com/multiply/multv.swf" width="480" height="420" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="first_video_id=gus2koayokona:video:14&amp;amp;base_uri=multiply.com&amp;amp;is_owned=1&amp;amp;security=4jidmAJ4mDOSXz1CwmD4rw" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6496096140959547430?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6496096140959547430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6496096140959547430&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6496096140959547430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6496096140959547430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2009/01/vblog-jrock-hairstyle-tips.html' title='Vblog Jrock hairstyle tips'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-3845149743199886277</id><published>2008-11-08T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T12:26:04.568-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawliet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosplay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='L'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryuzaki'/><title type='text'>Halloween Death Note Cosplay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRX0CFL8z0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8JbFZ0NRc5k/s1600-h/ryuzaki.jpg"&gt;I've decided to be L of Death Note for halloween.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Character Profile: L is a considered the world's greatest detective, and he takes on the Kira investagation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L, who also uses the aliases Hideki Ryuga, Ryuzaki, Eraldo Coil, and Deneuve, the latter two for which he has developed reputations as the second- and third-best detectives in the world, is quite secretive and only communicates with the world through his assistant Watari. He never shows his face to the world, instead representing himself with a capital L in Old English 5 font. After meeting the Kira investigation team, he request that the task force refer to him as Ryuzaki for discretion. Even the Kira investigation team never learns his true name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRX0CFL8z0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8JbFZ0NRc5k/s1600-h/ryuzaki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266383655868878658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRX0CFL8z0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8JbFZ0NRc5k/s400/ryuzaki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRX0CDcrPEI/AAAAAAAAASs/muBwtntRFVM/s1600-h/more+sake+enuf+with+sweets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266383655402159170" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRX0CDcrPEI/AAAAAAAAASs/muBwtntRFVM/s400/more+sake+enuf+with+sweets.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRXzxHIrVxI/AAAAAAAAASk/qI-FXFY7aD4/s1600-h/kenichi+matsuyama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266383364334245650" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRXzxHIrVxI/AAAAAAAAASk/qI-FXFY7aD4/s400/kenichi+matsuyama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRXzw2J4NnI/AAAAAAAAASc/JrItI-G_nDk/s1600-h/hmm+where%27s+my+name.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266383359775880818" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRXzw2J4NnI/AAAAAAAAASc/JrItI-G_nDk/s400/hmm+where%27s+my+name.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRXzwiDBM9I/AAAAAAAAASU/xni59Rk5myU/s1600-h/hideki+ryuga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266383354378400722" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRXzwiDBM9I/AAAAAAAAASU/xni59Rk5myU/s400/hideki+ryuga.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRXzwRHeCrI/AAAAAAAAASM/PGumAaWZSTI/s1600-h/eraldo+coil.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266383349833665202" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRXzwRHeCrI/AAAAAAAAASM/PGumAaWZSTI/s400/eraldo+coil.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRXzwKWKR9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JYG9BnmNnaw/s1600-h/Deneuve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266383348016236498" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRXzwKWKR9I/AAAAAAAAASE/JYG9BnmNnaw/s400/Deneuve.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-3845149743199886277?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/3845149743199886277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=3845149743199886277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3845149743199886277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3845149743199886277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2008/11/holloween-death-note-cosplay.html' title='Halloween Death Note Cosplay'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SRX0CFL8z0I/AAAAAAAAAS0/8JbFZ0NRc5k/s72-c/ryuzaki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-1460013273022295875</id><published>2008-05-27T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:30:58.824-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1985'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mazda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mx-5'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='may 26'/><title type='text'>Burp*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SDxgvFl_cjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/O-3TYd_sOF4/s1600-h/1_898349647l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205141631405093426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SDxgvFl_cjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/O-3TYd_sOF4/s400/1_898349647l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SDxgnll_ciI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XDOk2U8K_JE/s1600-h/q33_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205141502556074530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SDxgnll_ciI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/XDOk2U8K_JE/s320/q33_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205141262037905938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SDxgZll_chI/AAAAAAAAAQs/ez2LfEqvBjs/s200/1_884197514l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SDxgJll_cgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/plVhP3FH3Ho/s1600-h/1_399653392l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205140987159998978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SDxgJll_cgI/AAAAAAAAAQk/plVhP3FH3Ho/s400/1_399653392l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;First of all, I'd like to thank all the people who greeted me yesterday. I'm still overwhelmed by the greetings at my friendster page, I haven't receive such number of comments in just one day. Much thanks again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it rained yesterday and if you took time to read my previous post you'll know that it happens every time I'm celebrating 26th of May. And as I've said before maybe its God's sign that He will shower me with blessings yet another year.&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=480,height=360,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://10116013.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/q33_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe its an MX-5 mazda this year... ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-1460013273022295875?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/1460013273022295875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=1460013273022295875&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1460013273022295875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1460013273022295875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2008/05/burp.html' title='Burp*'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SDxgvFl_cjI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/O-3TYd_sOF4/s72-c/1_898349647l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6078137851415697145</id><published>2008-05-05T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T12:59:16.175-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exibition road'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poverty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Science museum'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gutom lang'/><title type='text'>Gutom Lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SB9l3KqmwSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DxnN4BdbXP0/s1600-h/1_740556886l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196984493439107362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SB9l3KqmwSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DxnN4BdbXP0/s400/1_740556886l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SB9lxaqmwRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fjr-PDEDmoc/s1600-h/1_540830157l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196984394654859538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SB9lxaqmwRI/AAAAAAAAAQU/fjr-PDEDmoc/s400/1_540830157l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SB9lmqqmwQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zsm_VqR7_Hg/s1600-h/1_330534379l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196984209971265794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SB9lmqqmwQI/AAAAAAAAAQM/zsm_VqR7_Hg/s400/1_330534379l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although I insist my childhood was happy one, it was shot through with unremitting poverty. My mom had great big ideas. She always had a yearning that someday we'll have a better house and things will get better. My mom and dad wanted to rise above the past and break the chain of financial struggle that they have from both of the family they came from - and always vowed to send us to a "good school" - but there were simply wasn't money. My dad was struggling just to put food on the table and I remember mom selling christmass decors and stuffed toys to help at that time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live in a small house made of a scarp plywood donated to us by neighbors, and some galvanized iron roofs that came from nowhere during typhoons. I remember mother would save 6 pesos from me father's salary when he went to Saudi Arabia to work as a driver. She saves that 6 pesos every payout and buys a brick one by one I was five years old and sometimes I imagine how many PomPoms snack food is that going to be from Manang Beth's sari-sari strore that time. As the years past, bit by bit our house started to look like a real one. In 1995 we have a 150 sq meter of house made of real roof and brick walls with proper windows too. We spent those years as a family, bouncing along the poverty line. That experience still haunts me today and drives me on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gutom lang toh... ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Science museum @ exibition road&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6078137851415697145?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6078137851415697145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6078137851415697145&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6078137851415697145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6078137851415697145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2008/05/gutom-lang.html' title='Gutom Lang'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SB9l3KqmwSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/DxnN4BdbXP0/s72-c/1_740556886l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-2086720360776614982</id><published>2008-04-19T02:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T03:26:52.408-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='london'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='st. john&apos;s hill'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clapham'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cecon'/><title type='text'>One Hand in the Pocket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-4pMya4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/FdDH-03l-7I/s1600-h/1_692511237l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190889925862648706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-4pMya4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/FdDH-03l-7I/s200/1_692511237l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-sZMya3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QBDM1vm-3Ak/s1600-h/1_381438237l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190889715409251186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-sZMya3I/AAAAAAAAAP0/QBDM1vm-3Ak/s200/1_381438237l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-kZMya2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/SOX6QrXy5Cs/s1600-h/1_685754801l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190889577970297698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-kZMya2I/AAAAAAAAAPs/SOX6QrXy5Cs/s200/1_685754801l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-aZMya1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GVFP0tLKzUA/s1600-h/1_278416926l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190889406171605842" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-aZMya1I/AAAAAAAAAPk/GVFP0tLKzUA/s200/1_278416926l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-UZMya0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/zHaEdDgtKeA/s1600-h/1_983300649l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190889303092390722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-UZMya0I/AAAAAAAAAPc/zHaEdDgtKeA/s200/1_983300649l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-LpMyazI/AAAAAAAAAPU/AWAaXhLyRvc/s1600-h/1_647601219l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190889152768535346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-LpMyazI/AAAAAAAAAPU/AWAaXhLyRvc/s200/1_647601219l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-ApMyayI/AAAAAAAAAPM/cSpjH3OgM_c/s1600-h/1_777779998l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190888963789974306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-ApMyayI/AAAAAAAAAPM/cSpjH3OgM_c/s200/1_777779998l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm90JMyaxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1RkGhx9cHeg/s1600-h/1_452148263l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190888749041609490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm90JMyaxI/AAAAAAAAAPE/1RkGhx9cHeg/s200/1_452148263l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And the other one is picking a cigarette.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So damn cold and walks on the park made it bloody difficult and my cigarette reserves are running low. They say that summer is coming but who knows. I got a weather forecast on my laptop but sometimes yeah its right and most of the times its wrong. And you can't really trust the weather forecast that's why its called forecast. In the morning its sunny, in the afternoon its windy and in the evening it rains. I really hope this coming July would get warmer I can't wait to wear those Billabong shorts and havaianas I bought in the Philippines. xoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of buying stuff in the Philippines... I have a terrible flu yesterday and I've tried the pharmacy near our flat and good lord the medicine my cousin told me to buy costs 3£ and 50P. I didnt want to spend that much because of just a flu, i thought that maybe if I cough it out, blow me nose and spit it out it will be probably gone after 2 days. Good thing I've searched around the house and found a cecon ascorbic acid vitamnins (oh for ghost sakes! I need a medicine not a vitamins!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-2086720360776614982?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/2086720360776614982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=2086720360776614982&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2086720360776614982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2086720360776614982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-hand-in-pocket.html' title='One Hand in the Pocket'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SAm-4pMya4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/FdDH-03l-7I/s72-c/1_692511237l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-1796827369714298854</id><published>2008-01-08T09:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T09:20:53.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>My dreams are always in black and white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you watched the "Waking Life" movie? Its interesting kasi they talked so much about dreaming, they say it can be a part of the waking life or a continuation of life after death (reincarnation) therefore sleeping eternally and dreaming. When a person dies in real life he will continue his life in a dream (he can continue his life or have another life/new beginning/rebirth), when he dies again in that dream he will dream again and everytime he dies he will have another different dream continuity. The process will continue until that person reached the pinnacle of perfecting his dream or otherwisely known as heaven (the perfect life.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reason why you can't remember everything in one dream is that it can be your whole life and you can only remember the important events in your life like your birthdays, events of being seriously sick, your dog died and so on and so forth... these are the only things that you can remember when you wake up. Other unimportant events are less be discarded like in real life. Do you feel that sometimes by having a 15mins nap and dreaming, when you wake up it feels like you already did have an hour of sleep, all because by having a very lengthy dream that you can't seem to remember every details of it you lost track of the time in reality. They say that a 8-12hrs dream can be an equiivalent of 60 years or a one human lifespan already.An 8hrs sleep can be your whole life, so imagine if a person died... he could be dreaming and dreaming and dreaming until he mastered the art of dreaming and have perfected it during the process and therefore resulting to heaven(he created.) They say in the "Art of Dreaming" (practiced by shamans long time ago) our physical body dies but not our astral body... They've mastered the art of controlling their dream by meditating and sleeping. Even if they only had a 30 minute meditation/nap the can stay awake and feel recharged for days, without sleep in days they can still perform task properly with enough stored energy like they have had a complete rest every day. Yes, we can be dream shamans too... Yes we can control our dreams and by constantly practising and controlling our dreams and improving our skills in the art of dreaming we can achieve perfection. Hence, when this life ends and we're already in our astral state body journeying our reincarnations and rebirthing in our own new world we can make that world what we so call "Eternal Life in Heaven." A gasoline boy works almost 22 hrs a day 7 days a week. He said he can fully recover and recharge his energy just by having a great dream that portrays his whole life in a 2hrs sleep. "A 2hrs nap feels like 60 years of sleeping and resting but sometimes I just wanted to have 30 years I hate growing old in my dreams!" says the gasoline boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From where do you think these phases came from?:&lt;br /&gt;Are you insane?&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious or are you dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;You're day dreaming again!&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams!&lt;br /&gt;Is this for real or am I only dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;Its a dream come true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By dreaming we are setting our own new dimension to live in, those subjects in that dimension are only created by our own playful yet powerful thoughts. You are the God of the world you created in your dream. You created it and you can control everything in it. So make every dream you have the best dream ever for in it you are free with no limits and bounderies. That's why we call it "its a DREAM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is a response to Kei's "Dreaming with a Broken Heart. Waking Up is the Hardest Part" post. Pa-uso ko lang tong post ko, di ko rin alam kung totoo *lol*. But I'm a dreamer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-1796827369714298854?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/1796827369714298854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=1796827369714298854&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1796827369714298854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1796827369714298854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2008/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6314981999074577308</id><published>2008-01-03T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T02:31:48.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy new year blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nakakatouch'/><title type='text'>Once a Year Pass</title><content type='html'>I don't know what to write on this post. I'm in front of the computer and tick by tick the clock beside me sounded like a time bomb that's about to explode. Afraid to even put on a CD that I'm religiously listening to lately, I'm afraid that I might relate my situation to it again. Instead, I prefer the clock's ticking sound... is it really accurately counting my time remaining here... here in inside my 3 dimensional hardiflex walls, are my stays in this comforting dark room really numbered? And soon my half naked body at night will be missed by these FHM calendar girls on my wall (I feel sorry for them, I think they were fooled by the cheap dim light I use during at night.) See, lately, I feel I am contributing to a worthwhile moments with my family and I remissed it a long time. I spent my new year at my grandmother's place along with my cousins who lived there. We're just 6 grandchildrend in my father's side, 6 is a small number but we hardly see each other after we've moved here in Makati. And I still miss my lola even until now, I will never forget what I have felt that new year's day. I've been wandering elsewhere for a very long time and I didn't even had a chance to visit them even those times when I worked in a nearby office in Eastwood Libis (a one jeepney ride and about 10 minutes away from my grandmother's place.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That new year's night, when my lola hugged me and greeted "Happy New Year, Apo!" it sounded like she said "Welcome back Apo ko!" . Tears pregnant with guilt came down from my eyes pass my cheek and down to my lola's shoulder. Why am I feeling this way? I understand my emotions that day, but why there were tears dripping down my eyes... that I don't know. I really miss her and maybe it was too strong and so instant that I didn't even had a time to buy to hid my tears from my cousins, aunts and uncle. And imagine what else happened after the new year's prayer? (new year's prayer is a family tradition where we gather around and pray exactly when January 1st strikes the clock.) We all cried and I ain't got a metaphor for that. I guess you'll understand it without further explanations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post pictures next time (I lost my USB T_T).&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by and whoever you are HAPPY NEW YEAR to you and may the force be with you! Always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151166815731602962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3ye7UZ2VhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/XUcl7jCcSeY/s320/Pix2913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this pic from a friends B-day, got it from emong. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6314981999074577308?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6314981999074577308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6314981999074577308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6314981999074577308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6314981999074577308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2008/01/once-year-pass.html' title='Once a Year Pass'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3ye7UZ2VhI/AAAAAAAAAO8/XUcl7jCcSeY/s72-c/Pix2913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-7209715960907463044</id><published>2007-12-31T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T01:47:32.084-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ONL'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haircut'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock Lee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orange and lemons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='clementine'/><title type='text'>Hours Are Numbered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3i6kUZ2VgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HMUif1_0pCY/s1600-h/1_774712843l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150071307013346818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3i6kUZ2VgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HMUif1_0pCY/s320/1_774712843l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3i6O0Z2VfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7ss4KYMk4dM/s1600-h/liam+gallager.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150070937646159346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3i6O0Z2VfI/AAAAAAAAAOs/7ss4KYMk4dM/s320/liam+gallager.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3i5mUZ2VeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aNvV5g489NM/s1600-h/RockLee_signature.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150070241861457378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3i5mUZ2VeI/AAAAAAAAAOk/aNvV5g489NM/s320/RockLee_signature.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3i49kZ2VdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zc3IaalFQAE/s1600-h/castro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150069541781788114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3i49kZ2VdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/zc3IaalFQAE/s320/castro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3iuk0Z2VbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9ENI8X31byc/s1600-h/1_878962867l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150058121463748018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3iuk0Z2VbI/AAAAAAAAAOM/9ENI8X31byc/s320/1_878962867l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3iuVUZ2VZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qt9ILkpQtn0/s1600-h/1_622475346l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150057855175775634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3iuVUZ2VZI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qt9ILkpQtn0/s320/1_622475346l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My year 2008 new look is like those of Rock Lee, Clementine of Orange and Lemons, or Liam ng Oasis or the Beatles look. *lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-7209715960907463044?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/7209715960907463044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=7209715960907463044&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7209715960907463044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7209715960907463044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/12/hours-are-numbered.html' title='Hours Are Numbered'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3i6kUZ2VgI/AAAAAAAAAO0/HMUif1_0pCY/s72-c/1_774712843l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6264976626420875254</id><published>2007-12-29T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T20:22:12.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PSP™'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ISO psp file'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='psp'/><title type='text'>Days Are Numbered</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3cb3UZ2VWI/AAAAAAAAANo/pMK4p-j0VuU/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(59).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149615336105334114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3cb3UZ2VWI/AAAAAAAAANo/pMK4p-j0VuU/s320/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(59).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3cbpEZ2VVI/AAAAAAAAANg/0qQJgfu82nY/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(55).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149615091292198226" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3cbpEZ2VVI/AAAAAAAAANg/0qQJgfu82nY/s320/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(55).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3cbWkZ2VUI/AAAAAAAAANY/I2IDb_n-UD0/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149614773464618306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3cbWkZ2VUI/AAAAAAAAANY/I2IDb_n-UD0/s320/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(53).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3ca5kZ2VTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/i4PDn_zLHUM/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(52).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149614275248411954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3ca5kZ2VTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/i4PDn_zLHUM/s320/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(52).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3cVp0Z2VSI/AAAAAAAAANI/sVMC-E97Kz4/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(58).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149608507107333410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3cVp0Z2VSI/AAAAAAAAANI/sVMC-E97Kz4/s320/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(58).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weeeee, its been a long time since I last blogged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sick for a week already, good thing is just a mild flu and cough. My computer is busted for almost a month and the telly has no cable 'coz our bedspacer bought a new telly so his using my room's cable tv connection so I have nothing to do at home except... Play More! ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good news Bords, I bought a PSP™. Since we don't celebrate Xmas on December 25th 'coz we're INC, I vowed to save money to buy myself a PSP™ this year with the help of my Xmas bonuses. As soon as I got my 13th month pay from my company I resigned right away and bought a PSP™ slim &amp;amp; lite. xoxoxoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its not that much: Its PSP™ slim and lite which is the latest version PSP2000 v3.71 m33-3 it debut 11th of November 2007 in Japan. Can save ISO games format, 4gig Sony™ mem stick, some of the games are saved in my hardisk so I can just load 'em in my 4gig mem stick if I'm done with the other games. Original SonyPSP™ headset with remote and DragonPlus PSP™ carrying bag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Out of topic:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I missed my X-colleagues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6264976626420875254?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6264976626420875254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6264976626420875254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6264976626420875254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6264976626420875254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/12/days-are-numbered.html' title='Days Are Numbered'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/R3cb3UZ2VWI/AAAAAAAAANo/pMK4p-j0VuU/s72-c/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(59).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-1455076272702337041</id><published>2007-12-01T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:17:38.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call center'/><title type='text'>My E-mail to John Durkin</title><content type='html'>I have a friend. He wants to put up a call center here in Philipppines and keeps bragging about that he can afford one (he's American btw.) I told this joe that I worked in a callcenter and I have lots of contacts since I worked for IBM contact verification department in Ambergris market-market. I have contacts in Asia Pacific and in UK. I even provided him a small callcenter to start with what ever he has to offer and buy a share from this company, its E-synergy a contact-center based in Laguna. We talked to the contact center manager, Regina. And we had a little brain storming about it. I don't really believe what John's saying that time and its been a year already since we talked about buying a share but it never even got close to that. And yesterday, he talked to me and started bragging again about the same old topic that we have for the past one year. We've been friends for about 3 years already. And he's a really good guy, smart and fun to talk to. He's old and he works as a consultant at NAPOCOR. The typical thing about John is that he always talks about things which he's not capable of but still insist he can. Same thing for the old people here in Philippines and it reminds me of my Lolo Ayong. When he want to do something he'll do it himself. Even though he can't he'll try. The only difference between Philippines and American old population is that Filipinos may brag about their capabilities but at least you can still see that they are proving you're wrong thinking that they're already old. American's are all tounge and no teeth, all talk no action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my email to John when I was still working for IBM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John,&lt;br /&gt;This is my email add. I sent you the job offer of the UK account. All the information is there.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't rang the company for the deal yet, but I told Regina about it.&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forwarded the job offer to her yet.&lt;br /&gt;I dont want her to get this contact behind our backs. Maybe we can do this if things works out.&lt;br /&gt;If your still interested with the 25% of Esynergy and a partnership&lt;br /&gt;just send me an email or give me a call, so we can set-up a meeting with them.&lt;br /&gt;I've got 10,000 leads from New Zealand and Australia. But I need to save it in MS excel and into my flash drive manually.&lt;br /&gt;I can't send information regarding that using my company's email address and I cant copy it&lt;br /&gt;and paste it in my yahoo mail, my yahoo mail is a blocked website at my office.&lt;br /&gt;All of the mailing sites are blocked except for our company's emailing system and i cant&lt;br /&gt;use that to send something outside they might trace it. They might find out Im sending out information.&lt;br /&gt;So I need to save it manually. I got a few at hand. I got some district hospitals, health&lt;br /&gt;boards which I think needs medical transcription accounts. I got ABS Banking, banks&lt;br /&gt;from New Zealand, and alot more. I have the CEO's, Country Managers, CFO's, General&lt;br /&gt;Manager and have their contact details.&lt;br /&gt;If we could get an account like this in United States, we could offer them to outsource here&lt;br /&gt;in Phillipines for a contact/call center since it will save them alot of money and the quality is&lt;br /&gt;great. Centers here in Phillipines is popping out like mushrooms, big and small.&lt;br /&gt;Its not a question if its going to be a large account or small one, I believe small time&lt;br /&gt;contact/call center also earns loads of money out of this. Outsourcing is the answer to&lt;br /&gt;gain more profit and cut down the business expenses. I think the problem with Esynergy is&lt;br /&gt;that they are loosing accounts because of lack of performing agents, small number of&lt;br /&gt;profitable accounts, funds and interaction with the clients can be far more effective if its a&lt;br /&gt;foreigner to avoid being bullied and to be put on a pressure situation. If its a foreigner&lt;br /&gt;who's closing a deal we can bid more money from the clients. We can agree to a certain&lt;br /&gt;standards which comes close to economic reality. That's why alot of contact/center here before are run by locals, but now more and more foreigner are buying these centers because they&lt;br /&gt;know its a damn good business. They've become instant millionaires, from what I remember,&lt;br /&gt;you told me that these guys are selling volks back in your country. Well look at them now,&lt;br /&gt;these guys are my boss and they're buying volks for collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regards,&lt;br /&gt;Noms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-1455076272702337041?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/1455076272702337041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=1455076272702337041&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1455076272702337041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1455076272702337041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-e-mail-to-john-durkin.html' title='My E-mail to John Durkin'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-8824411217262438342</id><published>2007-11-16T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:32:20.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back... OOPS I'm Gone Again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rz8AqjITfKI/AAAAAAAAANA/blz7eg4deJk/s1600-h/04112007035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133822831210232994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rz8AqjITfKI/AAAAAAAAANA/blz7eg4deJk/s320/04112007035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rz8AijITfJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VUA38JGH3Yw/s1600-h/04112007034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133822693771279506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rz8AijITfJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/VUA38JGH3Yw/s320/04112007034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rz8AXTITfII/AAAAAAAAAMw/o39mIkALkvQ/s1600-h/04112007034.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rz7-DjITfHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VaPFWgIVnYw/s1600-h/04112007033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133819962172079218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rz7-DjITfHI/AAAAAAAAAMo/VaPFWgIVnYw/s320/04112007033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rz79tjITfGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/gzCxhj2Wsc0/s1600-h/04112007032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133819584214957154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rz79tjITfGI/AAAAAAAAAMg/gzCxhj2Wsc0/s320/04112007032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waaaa... I missed my fans *pweh* (need a puke bag?*lol*). Not really, I missed almost a month to post an entry. Yes! You read it right a freakin one month of zero update! Wondering what the hell happen to me? A lot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Weekend:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disclaimer: This things are not supposed to hang around elsewhere for it might spread and can cause an non-adjustive swarm of complications. Therefore what is written here will stay here and only here it can be discussed and disclosure of the said information is strictly prohibited. (trainers are not allowed to go out with his/her trainees)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Ann, Dave (her husband) [both American] and 3 of my colleagues were having beer bash in broad daylight (7am-9an after shift) at Libis and being there for almost 2 hours and to the fact that were also too drunk to think with organized thoughts, Ann decided to go to a beach. Right away, on the spot, unplanned and I don't know what's gotten to Ann that day, but she insist on going there. I only have 200php and no extra clothes for the this. Ann asked her husband with conviction "Dave lets go to the beach! Now! I want NOW as in NOW, let me just finsh this bottle!" and his husband (like a little puppy with studded collar) said "ok if you want to..." I'm speechless for about 2mins and so the rest of my colleagues. Redhorse starts to kick in like a wild untamed beast, and it made me say the unfamiliar word Y.E.S. unconsciously. It was a freakin whole weekend we stayed in the resort and hell it was fun. We drink like there's no tomorrow and if there's any we would still spent that day drinking too seems 2 days were not enough for us. Art Parks (a co-trainee), Ann (trainer) and I were the ones left who can still manage to stand and talk loud on each others face (10 inches away). Cassidy (Ann's daughter) did join us while the three of us battle for the top scorer in our karoke challenge, but she's 11 yrs old, very pretty and she looks like 18 years old btw, she's the girl wearing a green shirt in the picture. I have lots of pictures of her and her mom wearing bathing suites (hope they aren't aware of this site or I'll be dead meat) and for some reason, which I don't know what reason, I deleted the pictures and these are the only thing left of it. Cassidy doest drink but stayed up late to join us. She did enjoy watching the three of us getting more drunk and listening to our noxious kareoke jammings with her cute and &lt;em&gt;rakista&lt;/em&gt; mom (wearing gray in the picture.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bad News:&lt;br /&gt;I have my own religion where I would format my hard drive without having a damn good reason at all and if I'm not making any sense I would answer stupid surveys from social netwoking sites like ehmm &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt; just for the sake of killing boredom. If these crazy rituals starts to take its own course it'll only means that I'm sick. For the past couple of weeks, one of the reasons I wasn't able to update my site is because I'm sick again. I was at the E.R. Makati Medical Hospital for this and guess what its all about? This one costs me 56php each for the anti-inflamatory medication which I need to take 2 times a day for 1 week straight, 12php each for the antibiotics, 19php for the hyrocloride candies, 120php for the gargle and last but not the least no smoking for 3 weeks. All because of acute tonsillopharyngitis (lamemans term: sore throat according to a friend who's a nurse.) Cause me a barrel of "lack of complaint attitute" and a box of "rules and regulation assessments every 4 hours" to get well soon and are you kidding me 3 weeks is not worth it. I was expecting it will only last for 5 days because of my restraint and I'm stricly following the doctor's advise plus the expensive medication I take and I have to borrow money from my mom just to buy those. Its mandatory for me to go to a doctor or hospital whenever I feel sick because I'm so afraid that something might happen worst like those on korean movies. They never knew that they have some termed-illness until they fall in love to some one and later die (ref: Lover's Concerto/Yeonae soseol and Now and Forever/Yeolliji movies that would move you I recommend this film to be watch with your boy/girlfriend... ok enuf of that.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this ability to literally get sick if I want to. I can do it in an instance without doing something that would make me ill at all (ok I'm not making any sense here.) What I mean is I can be sick just by thinking "I'm not well today." Therefore providing me a valid reason not to do things. I'm a type of guy who's always on the go and I hate being sick *seriously writting.* Believe it or not I don't want this talent or mutant ability if that's what you call it (the its-all-in-the-mind thingy) cause everytime I feel lazy = same feeling I'll get sick afterwards =c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Very Good News:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The result of my application in Impact College London for an ABE Business Adminstration course came last Oct. 22 and I'm so delighted and exuberated (delighted/exuberant = english terms?! UK eh*lol*) And I think it will just take me 3-4 more weeks before I'm outta here XD. There will definitely be a sad feeling too (mix emotions nga!) because I've known alot of people and made alot of friends here and I'm currently making new friends now in the office, it's a continous process, they come and go but the most important thing is keeping in touch and waving a hand if you've come across them, by any chance. Being able to be far away from home, to live on your own is a difficult thing to do. It'll be a different environmet there too. I mean not quite but really really different weather, December is the coldest month in Berkshire. Add up the loneliness throught December and talk about holiday season huh *sob* =c&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enuf!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I had more time here and I wish for the couple of weeks of my stay here would be those really really good ones! (If your reading this, send me money so I'll be happy today *lol*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for droping by and hope you guys have a good weekend too. Inuman na! I'll be at Mark's place, drinking. Its not good to drink and drive so always be careful, I prefer to smoke and fly than to drink and drive. XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;CIAO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-8824411217262438342?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/8824411217262438342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=8824411217262438342&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/8824411217262438342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/8824411217262438342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/11/waaaa.html' title='I&apos;m Back... OOPS I&apos;m Gone Again...'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rz8AqjITfKI/AAAAAAAAANA/blz7eg4deJk/s72-c/04112007035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-8104534852848402963</id><published>2007-10-27T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T11:32:49.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nana upeng'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanay upeng'/><title type='text'>Nanay Upeng</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RyP2VCTkSKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u_T9SrMGfFM/s1600-h/junjun.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126211642134382754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RyP2VCTkSKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u_T9SrMGfFM/s400/junjun.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RyP1-iTkSJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fdmx0PLtpLI/s1600-h/ako.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126211255587326098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RyP1-iTkSJI/AAAAAAAAAMI/fdmx0PLtpLI/s400/ako.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had this dream of Nanay Upeng who just passed away last month. I wasn't able to post this last month because I was so tired to do so after the trip from Nueva Ecija. Nanay Upeng wanted us to visit Nueva Ecija, too bad that it had to be her funeral before we went there. I can't remember what the dream was all about. This is weird 'coz its not so often that I forget dreams.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RyP2riTkSLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/VuUB-ZMnYoU/s1600-h/nanay+upeng.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126212028681439410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RyP2riTkSLI/AAAAAAAAAMY/VuUB-ZMnYoU/s320/nanay+upeng.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nanay Upeng is the strongest lola I know. I even call her "&lt;em&gt;cerbesa lola" &lt;/em&gt;behind her back *lol*&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;I could have betted my writting hand that she would die at the age of 120. If you took time to read some of my previous post you may know I have insomnia and I never have had a better companion for a bottle of beer but Jun-Jun and Nanay Upeng before bed. I missed those times when she kept the Gimenez family laugh through tough times. Although I'm just a visitor I never felt I'm an outcast simply because she's there for me. I feel I belong when she's around but how about now, she's gone? I like her funny antics even though it's really those antic jokes. She would kid around about me buying another bottle of beer for her and my girlfriend would grin at her wasted lola. For Jun-Jun, he would hug her lola like a man I know would never hug an old lady that way and then he said to her "Mahal na mahal ko 'to si Nana Upeng eh." and she replied "Wooo! Sige nga... penge pera kung ganon!" She would make the whole family laugh even though there's a power-outage and she would make them pay her by entertaining them with her "&lt;em&gt;celindro" (a harmonica). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She never had a child nor a husband but even though she never had one, she still have a bunch of loving grandchildren and I loved her like my own blood aswell. I got really affected when I heard she passed away. She taught me without ever preaching. She taught me how to live life well and smile a lot. She always put family first before anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To Nanay Upeng, I love you. I love you with all my heart and soul. Though I have remiss it, I hope you know it. You will always be here *pointing at my chest* and I will miss the companionship and your being just "nanay upeng attitude" . Your the best lola to your grandchildren and friend to me. You will be missed by the family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-8104534852848402963?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/8104534852848402963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=8104534852848402963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/8104534852848402963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/8104534852848402963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/10/nanay-upeng.html' title='Nanay Upeng'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RyP2VCTkSKI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/u_T9SrMGfFM/s72-c/junjun.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-3234194101533745269</id><published>2007-10-19T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:22:35.632-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glorietta 2 bombing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayala bombing'/><title type='text'>Act of Terrorism or LPG Explosion?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiHNqpIHqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/W_nIWNe2aJo/s1600-h/blast8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122993244988776098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiHNqpIHqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/W_nIWNe2aJo/s400/blast8.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiHAKpIHpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2D9YiVTlNxc/s1600-h/blast7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122993013060542098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiHAKpIHpI/AAAAAAAAAL4/2D9YiVTlNxc/s400/blast7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiGxapIHoI/AAAAAAAAALw/0Cma636TtcM/s1600-h/blast6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122992759657471618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiGxapIHoI/AAAAAAAAALw/0Cma636TtcM/s400/blast6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiGqqpIHnI/AAAAAAAAALo/p4dKCRXp6XE/s1600-h/blast5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122992643693354610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiGqqpIHnI/AAAAAAAAALo/p4dKCRXp6XE/s400/blast5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiGgqpIHmI/AAAAAAAAALg/j6BDv-fuGxQ/s1600-h/blast4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122992471894662754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiGgqpIHmI/AAAAAAAAALg/j6BDv-fuGxQ/s400/blast4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiGZqpIHlI/AAAAAAAAALY/IU49b5NLwsA/s1600-h/blast3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122992351635578450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiGZqpIHlI/AAAAAAAAALY/IU49b5NLwsA/s400/blast3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiGQqpIHkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MMBp12gXe48/s1600-h/blast2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122992197016755778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiGQqpIHkI/AAAAAAAAALQ/MMBp12gXe48/s400/blast2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiFy6pIHjI/AAAAAAAAALI/EkLmYTXn2Mo/s1600-h/blast1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122991685915647538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiFy6pIHjI/AAAAAAAAALI/EkLmYTXn2Mo/s400/blast1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just woke up and I heard what's the lastest in the real world on a news flash (because I work during wee-hours of the night). So I have no idea what's happening during daytime. Reports mumbled on the tv set and I was still half asleep when I got up to eat. My brother was busy on my computer (we share room) and I thought it was just the usual flash reports of drunk drivers hitting posts and barricades on Edsa. But as I munched my breakfast, &lt;em&gt;inasal&lt;/em&gt; chicken to be specific, my other senses completely woke me up and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;with the yummy look on my face*&lt;/span&gt; I watched the news-flash with no intension of watching it at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Initial reports on the Glorietta 2 blast was due to LPG tank explosion, and it went off inside the Peking Garden Restaurant at the Glorietta 2 around 1:20 p.m. This is where my aunt used to work before and this is where her son's wedding recepcion took place (now its a pile of rubble, sorry to interupt the story coz it brings back the memories, I was the ring bearer on their wedding and it was my first time to be one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my opinion it was way too powerful to be an LPG tank explosion. As you can see on the pictures the damage extent is also shocking. The 4th report update was: 4 people found dead on the scene and 4 more died in the hospital and 56 people were seriously injured and brought to Makati Medical Center. Another witness said that the explosion was so strong that the trembling was felt up to the third level. The explosion ripped through the roof of the mall and damaged nearby shops. Debris from the blast were scattered on the streets. How the hell can this be an LPG tank? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I know the reason why president Gloria did not attend the grand opening of our office in Cubao. Scarred sh*t to be assassinated and if I remember right Frankie did told us he will if he saw her *lol*. I think the adiministration is tasting the countries' sorry ass picture around the world. Why would you think &lt;em&gt;desperate housewives&lt;/em&gt; had provided a belittlement to Filipinos? Because we Filipinos kill each other, countrymen who wants liberation and revolution bombs his own country (what the hell? What kind of principle is that?). It hurts to see the country in deep mud that we Filipinos dug ourselves. I believe that we still have our long-standing esteem as Filipinos and I applaud you if you still have one. For those people who mocks us because we have flaws, I wish you rot in hell. And for those Filipinos who adds more dirt to our flag than senators and congressmen do, may satan take your soul right away and it'd be a better Philippines without all of you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-3234194101533745269?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/3234194101533745269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=3234194101533745269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3234194101533745269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3234194101533745269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/10/act-of-terrorism-or-lpg-explosion.html' title='Act of Terrorism or LPG Explosion?'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxiHNqpIHqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/W_nIWNe2aJo/s72-c/blast8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-961587794486857986</id><published>2007-10-14T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:48:52.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell Album Orange And Lemons (Moonlane Gardens)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxMGUqpIHiI/AAAAAAAAALA/WbwOH9XTd_A/s1600-h/moonlane+gardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121444153364323874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxMGUqpIHiI/AAAAAAAAALA/WbwOH9XTd_A/s320/moonlane+gardens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I post this in my review page in friendster but I also felt to post it here in my blog aswell. ONL played a great part in my life. They were the new age Beatles and I humbly admit I have a beatlemania syndrome ever since, from the moment I developed sense of hearing I knew I had "the Beatles" in my system.&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=216,height=216,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://10116013.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/moonlane_gardens.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to handle this review with great courage to face the recent broke-up of the band that I applauded during their live performances and cherished the music they made. I saw Clementine's blog about the individual and musical differences between band members and the management though that's the main reason he didn't specify on a certain issue.I don't know if its just a publicity or so. But Clem did assure its not. Come to think of it the group's disbandment was announced when the second single from their "Moonlane Gardens" album "Fade," was about to be released. Yeah they fade right...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the album. Its a great farewell album and I thought it'd be a collectors item. I like listening to tracks that Clem had provided on this album. They went much deeper on this one. I don't know if I heard Clem right I think he said "80% of ONL is my intellectual property." *asim dba?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watch out for these tracks:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moonlane Gardens&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's About Time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ode To Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eleven Minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;These are my favorite tracks and everything on the album is just great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guaranteed 110% you'll love this album if you're intellectual, if you know what I mean. If you like listening to Sean Kingston's shallow music you'll find "Moonlane Gardens" album hard to digest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-961587794486857986?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/961587794486857986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=961587794486857986&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/961587794486857986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/961587794486857986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/10/farewell-album-orange-and-lemons.html' title='Farewell Album Orange And Lemons (Moonlane Gardens)'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxMGUqpIHiI/AAAAAAAAALA/WbwOH9XTd_A/s72-c/moonlane+gardens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-7154087972737519328</id><published>2007-10-13T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:13:48.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxFt7qpIHhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W73er_6K4FE/s1600-h/BAngs+kng+BAngs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120995123123461650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxFt7qpIHhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W73er_6K4FE/s320/BAngs+kng+BAngs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxFtH6pIHgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lDLykIxfXts/s1600-h/Tjm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120994234065231362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxFtH6pIHgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lDLykIxfXts/s320/Tjm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I forgot to post this last friday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leigh fetched me after my work and we ate dinner together. We haven't seen each other for two days already because of our hectic schedules. So we're excited to see each other and she treated me for dinner (she always does that since I don't have money coz I just got my new job last 2 weeks). While eating, we also talked about work and how we missed each other *kilig* how we texted each other goodnights and said I love yous over and over and over again before hanging up the phone. My minds works better when I'm with her. When I'm not with her I can't think of anything without her in between. Everything reminds me of Leigh and that's how important she is to me. Every second I have is a hell of worries and misses if she's not with me. I'm worrying if she's taking her lunch on time, if she's drinking enough water, if she's ok inside the jeep - if she's getting squeezed by men sitting beside her, if she got off safely, does she have umbrella, if she's getting soaked by rain... and more. I wish I have her inside my pocket so I can be with her and keep her safe all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-7154087972737519328?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/7154087972737519328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=7154087972737519328&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7154087972737519328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7154087972737519328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-forgot-to-post-this-last-friday.html' title='Chummy'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RxFt7qpIHhI/AAAAAAAAAK4/W73er_6K4FE/s72-c/BAngs+kng+BAngs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-3262761752007399730</id><published>2007-10-12T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T08:36:48.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Awhile in Friendster</title><content type='html'>Before anything else, I just want to invite everybody to&lt;br /&gt;Start:Oct 17, '07 10:00pm&lt;br /&gt;End:Oc t 18, '07 04:00am&lt;br /&gt;Locati on: Club Embassy, The FortLaunch of the Kidrobot Philippine DunnySeries 4 LaunchFeaturing Live Art from Nels Yumul and the Weewilldoodle Crewand Artist Louie for Nardong Tae. In case you don't know I'm also a fan of various art toys though its expensive and I never had one but I'm planning to collect some if favored to earn money for expensive hobbies like these (which is imposible so it's a part of frustration now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got bored to my &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt; account. Everytime I check someone's page its the same old sh*t. There's really nothing to do much in friendster except personalize your page or change your profile whenever you feel it's been like that for a long time. No one there even blogs and who cares even if you have one. They're not gonna spend 20php rental fee to read your unpopular blog even if they're your close friends. Instead, they will add random people who doesn't even have a decent picture or a bunch of posers trying to be someone else by posting a really gorgeous picture as their primary photo *turns out to be fake*. What a loser. Enuf of the whining. I guess we just have to deal with it. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;PERIOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun at work during the past few days. We were getting paid to watch movies and video clips all day. I love training in this company. We got a sexy foreigner trainer and she also gives lots of treats and freebies too. And I hope it's going to be like that until product training aswell. My only problem though is transportation. I get tired easily and its my fault. Smoking really shortens breathing process. The walks are far too long for me now and I hope this is not a sign of aging *sob*. I only smoke 4 cigarettes a day or a maximum of 10 but that's on odd occasions only because I also get a nausea whenever I smoke too much. I dunno why I get tired easily maybe I'm just too lazy *lol*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remarks: Moderate cigarette cravings, exercise again, wake up early to avoid tardiness and buy MRT stored value card to avoid the time consuming ticket line *lol*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addition: I've been tracking time since last monday and it's 9:00pm and it's gonna be a normal sleep for me tonight like how my previous weeknights ended up. Because I'm so freakin tired, I dont have to worry about my insomnia, I won't even have to buy 2 stallions of red horse tonight. YEAH!!! Goodnight everybody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-3262761752007399730?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/3262761752007399730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=3262761752007399730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3262761752007399730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3262761752007399730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/10/well-i-got-bored-to-my-friendster.html' title='After Awhile in Friendster'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-5849506333744271196</id><published>2007-10-05T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T02:29:36.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MRT Chaos</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the late post, it happened yesterday. I was too tired to even tell the story to my mom and I can't hardly lift the corners of my lips because of exhaustion. I went straight to bed not fulfilled *do you feel the same way sometimes?* Going to bed but feeling abit disturbed because there's a story or a thing that happened to you and you really want to share it to someone but you can't maybe because of some reasons *reason for me is Im tired and I want to sleep right away.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work requires me to ride the MRT from Guadalupe to Cubao and vise versa *now you'll have an idea where I live and where I work*. We have a garage but we don't have a car and never had one neigther.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gus2koayokona.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwb8zgoKCtQAAAVWS181"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story:&lt;br /&gt;The train is so jam pack, we're more than like a sardines in a can, we're like ammunition in a box ready to be fired. People were sweating like pig and smelling like one. I don't want to even get close to a man wearing a corporate attire beside me because his long sleeve polo is so soaked with his own sour sweat *cute asim face on*. Then there's this guy came barging in the train and when he got caught by a lady and her boyfriend, he shouted "HOY, YUNG LAPTOP KO NAMAN BAKA MABASAG, pag nabasag naman to di niyo naman kayang BAYARAN!!!" then the train went on. The lady whispered "Ayoko nga umusog don baka mabasag ko pa laptop niya..." the boyfriend answered "Ang galing magyabang ng laptop wala naman pambili ng kotse." and they both laugh and so am I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gus2koayokona.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwb8zgoKCtQAAAVWS181"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing Remarks:&lt;br /&gt;I will save money to buy a bike. I guess the studio will just have to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gus2koayokona.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwb8lAoKCtQAAH2OFEc1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gus2koayokona.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwb8zgoKCtQAAAVWS181"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gus2koayokona.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwb8lAoKCtQAAH2OFEc1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gus2koayokona.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwb8zgoKCtQAAAVWS181"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gus2koayokona.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwb8lAoKCtQAAH2OFEc1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://gus2koayokona.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rwb8zgoKCtQAAAVWS181"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-5849506333744271196?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/5849506333744271196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=5849506333744271196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/5849506333744271196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/5849506333744271196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/10/mrt-chaos.html' title='MRT Chaos'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-1729760254256142656</id><published>2007-09-28T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T08:34:15.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im a Sentai Fanatic</title><content type='html'>Have you thought of your childhood days lately? Now that there's a show in GMA called Zaido, sentai shows came to my attension once again. I remember blogging about sentai series coming back to television. Looks like someone from GMA has been reading my unpopular blog *lol*.&lt;br /&gt;I really like asian superheroes (sentai) than western (DC and MARVEL). Although I also collect comic books from Dc and Marvel but that's completely different from watching sentai. I grew up watching sentai and I still remember those days where we would watch it from our TV set with a huge cabinet (I wonder if someone still have those kind of tv sets until now).&lt;br /&gt;My favorite sentai series is &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Choudenshi_Bioman"&gt;Bioman&lt;/a&gt;! Do you still remember how the first yellow 4 died? When I was a kid I thought superheroes can't die, But bioman was so original. I mean, it was a very kiddie stuff but at the same time it has an emotional touch on it. So they killed yellow 4 and then replaced her... that was an amazing idea "A member of a Superhero group dies" not only it attracted more kids and adult viewers it also started the "Death of Superheroes era"! They change what people thought... that superheroes can't die and they gave westerners ideas to produce more money by killing superheroes. So what DC did they killed Superman via Doomsday to keep readers buying new issues. And if Im right Superman vs Doomsday comic issues was so expensive that time and Superman's Death was even more. Those are vintage comics now. I know some people who has copies and they even frame those.&lt;br /&gt;USA have Superman, JAPS have Bioman. What do we have? I prefer watching Lastikman than Zaido. I felt GMA is being a copycat. Mars Ravelo is one of the Pinoy's Sci-Fi hero creators although his creations have some western similarities Im still thankful that we have our very own Stanley. Btw my favorite Pinoy Superheroes are Pedro Penduko and Panday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i199.photobucket.com/albums/aa95/wtfpz/bioman.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Here are the last 2 EP of Bioman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PUJyDLISNb4" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PCuZ03hXEA8" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-1729760254256142656?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/1729760254256142656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=1729760254256142656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1729760254256142656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1729760254256142656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/09/im-sentai-fanatic.html' title='Im a Sentai Fanatic'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-2915221536934207931</id><published>2007-08-29T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T01:51:05.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy</title><content type='html'>Probably this is the yet the longest time I haven't blog. I've been busy lately. I'm hooked again to my character in my online game. It consumes 5 hours of my free time everyday and I need rehabilitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also I have a video clip that I made in youtube. Its like a short film about nothing *lol*. My friends and I were just having fun when we shoot it, we didn't expect that it would come out that way. I also did the editing here ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PyEX5pnLQFI" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1WjoGJEVaZ0" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FEDCGBMWWlQ" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-2915221536934207931?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/2915221536934207931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=2915221536934207931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2915221536934207931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2915221536934207931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/08/busy.html' title='Busy'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-2204818066500780840</id><published>2007-07-31T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T02:55:43.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke on the Water</title><content type='html'>Rain has started to fall again for the past few days but it's kind enough to stop for my little trip to my friends place during evening to smoke. NOT weeds but cigarettes. Yeah I know smoking is bad to your health but now I only smoke after a meal... OK maybe not. But I believe that people, once they reach the age where they can buy cigarettes, have an idea of responsibility. That's why Grade School was hell, High School was purgatory: discipline-wise. College students, old enough to drink beer and go to clubs should at least be trusted to maintain an air that invokes respect. They should not be choked to uniformity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that my dad knows that I smoke, sometimes he advises me about the side effects of smoking but he never grounds me because I smoke. The beers in the fridge is free if your at least 18 years old. We have beers in our fridge not because we're alcoholics. We don't drink beer because we want to get drunk. Its for relaxation purposes only. My brother and I are so afraid to be caught drunk by dad that's why sometimes if we're drunk we usually sleepover to a friend's house or stay until we're not drunk anymore or keep our alcohol tolerance level down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing for those who doesn't have a sleeping problem or insomnia. Its so nice to sleep this time of year (rainy season). =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-2204818066500780840?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/2204818066500780840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=2204818066500780840&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2204818066500780840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2204818066500780840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/07/rain-has-started-to-fall-again-for-past.html' title='Smoke on the Water'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-1574033287831022086</id><published>2007-07-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T01:32:53.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Just Look at the Pictures! READ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I like someone that actually reads not look around. If people reads someones page and get the message maybe they'll start thinking. Its something that I want and I gain, admire and respect. That's the most important thing before you can get to know a person. If your not interested that's totally fine. A blog is still a blog, its still there even if you don't read it. It doesn't needs you to exist.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm not representing myself here and I'm not saying that someone actually wants to have my number *duh*. I'm not making any sense! OK the thing here, is that the idea of self expression and sometimes you relating to the situations I write. If a person writing his stuff and just being himself can sometimes not be admired by his readers, I think that's OK but at least this person deserves respect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-1574033287831022086?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/1574033287831022086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=1574033287831022086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1574033287831022086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1574033287831022086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-just-look-at-pictures-read.html' title='Don&apos;t Just Look at the Pictures! READ!'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-5249682184328138434</id><published>2007-07-18T09:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:22:17.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bald Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rp5VY84ztMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rmeIi6JFARg/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(44).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088598516124857538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rp5VY84ztMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rmeIi6JFARg/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(44).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088598275606688946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rp5VK84ztLI/AAAAAAAAAKI/KNhox6ubN-Q/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(34).jpg" border="0" /&gt;After&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rp5Vqc4ztNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U5msBfQILTs/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(43).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088598816772568274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rp5Vqc4ztNI/AAAAAAAAAKY/U5msBfQILTs/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(43).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rp5V_s4ztOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/n0BOLleEJb0/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(71).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088599181844788450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rp5V_s4ztOI/AAAAAAAAAKg/n0BOLleEJb0/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(71).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think this pussy wants to be shave as well. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;Say Hi to Bogard my kitty ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rp5Wq84ztPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rGFa1BNUqJY/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(72).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088599924874130674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rp5Wq84ztPI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rGFa1BNUqJY/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(72).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whew... I dunno how you'll call this but I got back from wearing my old haircut. The bald haircut... yeah... I use to have bald haircut back in high school and until my college days in FEU. Like I said before I'm bald for a pretty long time. I don't know what's gotten to me and suddenly I went to became bald again *lol*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some people actually told me that I look better in bald hair (&lt;em&gt;semi-kalbo&lt;/em&gt; in &lt;em&gt;Tagalog&lt;/em&gt;). I dunno but maybe it promotes the clean image out of me. Plus my barber who cuts my hair ever since when I was kid says that I have an even skull shape unlike others who has some lumps on or sometimes even flat head shapes(OK I'm not carrying my own chair here *lol*). He's my barber ever since and I think he's not making it all up. You see, it comes along from good parenting. If the baby stays in bed for a very long time tendencies are that they will have a flat skull shape mostly from the back of their head. Hmmm... good thing when I was still an infant my mom regularly turns my head for a different position while I'm lying and gives attention to me by carrying me in her arms for a couple while and not letting me lay down for so long (thanks mom!). I have a neighbor who has a flat shape from the back of his head. The back of his head is like a cliff, it is leveled down to his nape and I said "Awesome! Your head kinda reminds of an orange cut in half." *lol*. No offense to his mother but I think she's too lazy or maybe just busy all the time. But hell NO! This is your kid that we're talking about, I think parents should have lots of time for their kids especially when they're still infant. Imagine this kid will be teased by his cousins, classmates, office mates, &lt;em&gt;barkadas&lt;/em&gt; or when he get married even his wife and kids! OK Stop! I'm starting to sound like King DJ Logan (a guy from Max Ville FM radio 103.5 who likes to ridicule others). Sorry my bad ^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before you get a haircut make sure you ask your friends for advise and ask them which haircut looks good on you or you can ask your &lt;em&gt;barbero. &lt;/em&gt;You don't want your friends asking you if the barber who did your hair is still alive. Right? If they ask you that probably your haircut doesn't look good on you. *lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-5249682184328138434?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/5249682184328138434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=5249682184328138434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/5249682184328138434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/5249682184328138434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/07/bald-again.html' title='Bald Again'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rp5VY84ztMI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/rmeIi6JFARg/s72-c/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(44).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6145890494564794147</id><published>2007-07-09T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:49:45.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorgeous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://image1.play-asia.com/170/PA.18701.001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://image1.play-asia.com/170/PA.18701.001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #cccccc 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FONT-SIZE: 11px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: #cccccc 1px solid; COLOR: #ff8000; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #cccccc 1px solid; FONT-FAMILY: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/note_player.swf" width="200" height="140" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#FFFFFF" flashvars="autoPlay=no&amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/2a62cdc4-7299-413c-891e-53ca23fe20b7&amp;amp;theName=Kit Chan and William So - Lai2 Ye4 Fang1 Chang2&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://static.esnips.com/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 11px" valign="bottom" align="middle"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #ff8000" href="http://www.esnips.com/doc/2a62cdc4-7299-413c-891e-53ca23fe20b7/Kit-Chan-and-William-So---Lai2-Ye4-Fang1-Chang2/?widget=flash_player_note"&gt;Kit Chan and Willi...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering the song on my profile and why is it mandarin? Last week I watched a non typical Jackie Chan movie and I loved the OST that's why I put it on my media box at my friendster page. To see my friendster page click &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/10116013"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.play-asia.com/paOS-13-71-6w-49-en-70-efh.html"&gt;Gorgeous&lt;/a&gt; is a romantic comedy with some fights. It is not an adventure film. It's not an action film. It's a romantic comedy with some fights. So, all who are looking for a Jackie Chan action extravaganza will be disappointed. But those looking for a funny love story with incredible fight scenes, this is your film. Jackie Chan stars as a multi-millionaire who's lives only with a butler and is very lonely. Along comes a girl named Bu, who got a message in a bottle and flies to Hong Kong to meet her prince. When things don't work out so well she runs in to Jackie, sparks fly and you all know the rest. The film is great as a different type of romantic comedy by adding in the fights. It mixes up the tempo a bit and some times it catches the viewer off guard, which is good. What the film has trouble in is the comedy. At times it's very funny and will get you giggling but at many times it tries too hard to be funny coming off just boring and dull. Jackie is Jackie and his acting chops are put to the test with this performance. He shows that he's versatile and not just the smiling death defying action hero he's known for. Other than Jackie the other performances are done to best of the actors' ability. They're OK but you don't really care for them and some of them gets very annoying. I give it an 8. It's a good romantic comedy with a dash a fantasy and some amazing Jackie Chan fight sequences sprinkled on top for extra flavor. If your a Chan fan it's a must see. For everyone else, rent it with a boyfriend or girlfriend. I think it's a film that just might please everyone. The movie title in Philippines is High Risk but in English International Title its Gorgeous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6145890494564794147?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6145890494564794147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6145890494564794147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6145890494564794147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6145890494564794147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/07/kit-chan-and-willi.html' title='Gorgeous'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-7963122694745179229</id><published>2007-07-09T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T00:45:34.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOMNIA again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RpHl6g83dHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/f-SnISLTxhY/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(27).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085098247718401138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RpHl6g83dHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/f-SnISLTxhY/s400/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(27).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RpHlmg83dGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0g-335domOM/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(28).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085097904121017442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RpHlmg83dGI/AAAAAAAAAJY/0g-335domOM/s400/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(28).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I never wanna go through this again.News reports mumbled on the background. A few minutes later, an unfamiliar pop music in a foreign language interupted the monotonous mumbo-jumbo. The different sounds from the changing of tv channels has become a feeble attempt of self-distraction from the depressing thoughts that have been creeping into my head. I haven't been in this terrible state for the longest time, and even faint thoughts of it happening again during my most jovial times sent chills to my bones. But it is happening to me now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resorted to watching a vcd movie with my bro just now just to keep my mind occupied. Even as a comedy, it at best, faintly lifted the corners of mouth for a few much-treasured seconds of temporary light moments before being suppressed by the looming melancholy again. It was only 11.30pm when it ended, and still a long way to go before the night ends. I was getting desperate. How did I spend my normal nights? I dare not even resort to listening to anything right now, for I fear to interpret the songs and relate them to my situation. Especially a handful of them I religiously listened to lately. It has become so damn antagonising.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is certainly not the last of my worries, for that's just a start to the things I must get used to. When you give meaning to her existence and her sole purpose was derived from that single source or reason, you wonder how you'll be able to face and handle her again in a different light without destroying her in the process of changing your mindset. Fight or flight. But where can you flee to when she's everywhere? I can't think of anything without her in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The zero-hour of its impact was surprisingly easier to get through. But the subsequent period is where the damage really starts to seep in. That's when you start to feel what hit you, and how badly it has got you. Gosh, I dare not think of what's ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's 1.25am and I've managed to drag writing this entry till this time. I've managed to keep my mind on doing something logical, like correcting my grammar, deciding what words to use, re-reading the passage again and again, etc...all in the name of distraction and passing of time. Soon it'll be lights out when I can finally let the bottled feelings and emotions all gush out. I do hope I'll be able to address these consequences as directly as I could, in terms of tears and puffy eyes...than to lose my mind in these frightening and depressive thoughts through sleeplessness. And one of the worst thing is to let your emotions rule you when you least expected it, and not being able to control it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd need all the help I can get. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-7963122694745179229?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/7963122694745179229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=7963122694745179229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7963122694745179229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7963122694745179229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-never-wanna-go-through-this-again.html' title='INSOMNIA again'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RpHl6g83dHI/AAAAAAAAAJg/f-SnISLTxhY/s72-c/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(27).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-3786647548278574226</id><published>2007-07-03T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T20:39:08.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Captive Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I noticed that I haven't post a picture that had been taken from my phone. I don't have a digital camera or a professional camera that has huge lens, all I have is my phone camera but it didn't stop my views in photography. My phone always comes in handy whenever there's a good shot for something. Some shots are not much and some are just a result of random clicks that had been taken without consent and these are the moments that I think should be treasured. Here are just a few of those:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosVfQ83dFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WhyYXUEg2GM/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(81).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083180231288124498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosVfQ83dFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WhyYXUEg2GM/s400/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(81).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;INC crowd in &lt;em&gt;Siglaro&lt;/em&gt; 2007 at the Rizal High School. One of the biggest high schools in the world in terms of student population, is located in Pasig. Its in Guinness World Records.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosMTw83dDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RinIBKoHB00/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(24).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083170138114978866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosMTw83dDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/RinIBKoHB00/s400/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(24).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; If you are standing with me here you can actually see that the sun sets exactly in Fort Bonifacio Global City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosKnA83dCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/F0LwK21foT0/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083168269804205090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosKnA83dCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/F0LwK21foT0/s400/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(21).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A shot taken from the roof top of our two storey house. The Fort Bonifacio Global City and the bright tablet is a huge Guess billboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosJxw83dBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5fhznEblzeA/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(04).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083167354976171026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosJxw83dBI/AAAAAAAAAIw/5fhznEblzeA/s400/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(04).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tom-tom playing X-box and expressing his feelings *lol*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosHNA83dAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/v8zijsqKnVU/s1600-h/BAdjaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083164524592722946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosHNA83dAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/v8zijsqKnVU/s400/BAdjaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A kid with Polio playing &lt;em&gt;Badyao&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This shot was taken from Magnolia Street. There were kids playing &lt;em&gt;Badyao&lt;/em&gt; and two of them have Polio. I have taken a shot of this kid cause he looks happier than the other one. Whenever he smiles you can see the saliva dripping from his mouth down to his naked chest. So innocent and so happy, I was touched when he said sorry after hitting me with his flying slipper then he smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-3786647548278574226?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/3786647548278574226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=3786647548278574226&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3786647548278574226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3786647548278574226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/07/captive-moments.html' title='Captive Moments'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RosVfQ83dFI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/WhyYXUEg2GM/s72-c/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(81).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-2850218724473079040</id><published>2007-06-19T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T09:09:19.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bloomfields Album Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://static.flickr.com/47/154067391_eb2741fdd8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.flickr.com/47/154067391_eb2741fdd8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so excited to buy this 1st album of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bloomfields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I've seen the band's live performance. And I was so amazed, its was like watching my favorite band the Beatles up close. They are full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;surprises, every next song was your favorite song from the 80's.&lt;/span&gt; They are actually a show band for rock n roll and they can be booked for any occasions. More of a variety band I'd say. They cover songs from the Beatles, Beach Boys and bands from the 80's. It was nice to see this group with young members playing some oldies hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them sing and they have great voice blending. Although I just wish they'd come up with some more compose songs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rather&lt;/span&gt; than covered in their new album. Its kinda second-rate to their talents I know they could have done great if they focused more on their composed songs. They're so young and talented but then they sounded more like a wedding singers. And by the way they dress like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Beatles&lt;/span&gt;, they wear suits with tie (very savvy) and they look great in black and white pictures and videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can buy the their new album at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Odyssey&lt;/span&gt; Records store. The CD costs 299&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; which leaves you a change of 1 peso for 300&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;php&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. You can drop it in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bantay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Bata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; donation can located at the cashier. ^_^ I'd like you to know that I will rate the album not the band. Again, like what I said "I know they could have done more." Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: &lt;em&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Bloomfields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Album: &lt;em&gt;the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bloomfields&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rate: 3 stars out of 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-2850218724473079040?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/2850218724473079040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=2850218724473079040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2850218724473079040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/2850218724473079040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-was-so-excited-to-buy-this-1st-album.html' title='The Bloomfields Album Review'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-1120405318668625217</id><published>2007-06-19T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T20:47:39.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Let You in to a Lil Secret</title><content type='html'>I felt like a junkie after the break up. I want to face the mirror and explain why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like hell living without her. My brother said there are two ways to say that you love a person: "I love you." and "I'm in-love with you." I prefer the latter. "I love you" can be as plain as it sounds, you can say it to me, to a friend, to your parents or even to a random person. While "I'm in-love with you" gives a different impact on the person you choose to say these words. For example: two male best friends can say "I love you that's why I'm always here for you!" but the can't say "I'm in-love with you that's why I'm always here for you!" that makes one of them gay, right? *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words can be meaningful if you listen to them right. But of course words ain't enough. She showed me that and its a price too high to pay. Not only we love each other but we are also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in-love&lt;/span&gt;. That's what matter most. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-1120405318668625217?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/1120405318668625217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=1120405318668625217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1120405318668625217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/1120405318668625217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-felt-like-junkie-after-break-up.html' title='I&apos;ll Let You in to a Lil Secret'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6704114131104203947</id><published>2007-06-14T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T20:43:58.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is where I can shout I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6704114131104203947?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6704114131104203947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6704114131104203947&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6704114131104203947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6704114131104203947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-is-where-i-can-shout-i-love-you.html' title='This is where I can shout I Love You'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-7827073747110179474</id><published>2007-06-07T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T00:19:57.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finoy ako, Finoy Tayo, Ifakita sa Mundo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmgY8TThwGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o849pirgtv0/s1600-h/gloria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073332404486258786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmgY8TThwGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o849pirgtv0/s200/gloria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;San ba tau pupunta? Kung ang isang mamamayang Pinoy ang tatanungin mo ngayon kung gusto pa ba niyang maging Pilipino o ayaw na. Malamang ang sagot niya isa sa mga ito: "Oo!" o'kaya "&lt;em&gt;Hell no!&lt;/em&gt;" *lol*. Ayokong sumagot ng "Oo!" dahil ayokong dumura patingala kung alam kong babalik ito sa Face ko. Ayoko naman din sabihin na "Ayaw ko ng maging Pinoy!" kung sa isip, puso at gawa, pati itsura ay Pinoy na Pinoy parin ako. Masasabi kong may pagka nasyonalismo parin ako. Maraming magagandang na ibahagi ang Pilipinas sa mundo. Una wala sanang &lt;em&gt;issue&lt;/em&gt; ang &lt;em&gt;Times Magazine&lt;/em&gt; tunkol sa pinaka-bobong presidente (kumita ng malaki ang &lt;em&gt;Times&lt;/em&gt; dahil sa &lt;em&gt;issue&lt;/em&gt; nilang ito). Ang katagang "Erap para sa mahirap" kung isasalin sa ingles ay "&lt;em&gt;Erap to become poor&lt;/em&gt;". Mababawasan sana ang bansang kasapi sa &lt;em&gt;United Nations&lt;/em&gt; na walang alam gawin kundi umutang. Wala sanang Pilipinas sa mapa. Di sana na imbento ang &lt;em&gt;armalite&lt;/em&gt; (isang uri ng baril na sumikat sa America "&lt;em&gt;Automatic Rifle&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Carbine&lt;/em&gt; o &lt;em&gt;Machine Gun&lt;/em&gt;" sa mas sikat na tawag, di ko na maalala ang pangalan ng imbentor na Pinoy na gumawa ng unang modelo nito at maslalong hindi ito natala sa libro o sa kasaysayan dahil pa-uso ko lang lahat ito. *lol*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napatunayan ko na hindi natutulog ang langgam. Sa lahat ng hayop sa mundo ang langgam lang hindi nagpapahinga, dahil sa liit ng istraktura ng katawan nila, sobra-sobra ang inerhiya nila na kahit hindi sila magpahinga ay mabubuhay parin sila basta wag mo lang silang titirisin. Malamang isa na sana ako sa sikat na siyantipiko ngayon kung mapapatunayan ko ito (o cge, kung sino man ang makakapagpakita sa akin ng isang langgam na natutulog ay bibiyan ko ng 100 pesos hindi patay kailangan tulog at kailangan magising ko siya *lol*).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayon sa isang pag-aaral ng "&lt;em&gt;National Wold Ethics and Psychology Testing&lt;/em&gt;" ang Pilipinas daw ay isa sa mga bansang may pinaka mababang &lt;em&gt;self-esteem&lt;/em&gt; (maniwala kana kahit pa-uso ko lang ulit ito). Wala tayong na papala kahit marami pa man sa atin ang &lt;em&gt;genius&lt;/em&gt;. May &lt;em&gt;pride&lt;/em&gt; daw ang pinoy, pero pera lang ang katapat nito. Sigiradong lusaw ang &lt;em&gt;pride&lt;/em&gt; mo pagnaambunan ito ng salapi. Ang mga makabagong imbensyon at tuklas ng pinoy ay ipinagbibili sa mayayamang bansa. Ang mga sikat na siyantipikong Pinoy ay nasa ibang bansa upang tumuklas, pano tayo uunlad niyan! Linsyak! Minsan napanood ko sa &lt;em&gt;National Geographic&lt;/em&gt; ang isang Pinay na scientist sa London, na nataimtim na ipinapaliwanag ang magagawa ng &lt;em&gt;impact&lt;/em&gt; ng pagbagsak ng isang bulalakaw na galing sa kung tawagin ay &lt;em&gt;mutiverse&lt;/em&gt;, ito ay na-&lt;em&gt;derive&lt;/em&gt; sa kagagawan ng &lt;em&gt;anti-monitor&lt;/em&gt; dahilan upang magkaroon ng &lt;em&gt;parallel universe&lt;/em&gt; kung saan matatagpuan ang earth-one, earth-two, earth-three at earth prime na nabasa ko sa DC komiks at naniniwala naman kayo *lol*.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San ba tayo pupunta..? Wag na dito na lang ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-7827073747110179474?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/7827073747110179474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=7827073747110179474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7827073747110179474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7827073747110179474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/06/san-ba-tau-pupunta-kung-ang-isang.html' title='Finoy ako, Finoy Tayo, Ifakita sa Mundo...'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmgY8TThwGI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/o849pirgtv0/s72-c/gloria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6515881555624711236</id><published>2007-06-04T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T07:56:10.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resign</title><content type='html'>I'm so grateful from what I've learned from watching movies, reading books and magazines, listening to Nu 107, and for the music industry. Not only I was entertained but also it led me to something I never thought I'd be making money (talking). Then came Call Center. *Gosh!* It was like a ballooning seat industry. Before back in year 2000, when call centers were just budding and the salary looks promising for a person who can sit in a comfy chair and speaks good english. Competition is nowhere to be found from applicants during that time. No one dares to enter the business not unless your damn good in english. Well, even some professionals resigned from their sweaty jobs like teachers, professors, bankers, secretaries, and especially students with computer savvy skills, youthful and can withstand working on wee hours fill in the seats as agents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one of those students, *ugh! pathetic*! I was lured by the job offers. *you'd see that &lt;em&gt;peso&lt;/em&gt; sign in my eyes bouncing, yaikes*. But the problem was I get bored from the work easily (Oops. Hope my bosses won't read this). It became my hobby to transfer from one center to another (I became like Captain Jack Sparrow, "Pirate of the Call Centers" *lols*). If you transfer to a center because they offered you something you can resist ("bargain" as for pirates call it), it means you got pirated. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tendering my resignation tomorrow. I told my supervisor about it.. online, after I got home *Damn, he even treat us a pizza that day, that's why i can't tell him straight face I'm going to resign*. We exchanged pm's at msn, I informed him that I will be submitting my resignation tomorrow *Whew!*. Before I blogged this I already made my resignation letter. I need to go back to school, opportunities awaits me after graduating. I know I deserve more than just an agent, I even got that promotion from my previous company *too bad I can't stand the stress and the salary they're giving me*. I only dialed for 3 months and after that I was qualified for a higher position (managerial candidate) because of my performance *its actually my first job ever, beginner's luck huh..*. I worked as an MC for 5 months only and after that I got pirated by a nearby center. They offered a big sign-in bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I do wonder who actually reads my blog (other than a small handful of my friends and office mates). Voyeurs? Stalkers? Admirers? Fans? I wished *lol* It'd be cool to know who they are. So...folks, now is your chance to reveal yourself on my comments box!! Heh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6515881555624711236?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6515881555624711236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6515881555624711236&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6515881555624711236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6515881555624711236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-so-grateful-to-what-ive-learned-from.html' title='Resign'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-6548223703094163869</id><published>2007-06-02T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T19:22:53.634-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nomar bustamante'/><title type='text'>Extended Bday Celebration!</title><content type='html'>PLEASE PLAY THIS SONG WHILE READING THIS ENTRY FOR THE OUTTER BODY EXPERIENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/JTzwJWWu3H/aus=" width="300" height="80" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark - Jay - Jabo - Daryl - Nomar - Erwin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmK_taj0ZcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1zWjBfXjaQY/s1600-h/Image(336).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071826917317174722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmK_taj0ZcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1zWjBfXjaQY/s200/Image(336).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmK_taj0ZcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1zWjBfXjaQY/s1600-h/Image(336).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best Western Scandal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Closing time at the elevator! Look at Jay-jay, he is still sleeping, looks like he's about to pass out.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKvqaj0ZZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/G4YVArraPRQ/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(80).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071809273591522706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKvqaj0ZZI/AAAAAAAAAHk/G4YVArraPRQ/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(80).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wasted and drunk&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKvQKj0ZYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pS2LTUB4suo/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(79).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071808822619956610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKvQKj0ZYI/AAAAAAAAAHc/pS2LTUB4suo/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(79).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKvH6j0ZXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0XnylNJN09o/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(78).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071808680886035826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKvH6j0ZXI/AAAAAAAAAHU/0XnylNJN09o/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(78).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKunKj0ZUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RgUSp6SC68c/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(76).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071808118245320002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKunKj0ZUI/AAAAAAAAAG8/RgUSp6SC68c/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(76).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is supposed to be a non-smoking room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071807989396301106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKufqj0ZTI/AAAAAAAAAG0/Gy2sJpzSOOU/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(75).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKxVKj0ZaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yhKBNoQD6eQ/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(74).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071811107542558114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKxVKj0ZaI/AAAAAAAAAHs/yhKBNoQD6eQ/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(74).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Miss Roxy, Melvin, Leigh, and Dens &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKuO6j0ZRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ewXHFQU-lAA/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(73).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071807701633492242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKuO6j0ZRI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ewXHFQU-lAA/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(73).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silhouette&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKuBqj0ZQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WWLsSuTUXw8/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(72).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071807474000225538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKuBqj0ZQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WWLsSuTUXw8/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(72).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; =) Chummy and Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKt6Kj0ZPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YXi0BPShi_I/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(71).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071807345151206642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKt6Kj0ZPI/AAAAAAAAAGU/YXi0BPShi_I/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(71).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKtyKj0ZOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NWFc9XbXPo8/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(70).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071807207712253154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKtyKj0ZOI/AAAAAAAAAGM/NWFc9XbXPo8/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(70).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071807087453168850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKtrKj0ZNI/AAAAAAAAAGE/e54ZRl512Io/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(69).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKti6j0ZMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9nFFquXhJ-4/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(68).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071806945719248066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKti6j0ZMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9nFFquXhJ-4/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(68).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071806245639578802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKs6Kj0ZLI/AAAAAAAAAF0/dzanP0Vdcgg/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(67).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071806133970429090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKszqj0ZKI/AAAAAAAAAFs/l41MuZq2JoA/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(66).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071805468250498178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKsM6j0ZII/AAAAAAAAAFc/oP5-opWZpFk/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(65).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Win, Leigh and Dens. Win and Dens unintensional pose at the background *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKsC6j0ZHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cyIQFMNnRRQ/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(55).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071805296451806322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKsC6j0ZHI/AAAAAAAAAFU/cyIQFMNnRRQ/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(55).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKrxqj0ZGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8stED-jx4GQ/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(54).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071805000099062882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKrxqj0ZGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/8stED-jx4GQ/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(54).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the hallway to elevator =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKrXqj0ZDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kO8Y5rP8mN8/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(51).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071804553422464050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKrXqj0ZDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/kO8Y5rP8mN8/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(51).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKrl6j0ZFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t_yECqNXBPQ/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(53).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071804798235599954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKrl6j0ZFI/AAAAAAAAAFE/t_yECqNXBPQ/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(53).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071804665091613762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKreKj0ZEI/AAAAAAAAAE8/8Ay5MR27ASc/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(52).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fundador! Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKrNqj0ZCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Qge8Ftlga4w/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(64).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071804381623772194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKrNqj0ZCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/Qge8Ftlga4w/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(64).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKrDqj0ZBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/04380-DXm1E/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(63).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071804209825080338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKrDqj0ZBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/04380-DXm1E/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(63).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKq7Kj0ZAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ULFFJZVH4yc/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(62).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071804063796192258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKq7Kj0ZAI/AAAAAAAAAEc/ULFFJZVH4yc/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(62).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leigh, Ruby,Win and Dens. (Ruby with the &lt;em&gt;pacharming&lt;/em&gt; looks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKo06j0Y_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/aGwM1gv1FAo/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(61).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071801757398754290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKo06j0Y_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/aGwM1gv1FAo/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(61).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKoX6j0Y-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WOFhL2HdZeE/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(59).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071801259182547938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKoX6j0Y-I/AAAAAAAAAEM/WOFhL2HdZeE/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(59).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Daryl and Jay-jay. Daryl browsing some porn clip from Jay's phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071815101862143410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmK09qj0ZbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/On4ghCi0Y1o/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(60).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071800614937453506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKnyaj0Y8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/KstWVZ1NBdY/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(50).jpg" border="0" /&gt;3pm at room 1710 and at the pool. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071800284224971698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKnfKj0Y7I/AAAAAAAAAD0/4sgRW6DEUO4/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(49).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKsfqj0ZJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jOqyv66FKJc/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(47).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071805790373045394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKsfqj0ZJI/AAAAAAAAAFk/jOqyv66FKJc/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(47).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071799962102424482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKnMaj0Y6I/AAAAAAAAADs/6Lb0ejA2wUY/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(48).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKnC6j0Y5I/AAAAAAAAADk/WiTyxgBNcTg/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(46).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071799798893667218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKnC6j0Y5I/AAAAAAAAADk/WiTyxgBNcTg/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(46).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKluqj0Y4I/AAAAAAAAADc/MuGzE4YCRb8/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(58).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071798351489688450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmKluqj0Y4I/AAAAAAAAADc/MuGzE4YCRb8/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(58).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waaaaaaaa... Dunno what to say! It was a blast last night! The party turned out great although there are some misunderstandings, nevertheless we kept our coolness and the changes were never then pronounced. I'm so glad that everybody got to know each other instantly. I didn't actually expect that my high school friends, office mates, close friends and friend of a friend would get along that easy. Maybe that's why I threw in a small talk with Melvin and Roxy. I'm afraid that there would be a grouping among these guys. The funny thing is that the intense drama brought these guys closer! *lol* . Well, enough with that... I've learned my lesson, never burst in public like a cry baby *lol* and then most important thing is talk things out with your girlfriend if there is a bit misunderstanding. =) I love you so much Chummy! I know, Leigh, it was for us I got carried away and also everybody did. (let's admit it boys! We're sorry *lol*). But I did inform them about the time schedules and reminded them that the bed belongs to Noms and Leigh (right guys? *lol*). Any momentary's silence or clear-headedness will uncontrollably bring the celebration to a dull, good thing it didn't came to that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well don't worry about us, guys. Even though we were really-really exhausted and even for just a short time Leigh and I still managed to get ourselves a quality time by eating breakfast together in the hotel and .... That's all I'm gonna say, lets talk about the breakfast experience we had. The breakfast was awesome! It's my first time to experience eating at a hotel in buffet with all you can eat breakfast. Lots of foreigners and the ambiance was really awesome. Its the best birthday treat I ever have. It was like I'm still dreaming when Leigh woke me up to go down for the breakfast. People were minding their own business on the breakfast table. Talking to each other, American businessman brainstorming while eating, lovers exchanging dishes and spoon feeding each other (like us *lol*), chefs making omelets and pancakes. It was perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the party... Hmmm... I know I missed something when I was gone for awhile. No one was looking for me, while I wonder in Makati Ave. Everyone is too busy to notice I'm not there. I think Mike scores later that morning (nice one Johnny Bravo! *lol*). And Jay-jay was a hit too. Too bad your a late bloomer, Jay (right Roxy? *lol*). Daryl managed to take a nap and silently exits the drinking marathon? *lol*. I thought you guys are tough, huh? "He puked on the way home" Jay said! Mark, late again?! Always on a hurry by the last minute... tsk tsk! (FYI: Mark, spent his lucky 200php bill for the drinks *lol* thanks Mark!). Erwin, we did enjoy the pool right!? Erwin is a good lookin' guy, I wonder why he's not included in "the penis measurment dares". I think you need to go back to gym I know you're also thinking of it since Mike is getting alot of attension. Well, maybe it's his time to shine, like Jay-jay said "&lt;em&gt;Kung makikita mo lang si Ang (mike) noong 4th year"&lt;/em&gt; . That's right Ang was skinny as a kite, we used to call him &lt;em&gt;"Ang Payat"&lt;/em&gt; *lol* (bumabawe lang siya ngayon, kasi parati syang basted noon *lols* just kidding Mike). Ruby, also the number one kikay before Roxy came in. We're happy to have you there. You made the party gone wild *lols*. Roxy, hmmm, thanks for putting all this up, you and Leigh. Also I know that you did bring out some cash too (I hope that's not a lucky bill also *lol*), thanks for the drinks. Your the one who should be blamed why Jay-jay is snorring and drop down drunk on the floor (Go Girl!). Melvin, thanks for the advice and your company, nice to meet you and I hope that's not the last time we're going to party! Win, I like the singing part though I can't sleep hearing you sing, but don't get me wrong you do have a nice voice. Dens, your so funny! Leigh likes it so much when your around, there is no dull moment with you. Thanks for always being there, thanks for everything Dens!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;GUYS thanks for a one great party! Hope that there is still more to come! =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Miss you guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-6548223703094163869?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/6548223703094163869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=6548223703094163869&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6548223703094163869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/6548223703094163869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/06/extended-bday-celebration.html' title='Extended Bday Celebration!'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RmK_taj0ZcI/AAAAAAAAAH8/1zWjBfXjaQY/s72-c/Image(336).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-8678479520051892482</id><published>2007-05-26T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:23:37.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Beerday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u99/zforshort/happy%20birthday/happy_birthday.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have a hangover from last night, black label hits the right spot! I'm not much of a hard drinker. But I did save some red horse for myself. I can't even lift my head the next day. Before anything else I'd like to thank Leigh for having a hotel reservation for us this comming Saturday, Its her Birthday treat to me &lt;em&gt;(ingit kayo!).&lt;/em&gt; Its not my plan to throw in a party yesterday, I just really miss my family, and seeing my grandma cooks together with my mom is a heart warming scene. Cook-out brings the family ties stronger. It always sparks a small talk and of course a share of recipes. Too bad it rained... for every May 26th starting from my 11th birthday its always raining. (from what I remember lol*) Maybe its a sign from God, that He will shower me with His blessings for another year of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK please ready you puke bags, here are some pics from the small celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069089918761443522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlkGbIZKIMI/AAAAAAAAABc/8jV4LPwlUkI/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(45).jpg" border="0" /&gt;Birhtday boy just woke up, went straight to the bathroom! I still haven't shave. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069092104899797202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlkIaYZKINI/AAAAAAAAABk/UjPbddZvmWA/s200/PICT0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlkQd4ZKIPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JE-HqUZ9Ymw/s1600-h/PICT0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069100961122361586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlkQd4ZKIPI/AAAAAAAAAB0/JE-HqUZ9Ymw/s200/PICT0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlkIaYZKINI/AAAAAAAAABk/UjPbddZvmWA/s1600-h/PICT0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking to replace my monitor with LCD! I wish that someone had given me an LCD monitor as a gift. = (&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlkmtYZKIRI/AAAAAAAAACE/eaN9gpBm43U/s1600-h/PICT0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069125416666145042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlkmtYZKIRI/AAAAAAAAACE/eaN9gpBm43U/s200/PICT0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry she's mine. I love you &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/7124313"&gt;Leigh&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing about unpopular blogs like mine, is that I can post my shirtless body. After this please clean your pukes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rlku1YZKIUI/AAAAAAAAACc/YdTQh7tJgic/s1600-h/PICT0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069134350198120770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rlku1YZKIUI/AAAAAAAAACc/YdTQh7tJgic/s200/PICT0065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rlkv5YZKIVI/AAAAAAAAACk/rw3apE0Hk_8/s1600-h/PICT0072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069135518429225298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rlkv5YZKIVI/AAAAAAAAACk/rw3apE0Hk_8/s200/PICT0072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Patrick sucking &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/10976871"&gt;Mark's&lt;/a&gt; man boob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rlkx3oZKIWI/AAAAAAAAACs/4yBId995R3U/s1600-h/PICT0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069137687387709794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rlkx3oZKIWI/AAAAAAAAACs/4yBId995R3U/s200/PICT0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cousins &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/12242039"&gt;Zeerwyn&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=43803991"&gt;Richwyn! &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlpsjYZKIXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4pJuiqNu5A/s1600-h/PICT0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069483685658108274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlpsjYZKIXI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R4pJuiqNu5A/s200/PICT0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=43803991"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mark, Paul, and I... sound trippin. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlpusYZKIYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_Qy4EvEvKNg/s1600-h/PICT0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069486039300186498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlpusYZKIYI/AAAAAAAAAC8/_Qy4EvEvKNg/s200/PICT0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rlpvi4ZKIZI/AAAAAAAAADE/qvceQXKtd_8/s1600-h/Copy+of+PICT0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069486975603057042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rlpvi4ZKIZI/AAAAAAAAADE/qvceQXKtd_8/s200/Copy+of+PICT0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlpwR4ZKIaI/AAAAAAAAADM/y_9weqYzTQg/s1600-h/PICT0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069487783056908706" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlpwR4ZKIaI/AAAAAAAAADM/y_9weqYzTQg/s200/PICT0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/16528382"&gt;Erwin&lt;/a&gt; "Kilabot"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rlp2xoZKIbI/AAAAAAAAADU/zaH8ocCEZnM/s1600-h/PICT0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069494925587521970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/Rlp2xoZKIbI/AAAAAAAAADU/zaH8ocCEZnM/s200/PICT0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK please clean your pukes now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-8678479520051892482?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/8678479520051892482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=8678479520051892482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/8678479520051892482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/8678479520051892482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-still-have-hangover-from-last-night.html' title='Happy Beerday'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i166.photobucket.com/albums/u99/zforshort/happy%20birthday/th_happy_birthday.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-7337701279769152080</id><published>2007-05-25T09:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T09:36:38.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bat Batman?</title><content type='html'>Bale 1986 noong una kong nakilala si batman wala pang abs-cbn noon sa BBC-2 pa noon eh panahon ni Marcos na malapit nang mamatay wala rin si kris aquino wala pa si boy abunda sikat pa si herman moreno noon eh sabi ko, "shet ang galing nito ah" natulala ako noong una kong napanood si batman "shet ang galing nito" sabi ko sa sarili ko "ang galing galing galing ng itsura ni batman" parang kinatam ang mukha ang galing ng costume umuumbok ang dibdib pero di pa rin bakat ang utong ang galing ng gadgets niya ang gara ng kotse ang ganda ng bahay ang galing-galing mag-Ingles ang galing mangarate actually, pulbos nga ang lahat ng kalaban niya eh palagi ko siyang pinapanood tuwing hapon palagi akong nakikipag-away sa katulong namin dahil gusto nya manood ng lotlot and friend at saka thats entertainment pero ako isa lang talaga ang gusto kong panoorin sabi idol na idol n idol n talaga kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bale idol na idol talaga ko talaga si batman dibale na si robin ayoko ka robin kase parang bading pero ano nga kaya ang relasyon nila pero idol ko talaga si batman kase palagi ko at siyang dinodrowing, lagi ko siyang ginagaya lahat ng bagay na batman gustong gusto ko meron ako yung t-shirt ko batman yung lunchbox ko batman yung pencilcase ko yung panyo yung sumbrero yung toothbrush yung brief ko lahat yon batman mahal na mahal ako ng tatay ko kase kahit mahirap lang kami lagi nya akong binibili ng batman n bagay pero minsan gusto ko talaga ng batmobile na laruan nagpabili ako sa kanya sabi ko tay bili mo naman ako ng batmobile pero katatae nya lang yata nya non sa trabaho at wala n sya pera kase kasali yata siya noon sa unyon nagwala yata sa ticket line kaya yun natanggal siya kaya kumuha n lng siya ng karak-karak n lata ng sardinas at binutasan na lang at kinabitan ng tansan at dun k na lang nalaman ang ibig sabihin ng pagmamahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at lumipas n ang mga taon ng si batman ay halos ng tuluyan ng maglaho mula sa aking alaala ngunit sa isang madilim na sulok ng aking kamalayan alam kong naroon parin si batman isang tahimik na aninong nakabalabal sa dilim at misteryo sa loob ng aking utak at kwarto at mula panoon ay nag-iba na ang ihip ng hangin,nagulo na ang ikot ng mundo kumupas n ang kulay ng buhay dumaan ang kasintahan ang mga asawa ang mga taong akala mo moy kaibigan yung pala ay tarantado mga artistang araw-araw mong napapanood mo sa tv na mga bobo mga pulitikong bobo mga trabahong maliit lang ang suweldo isang milyon bundok ng problema sakahan ng hinanakit isang mundo ng hinanagpis hindi ko na matagalan hindi ko na matiis hindi ko na kaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon hindi ko na talaga kaya, ngayon hindi ko na talaga kaya hindi ko na kaya may narinig akong putok mula kaibuturan ng aking utak bumigay n ang tali sumabog na ang bulkan nabasag na ang pula kaya ngayon isang madilim na madilim na gabi ako ay narito na sa tuk-tok ng isang mataas na mataas na building sa ayala ang sarap ng hanging umiihip-ihip sa aking kapa nakataas ang aking kamay nakataas na ang kamay malapit na akong lumipad malapit na akong lumipad&lt;br /&gt;Ala-ala ni Batman - &lt;a href="http://www.radioactivesago.com/"&gt;Radio Active Sago Project&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-7337701279769152080?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/7337701279769152080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=7337701279769152080&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7337701279769152080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/7337701279769152080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/05/bat-batman.html' title='Bat Batman?'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-5924891890586883243</id><published>2007-05-23T22:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T00:21:42.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircuts</title><content type='html'>Well, It will be a hard day's nights for me at work, starting Monday I'll be working from 12:00pm till 9:00pm which really sucks. I prefer my shift before, (6:00am - 3:00pm) at least I still have time to check my &lt;a href="http://www.mobius.ph/"&gt;online&lt;/a&gt; commitments (naks). Well, its been a long time since I have that kind of schedule at work and I also miss buying two stallions of Red Horse just for a good night sleep. Since staying up late at night makes my hair grow faster, I think I can deal with it. I always have bald haircut, after graduating from high school. Semi-kalbo ako for almost 4 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUpR4ZKIDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5d0c4UGex8Q/s1600-h/4645859933316l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068002342847782962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUpR4ZKIDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5d0c4UGex8Q/s200/4645859933316l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yes! I photoshopped the tunnel earrings, that thing was kinda hot back in high school days. lol*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlZV1oZKILI/AAAAAAAAABU/q7j_Vr0uMEE/s1600-h/406617946l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUp6IZKIFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zxjPeNvhiaI/s1600-h/747273417l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlZV1oZKILI/AAAAAAAAABU/q7j_Vr0uMEE/s1600-h/406617946l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068332810516439218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlZV1oZKILI/AAAAAAAAABU/q7j_Vr0uMEE/s200/406617946l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUp6IZKIFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zxjPeNvhiaI/s1600-h/747273417l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068003034337517650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUp6IZKIFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zxjPeNvhiaI/s200/747273417l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUp6IZKIFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/zxjPeNvhiaI/s1600-h/747273417l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Puke Bag not included! lol*)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It feels good going for a change once in a while. Especially when the monotony and hectic schedule of work got me so stressed up (that explains why you don't find me on msn these few weeks). I'm going through more changes...I'm sure they're positive ones but I'll keep it up my sleeves for the moment ;) Maybe it's also time for me to change my hairstyle. 4 years of bald haircut saves me 5 &lt;em&gt;pesos&lt;/em&gt; a day for a shampoo before... hmmm not bad. I started to like &lt;a href="http://ikjeld.com/street/lastmth.html"&gt;Japanese&lt;/a&gt; fashion, particularly the hairstyles. And those anime looks... makes me say WHOAAAA...! Can't believe Japanese are really putting those anime hairstyles on the streets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(My bro the "tekken master"&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUqY4ZKIGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kK5woN93fhQ/s1600-h/596788695l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068003562618495074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUqY4ZKIGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/kK5woN93fhQ/s200/596788695l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUtioZKIHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Bqfybcziipo/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(42).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068007028657102962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUtioZKIHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Bqfybcziipo/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(42).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After too many attempts to pin the silver stud all by myself, I finally gathered enough courage to have an ear piercing. Thanks to Leigh! lol* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUt44ZKIII/AAAAAAAAAA8/yNKSaL-RmIw/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068007410909192322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUt44ZKIII/AAAAAAAAAA8/yNKSaL-RmIw/s200/Q%C3%BC%C3%AB%24%C3%B6(40).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUt44ZKIII/AAAAAAAAAA8/yNKSaL-RmIw/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUt44ZKIII/AAAAAAAAAA8/yNKSaL-RmIw/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUt44ZKIII/AAAAAAAAAA8/yNKSaL-RmIw/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUt44ZKIII/AAAAAAAAAA8/yNKSaL-RmIw/s1600-h/QÃ¼Ã«$Ã¶(40).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sugizo.com/"&gt;Sugizo&lt;/a&gt; is one of my admired jap guitarist. So talented and so fashionable, too bad I can't find any of his albums for sale here in Phil. I was first introduced to Jrock music during a beer bash together with my beermate &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=7565109"&gt;Jun-Jun&lt;/a&gt;. It started from freaking and awesome conversation of the adventures in shaider, mask rider black, bio-man, and those old-school sentai series in channel 5 and 13. I was kinda shock to find out that he had these hard to find audios (from opening themes and endings, they are all complete versions, with lead, instrumental and everything, a totally complete track!). And from then I started to collect Asian rock mp3's and I became hooked up listening to them. Maybe sometimes I'll try to blog my Asian rock cravings. hehehe! lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUuZIZKIJI/AAAAAAAAABE/pSa1ySzkJKo/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068007964959973522" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUuZIZKIJI/AAAAAAAAABE/pSa1ySzkJKo/s200/6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUuyIZKIKI/AAAAAAAAABM/9diFDoJox_s/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068008394456703138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUuyIZKIKI/AAAAAAAAABM/9diFDoJox_s/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-5924891890586883243?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/5924891890586883243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=5924891890586883243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/5924891890586883243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/5924891890586883243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-it-will-be-hard-days-night-for-me.html' title='Haircuts'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/RlUpR4ZKIDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5d0c4UGex8Q/s72-c/4645859933316l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-392902824190619556.post-3010196040658014582</id><published>2007-05-23T22:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T22:50:49.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Chain Mails</title><content type='html'>I hate chain mails. I've been getting an army of chain messages lately. They're so annoying, and just a waste of time! Turns out Hellsbitch hates them too. Why should I bother for the unresting soul of Pepe, and the dying mother of Nene. Im sure those are just made of by some unknown person stuck in a basement trying to pass time by clogging in-boxes everywhere with hoaxes and chain letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Send this message to 15 other people and you will realise this was a waste of time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/392902824190619556-3010196040658014582?l=gus2koayokona.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/feeds/3010196040658014582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=392902824190619556&amp;postID=3010196040658014582&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3010196040658014582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/392902824190619556/posts/default/3010196040658014582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gus2koayokona.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-hate-chain-mails.html' title='I Hate Chain Mails'/><author><name>NOMS</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05635168404762616204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DiKLKEX7Osk/SX8IjefLKUI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/TXUa6XjuPY0/S220/1-442794269l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
