<?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-8075078</id><updated>2012-02-12T01:46:33.654+08:00</updated><category term='Pisay'/><category term='Auraeus Solito'/><category term='Regional science'/><title type='text'>MisAdventures of El Bulakenyo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>167</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-656856882040400104</id><published>2009-02-25T12:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:55:53.308+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tough 100 in '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2008, without any question , has been a very tough year for me. It was a painful roller coaster ride that I did not enjoy riding. And so I thought at the beginning of the year that I wanted to make this year a very different one –I wanted to know my purpose, to start anew and to accomplish a lot of things. On my red Starbucks planner, I wrote:” 100 things I wanted to accomplish for 2009”.So here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Live for the present. 2. Learn how to trust and stop judging 3. Forgive and forget. 4. Talk and write sensibly5. Look good and feel good.6. Find an inspiration. 7. Give a lot of hugs, kisses and a lot of love.8. Redeem self after failure.9. Smile a lot. 10. Listen then think before talking.11. Walk the talk. Talk the walk.12. Learn the art of masking emotions when necessary.13. Cry a thousand rivers. Laugh like there's no tomorrow.14. Be in one with nature.15. Appreciate beauty. 16. Give respect and earn the respect of others.17. Learn how to apologize.18. Be more patient. 19. Be more thoughtful. 20. Be educated. Educate others.21. Do not deny myself the things that will make me happy.22. Kiss the rain. Play in the rain.23. Get promoted at work.24. Be proactive and spontaneous.25. Meet new friends or at least try to have some social life.26. Control my expenses and save a lot of money.27. Sell some of my stuff at e bay.28. Be an entrepreneur. 29. Live independently. 30. Win the lottery. Big time. I wish.31. Spend Holidays and special occasion with people I love.32. Quality time with my nieces and nephew.33. Buy my mom flowers on her birthday.34. Visit old friends. Do a lot of catching up.35. More bonding times with my team at work.36. Capture beauty in pictures.37. Buy a nice laptop. 38. Have a steady and fast internet connection.39. Upgrade my PC. 40. Get a new digital camera.41. Pay my debts. 42. Go on hiking or camping with friends.43. Hit the gym. Gain weight. Build muscles.44. Play volleyball. 45. Get a new sports : Tennis.46. Badminton. 47. Yoga. 48. Boxing. 49. Any water sports. Swimming. surfing. Wakeboarding.50. Capoiera. 51. Jogging every Sunday.52. Join a running marathon.53. Watch UAAP games.54. Take up culinary arts short courses. First stop: Maya Culinary Kitchen March 2009.55. Cook really nice food for my friends.56. Try different restos in Manila.57. Study reflexology. 58. Learn how to appreciate different genres of music.59. Write letters to friends, the old-fashion way.60. Learn another language. First stop: Instituto de Cervantes.61. See really nice films. Indie films should not be all about gays and poverty. Enough of those types.62. DVD Marathon. Movies. Series. Documentaries.63. Write a film review. 64. Read blogs of friends and learn from the lives of these people.65. Read and write poems.66. Print articles that I wrote and book bind it.67. Print my pictures. 68. Put great captions on my pictures which I rarely do69. Get a pencil and draw.70. Get myself into architecture and interior design.71. Buy a magic sing and sing my hearts out.72. Paint. 73. Visit Binondo  74. Learn the art of Fengshui.75. Go to Enchanted Kingdom.76. Go to Lamesa Ecopark.77. Clean my room. 78. Dye my hair blonde. 79. Sport a new haircut. 80. Pay visit to St.Jude Church.81. Go to Our Lady of Manaoag in Pangasinan.82. Attend mass on Sundays.83. Visit new churches. 84. Reflect on Holy Week.85. Join an outreach program.86. Maintain vanity. Be fashion forward.87. A complete medical check up on my health.88. Undergo LASIK Surgery. 89. Remove my braces. 90. Wear a colored contact lens.91. Pay a visit to a dermatogist. Try Microdermabrasion.92. Hit the beach on summer.93. Travel outside the country. Destination: any Asian country.94. See the beauty of the Philippines: Batanes, 95. Pagudpod Ilocos,   96. coron or Caramoan Palawan,  97. Cebu.  98. Bohol.  99. Camiguin Island . 100. and Boracay. &lt;br /&gt;I am happy that some of them have been accomplished already while others are still work in progress.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-656856882040400104?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/656856882040400104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=656856882040400104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/656856882040400104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/656856882040400104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-tough-100-in-09.html' title='My Tough 100 in &apos;09'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-3555832293560219848</id><published>2008-03-05T00:31:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:34:14.370+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Auraeus Solito'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pisay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regional science'/><title type='text'>Pisay.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R815vvNvU7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/kcf-sMdr4OQ/s1600-h/pisayposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173925407953474482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R815vvNvU7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/kcf-sMdr4OQ/s320/pisayposter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regional Science High School in Olongapo City&lt;/strong&gt; will always be the one of best high schools for me. Eventhough I did not finish my high school there since my family moved to Manila,I would say that this institution taught me a lot - not only with academics but about life in general.I will always be proud that I have been part of this school.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isa sa mga paborito kong pelikulang indie (independent films) ay ang &lt;strong&gt;Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros ni Auraeus Solito.&lt;/strong&gt; Inabangan ko ang pelikula niyang Pisay at sa pagkakataong ito,masasabi kong hindi niya ako muling binigo sa inaasahan ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habang pinapanood ko ang pelikula,hindi ko maiwasang maalala ang naging buhay ko sa Sci-High (o Science High School).Ang bawat eksena ay tunay na paglalarawan ng mga nagiging buhay ng mga kabataang pumapasok sa isang pang-agham na eskuwelahan o kahit sa isang regular na hayskul- kung gaano kahirap at kasarap ang maging estudyante, ang kilig at pait ng unang pag-ibig, ang pagpili ng karera o kurso bago magkolehiyo, ang pagharap sa krisis politikal ng bansa.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kailangang nagaral ka sa Pisay para lubusang maappreciate ang ganda ng pelikula.Makikita natin ang sarili sa bawat karakter ng pelikula- ang mahirap,ang mahina sa Math, ang pasista,ang coñio, ang henyo, ang artist, at iba pa.Sinasabi rin ng pelikula, na silang Pisay (o mga henyo) ay katulad din natin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mahusay ang nagsiganap na artista sa pelikulang ito lalo na si Eugene Domingo, na isang Physics teacher.Ang mga batang artista na nagsiganap na estudyante ay mahuhusay din.Kapuri puri ang pelikulang ito ni Auraeus Solito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik tayo sa high school.Ang mga karanasan na ibinigay nito sa atin,ang bawat araw na komplikado man, malungkot, masalimuot o masaya ay tunay na masarap balikan hanggang sa ngayon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Panoorin natin ang Pisay.&lt;/strong&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/8075078-3555832293560219848?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3555832293560219848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=3555832293560219848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/3555832293560219848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/3555832293560219848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2008/03/pisay.html' title='Pisay.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R815vvNvU7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/kcf-sMdr4OQ/s72-c/pisayposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-6558625252254957060</id><published>2008-03-04T07:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:04:43.649+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alas it's finished.it's complete.</title><content type='html'>There is this something&lt;br /&gt;I’ve always been searching&lt;br /&gt;I’ve looked in all places&lt;br /&gt;The same old faces&lt;br /&gt;Ah.. ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now it’s different&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’ve finally found&lt;br /&gt;The missing piece&lt;br /&gt;In YouIn You&lt;br /&gt;In you&lt;br /&gt;In you&lt;br /&gt;At last it’s finished&lt;br /&gt; It’s complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~FIN by Pupil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-6558625252254957060?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6558625252254957060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=6558625252254957060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/6558625252254957060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/6558625252254957060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2008/03/alas-its-finishedits-complete.html' title='Alas it&apos;s finished.it&apos;s complete.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-4035117257155942373</id><published>2008-02-28T14:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:41:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thought.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.dpgr.gr/usergalleries/albums/userpics/11415/magic_umbrella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dpgr.gr/usergalleries/albums/userpics/11415/magic_umbrella.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;em&gt;Wait 'till it rains...&lt;br /&gt;Because the weather defines the people who go and get their own umbrellas,&lt;br /&gt;and those who stay with you under the rain."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a text message forwarded to me by Viel this morning.Very very true. &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/8075078-4035117257155942373?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4035117257155942373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=4035117257155942373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4035117257155942373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4035117257155942373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2008/02/random-thought.html' title='Random thought.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-1863422908822219615</id><published>2008-02-25T05:58:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T06:06:50.369+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008.First blog entry.</title><content type='html'>It's been a while.I have been longing to write for quite sometime.I am not really sure if I was just too busy doing a lot of things lately or I just simply lost the interest to write.I honestly think that there's a lot of things that I wanted to say but I just don't know how to say it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 had a good start. Before the year 2007 ended, I went to Baguio with some friends from PEx.we decided to stay in La Trinidad,Benguet, which is just 20-30 minutes away from the city.We decided not to stay in the city because the sight there was really disgusting and disappointing (pollution , traffic,garbages everywhere, foul smell of the air etc).We all agreed that Baguio is not the same as it was a few years ago.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R8HosMvCf4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/19Vy_G1X4mA/s1600-h/baguio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R8HosMvCf4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/19Vy_G1X4mA/s320/baguio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170669693228449666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We had our lunch at Rosebowl (very good food ), we also went to Strawberry farm, we cooked using the fresh veggies we bought from Baguio Market and we decided to swim somewhere in Asin Benguet.I had my first experience of sulphuric swimming pool, which they say is therapeautic.I find it weird that we went all the way to Baguio to swim on a cold December.But I dont care, it was fun.I had a great time with the company I was with and it made me forget all the not so good things that happened in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R8HpBMvCf5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/dIfItVPJpjw/s1600-h/quezon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R8HpBMvCf5I/AAAAAAAAAJw/dIfItVPJpjw/s320/quezon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170670054005702546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the last week of January, I was invited to go to Quezon by my good friend Genesis to celebrate his Birthday. It was my first time in Quezon and I had a great time too.I felt really close to nature that time,I did appreciate the beauty of the province, the green surrounding,the mountains,the fields,it was really relaxing to see these things.The house where we stayed in is on a hill,there was a pool where the running water came all the way from Mount Banahaw.I also enjoyed the food that were served , they were all fresh and healthy. We also went to Kamay ni Hesus Healing Church in Lucban, where I made a wish when I reached the huge statue of Jesus on top of the mountain after climbing hundred steps.The trip to Quezon was really memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R8HpNcvCf6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x-fA-OYuD6E/s1600-h/laiya2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R8HpNcvCf6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/x-fA-OYuD6E/s320/laiya2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170670264459100066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R8HpeMvCf7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/HImrrbIGskU/s1600-h/Tagaytay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R8HpeMvCf7I/AAAAAAAAAKA/HImrrbIGskU/s320/Tagaytay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170670552221908914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week after the Quezon Trip, my best buddy John and I went to a beach somewhere in Laiya Batangas.I have been to a lot of beaches already but I would consider San Juan beach as one of the beach beaches I've been so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so relaxing even if you'll just sit somewhere in this beach,watch the sea and listen to the waves or just wait for the sun to set in the late afternoon.There's a lot to do here but my favorite one will be watching the sunset.Emote di ba?Hahaha.It was also my first time to try kayak-ing and it was really fun. Ang sakit nga lang sa katawan.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I dunno but there is something in that place that makes me want to come back.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Tagaytay after that and dined at Gerry's to celebrate John's Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can write more and hoping that i have the luxury of time and passion to narrate everything that's been happening in my life lately,but  I would have to stop here.2008 had a good start and I hope it will stay that way until the year ends.Here's to fabulous 2008 everyone! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-1863422908822219615?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1863422908822219615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=1863422908822219615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1863422908822219615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1863422908822219615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2008/02/2008first-blog-entry.html' title='2008.First blog entry.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/R8HosMvCf4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/19Vy_G1X4mA/s72-c/baguio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-4981425688399719872</id><published>2007-09-20T07:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T08:03:09.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dating Persona Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I took this &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/online.dating.persona.test"&gt;Psychology test&lt;/a&gt; and I got some pretty disturbing result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RvG4rmuxEUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6KAv5gkSv_Q/s1600-h/DBSMm.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112070111312810306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RvG4rmuxEUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6KAv5gkSv_Q/s320/DBSMm.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The 5-Night Stand&lt;br /&gt;Deliberate Brutal Sex Master (DBSM)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compassionate, loving, and understanding, but only for one business week, you are The 5-Night Stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is your primary objective, and you are a skilled manipulator. Therefore, you get LOTS of ass. Most likely, you juggle many men at once; you care about all of them a lot, but each of them a little. It adds up, right? One love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're not dishonest with people, exactly. It's unlikely, for instance, you'd actually say "I love you," just to get laid; and you might even go as far as explaining "I'm not ready for a commitment" to a potential partner. Of course, when you say it, you'd smile that special smile, like you two have an inside joke. Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret of your success? Every nice person has an instinct to fix the broken dirtbag within you. Women especially have this instinct, because deep down they want their sons to be evil, a genetic advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To wit, your most likely occupations are stock broker, lawyer, and photographer. You are a hard worker, because power and success turn you on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your exact male opposite:&lt;br /&gt;The Boy Next Door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Gentle Love Dreamer&lt;br /&gt;Always avoid: The False Messiah (DBLM), The Vapor Trail (RBLM), The Bachelor (DGSM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider: The 5-Night Stand (DBSM)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-4981425688399719872?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4981425688399719872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=4981425688399719872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4981425688399719872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4981425688399719872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-dating-persona-test.html' title='My Dating Persona Test'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RvG4rmuxEUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/6KAv5gkSv_Q/s72-c/DBSMm.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-7686874523596046722</id><published>2007-09-19T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T23:37:57.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random thoughts for the day</title><content type='html'>Thanks to a very long bus travel and terrible traffic I came up with these thoughts for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***When something or someone seems too good to be true, it is just right to ask what the catch is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Do not tell or teach someone to be compassionate when you are actually a perfect example of an immature, proud and insensitive human being.You're just probably not aware of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***It is unlucky of me to meet a lot of hypocrites and plastic people lately.Thanks to you, because I am now cautious in dealing with these kind of people.A friend is right,not all people who smiles at you can be considered as friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Lastly do not bother another soul,trying to win his heart by using phrases like you are "a good catch",that's funny and sick because you dont even know yourself that well.I don't know exactly what you meant when you said that.And even if let's say ,you are a good catch it's better to be quite and not brag about it.It is far more honorable to keep quiet than to talk and then become disreputable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-7686874523596046722?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7686874523596046722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=7686874523596046722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/7686874523596046722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/7686874523596046722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/09/random-thoughts-for-day.html' title='random thoughts for the day'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-6458437237759663008</id><published>2007-09-19T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T07:59:33.805+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How do you like the new skin of my blog?It's cool isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be very easy right now here in the new department.Maybe because since I am new here, they did not give my that much workload.Plus I am no longer taking calls,so I am soo happy.I am only completing a few deliverables every day.Thanks also for free the internet connection because I can blog here.Hehe.Next week will be a very stressful week since I have to meet the goal for auditing uploads, audits and what have you's.I think I have adjusted already here.I never had any hard time getting along with my new workmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pipiliin ko pa rin ang ginagawa ko ngayon kesa sa dati kong trabaho na wala yatang araw na hindi uminit ang ulo dahil sa mga pasaway na customers.Now I can breathe again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala ako gaanong maisip na isulat ngayon so random thoughts na lang muna.&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RvG3g2uxETI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IdH3eVUG8Yg/s1600-h/1406712741_725dab08da.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112068827117588786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RvG3g2uxETI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IdH3eVUG8Yg/s320/1406712741_725dab08da.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture credit from: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://digitalphotographer.com.ph/forum/showthread.php?t=8762"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://digitalphotographer.com.ph/forum/showthread.php?t=8762&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Congratulations to UP Pep squad,for being the champion in this year's University Athletic Association of the Philippines (UAAP) Cheerdance Competition which was held at the Araneta Coliseum, September 16.&lt;br /&gt;Next year manonood na ko nito sa big dome.I am not really a fan of this cheerdance contest pero naaliw ako nung napanood ko siya last sunday.Mas masaya siguro kung kasama ang school ko nung college sa UAAP.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RvG2wGuxERI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rTZB_RsiyKg/s1600-h/audrey-hepburn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112067989598966034" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RvG2wGuxERI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rTZB_RsiyKg/s320/audrey-hepburn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Picture taken from: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biographyonline.net/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;www.biographyonline.net&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching some of Audrey hepburn's classic movies (Sabrina, Roman Holiday,Children Hour etc).I first saw her in Breakfast in Tiffany's and from then I became a fan.Nakakaaliw siya.She never fails to amaze me with her charm and timeless elegance.She is truly a beauty and fashion icon in the real sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;There have been a lot of realization and drama in my life lately.As in HEAVY DRAMA. But I'd rather not talk about it now.Nakakapagod din pala ang masyadong madramang buhay.Sana nga hindi na lang ako ganoon kaemosyonal.Kaya kahit dito lang sa blog ko hayaan niyo na lang akong sumigaw at magmura : "TANGINA.GUSTO KO RING MAGING MASAYA."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.Thanks.I now,I feel much better.&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/8075078-6458437237759663008?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6458437237759663008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=6458437237759663008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/6458437237759663008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/6458437237759663008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RvG3g2uxETI/AAAAAAAAAJY/IdH3eVUG8Yg/s72-c/1406712741_725dab08da.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-2847186963937386174</id><published>2007-09-18T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T23:36:57.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rereading Eleven Minutes</title><content type='html'>Let me post some of the beautiful quotes from this must read book. Hopefully, i will remember them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realise that nothing really belongs to them. And if nothing belongs to me, then there's no point wasting time looking after things that aren't mine; its best to live as if today was the first (or last) day of my life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I can choose either to be a victim of the world or an adventurer in search of treasure. It's all a question of how I view my life."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Some people were born to face life alone, and this is neither good or bad, its simply life."- "But life was teaching her - very fast - that only the strong survive. To be strong, she must be the best, there's no alternative".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I'm not a body with a soul, I'm a soul that has a visible part called body."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A man doesn't prove he's a man by getting an erection. He's only a real man if he can pleasure a woman. And if he can pleasure a prostitue, he'll think he's the best lover on the block."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... but there's always one woman who frightens them (men) and forces them to submit to her caprices." (Maria, wondering how all her clients seem to be 'afraid')&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Eleven minutes. The world revolved around something that only took eleven minutes." (The accompanying para is amazing, its too long to type though)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Human beings can withstand a week without water, two weeks without food, many years of homelessness, but not loneliness. Its the worst of all tortures, the worst of all sufferings."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love is not to be found in someone else, but in ourselves; we simply awaken it. But in order to do that, we need the other person. The universe only makes sense when we have someone to share our feelings with."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Passion makes a person stop eating, sleeping, working, feeling at peace. A lot of people are frightened because, when it appears, it demolishes all the old things it finds in its path."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Each day I choose the truth which I try to live. I try to be practical, efficient, professional. But I would like to be able always to choose desire as my companion. Not out of obligation, not to lessen my loneliness, but because its good. Very good."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"If you want to achieve your objectives, you have to be prepared for a daily dose of pain or discomfort. At first, its unpleasant and demotivating, but in time you come to realise that it's a part of the process of feeling good, and the moment arrives when, if you don't feel pain, you have a sense that exercises aren't having the desired effect." (As true as it can be, this is the hardest thing!)-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh, so you want to think that, do you? All right then, do what you like, while I get on with more important things." (Maria, to herself, when her heart complained about the absence of her love)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The art of sex is the art of controlled abandon."- "..., it's (pain) a very powerful drug. Its in our daily lives, in our hidden suffering, in the sacrifices we make, blaming love for the destruction of our dreams. Pain is frightening when it shows its real face, but its seductive when it comes disguised as sacrifice or self denial. Or cowardice. However much we may reject it , we human beings always find a way of being with pain, or flirting with it and making it a part of our lives."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Pain and suffering are used to justify the one thing that brings only joy: love."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No one around me is happy; the clients know that they are paying for something that should be free, and thats depressing. The women know that they have to sell something which they would like to give out of pleasure and affection, and that is destructive." (Maria, in a diary entry).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Life is too short, or too long, to allow myself the luxury of living it so badly."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"In all languages in the world, there's the same proverb: "What the eyes don't see, the heart doesn't grieve over". Well, I say there isn't an ounce of truth in it. The further off they are, the closer to the heart are all those feelings we try to repress and forget. If we are in exile, we want to store away every tiny memory of our roots. If we're far from the person we love, everyone we pass in the street reminds us of them." (Maria, quoting a priest in her diary).- "Its odd how, when you live in a city, you always postpone getting to know it and usually end up never knowing it at all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-2847186963937386174?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2847186963937386174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=2847186963937386174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/2847186963937386174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/2847186963937386174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/09/rereading-eleven-minutes.html' title='Rereading Eleven Minutes'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-2539292632959470375</id><published>2007-09-10T01:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:42:51.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sa wakas</title><content type='html'>I will be part of the Quality Monitoring team starting today.I am actually excited since I will work with a different department but at the same time, I am quite sad since I have to leave my team.But I have to move on,this change is something I need to accept in order for me to grow professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I felt that everything happened so fast. I remember how upset I was because I did not get the schedule that i wanted a month ago.I was disappointed because I know my place in the team.I was one of the top performers.I don't have any late nor absences on the previous month.I felt that what my co-employess used to tell me is probably true,that the best people in this company are never being rewarded or recognized no matter how much effort they give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crying while I was composing my resignation letter.I have been working here for about three years.Most people are complaining about the salary, the management and the lack of opportunity for growth.But I decided to stay.Now just like them I have to leave to find a place where I think I will not only grow but will also be happy and fulfilled.Most of my teammates were actually surprised about my decision.I am the employee who is most unlikely to resign.I always tell them I am happy and there is no reason to leave the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that is one of the most difficult decisions I made in my life.I passed my resignation letter.I was given a week to think if I should retract it or not.I was being emotional that time and if my heart will be the one to decide about it, it will say I should go.But I listened to my mind.I retract the resignation letter before the effectivity date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend accompanied me to a church in which he said is miraculous.My folks used to tell me that if it was your first time to see the church, you have to make a wish.I told God that if there's a miracle I wanted to see in my life, it will be a change in direction in my career life and my relationships with other people. I don't know if it's just mere coincedence but one of my wishes actually came into reality.&lt;br /&gt;A week after , a party was organized by the program to recognize the top performing agents .I was one of the few people who have been recognized.That made my team captain encouraged me to apply for the Quality assurance analyst position.That also made me realized that the effort I gave were actually not left in vain.To make the long story short, I passed the screening and I will be working for the QA department starting today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my interview with the manager of the department.One of his questions was, what took me so long for apply in the position.For lack of sensible answer I told him what my friend told me about waiting for the perfect time. I said,there is grace in waiting.I could not understand that concept before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it all makes a lot of sense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-2539292632959470375?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2539292632959470375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=2539292632959470375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/2539292632959470375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/2539292632959470375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/09/sa-wakas.html' title='Sa wakas'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-4545359082335062099</id><published>2007-09-06T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:43:59.267+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another drama episode</title><content type='html'>To you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope everything's doing good on your end.I hardly slept this morning after that talk we had.Well to tell you,its been like that for a week.I tried to pretend I am ok thinking that I can handle this but the truth is what I am going through right now is not easy.I still don't know what to think, I am still clueless how to deal with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said you are confused.That there have been a lot of realizations lately about yourself.That it was only recently that you've learned that your being inconsistent about your feelings will just bring me a lot of heartache.You also told me that you are bombarded with a lot of problems-about your family, your work and then me.I am pretty sure they're giving you a lot of headaches and pressure.And I know its not easy either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell you that I am somehow disappointed for your insensitivity and for not trusting me when I wanted to share your pain in times that you're really down.I also hate it when you keep everything to your self and not telling me things that I need to know.I remember you said one time that you are willing to share your life with me.I also wanted to do the same to you.I want to be there for you anytime.I want to share not only your joy,dreams and passion but your trouble, your fears and pain.I always wanted to be the one who makes you smile,who pushes you to the top to be the best of what you can be and symphatize with your needs.In my prayers I am asking God to give me a chance to to be at your side and to grow with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please dont assume that I already know how you feel.It was you who said that I don't know you that much.We have an agreement that if there will come a time that any of us does not want to continue whatever we have right now, we'll tell each other right away.I am begging for your honesty.If it takes letting you go for a while, I'll do that. I will not pretend I'm not hurting, because I am.I have accepted a long time ago that the moment you love someone you have given him the capacity to hurt you, that how much you hurt is equal to how much you have loved, that getting hurt is proportionate to having too many expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not asking you to change for me.All I am asking is for you to have a little faith and respect in me.No one has the right to tell you to change.You have the solid dominion over your own feelings and nobody, even myself, has the right to trample on it. I respect you're entirety and that includes whatever is in your mind, soul and heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not be ok right now but no worries, no pressure. I'll be fine and alright in another sunny day.We are still cool and I’m looking forward to seeing you again.I wanted to talk, clear things up once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever life may lead us from here,I will say good luck to both of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-4545359082335062099?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4545359082335062099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=4545359082335062099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4545359082335062099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4545359082335062099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-drama-episode.html' title='another drama episode'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-1030001541618810994</id><published>2007-09-02T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:03:28.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing my old bloggie</title><content type='html'>Forget about the new blog.i will still post here.hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-1030001541618810994?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1030001541618810994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=1030001541618810994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1030001541618810994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1030001541618810994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/09/new-beginning.html' title='Missing my old bloggie'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-7187237636220881231</id><published>2007-08-24T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T09:39:59.361+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Imago</title><content type='html'>I am really impressed with Imago's musicality and song writing.I accidentally listened to their song while boarding a bus going to work.From then, I started to listen to some of their songs.Astig ito,yun lang masasabi ko.Now they will be be one of my favorite bands, next to my all time fave, Eheads.Three of my friends commented that i look like Zach daw, Imago's drummer.He is probably goodlooking,i said.Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Here's their newest video Sundo from their album Blush.Feeling ko videojock ako ng Myx.Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGlG2IHcM20"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGlG2IHcM20" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&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/8075078-7187237636220881231?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7187237636220881231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=7187237636220881231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/7187237636220881231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/7187237636220881231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-imago.html' title='I love Imago'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-8612660717132375937</id><published>2007-08-24T05:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T09:52:14.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ISANG LIHAM PARA SA DATING MINAHAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;ISANG LIHAM PARA SA DATING MINAHAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kumusta ka na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko maipaliwanag sa kabila ng pagod at sa haba ng araw na ito ay naalala kitang bigla.Kung bakit kasi naisipan kong hanapin ang profile mo sa friendster kanina.Ang totoo,noon ko pa siya nakita pero takot akong iinvite ka.Baka mareject lang ang invitation ko.Baka kasi hindi mo na ko kilala.Sabagay anim na taon na ang nakararaan ng huli tayong magkita.Napakarami ng nagbago.Napakarami ko na ring pinagdaanang relasyon at alam kong ikaw rin.Pero sadya yatang hirap ako na limutin ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nilakasan ko ang loob ko.Binuksan ko ang profile mo at ininvite kita.Nagpadala pa nga ako ng message sa iyo.Ang sabi ko : "Hi kumusta na? ____,si ____ ito,nagmeet tayo nung 3rd year college tayo.Sana naalala mo pa.Kung hindi mo na ko matandaan, sana maalala mo ako sa mga bagay na babanggitin ko : purple valentines card,green scrapbook,Lord of the Rings,Forevermore,Tapsilog,Intramuros at Circle.Ayan,sana maalala mo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang may kasalanan kung bakit nagkahiwalay tayong dalawa.Parehas tayong mga bata pa noon.Parehas na wala pang karanasan sa pagkakaroon ng ganitong klaseng relasyon.Siguro ako ang sinisisi mo kaya tayo nagkahiwalay.Hindi kasi kita naipaglaban.Masyado ding naging makitid ang utak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa ang pagkakakilala natin.Birthday ko noon.Pagkaalis ng mga bisita ko pagkatapos namin maginuman sa bahay ay binuksan ko ang telebisyon.Naaliw ako sa music video na palabas,sa ilalim ng screen ay may mga messages ng mga taong bumabati sa kaibigan,mga nagrerequest ng video at may ilan din namang naghahanap ng textmates.Bagama't hilo na ko sa ininom na alkohol ay nakuha ko pa rin ang numero ng cellphone mo na napakabilis na ipinakita sa screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagsimula ang lahat sa simpleng "ASL" na pinadala ko sa iyo.Noong una, iniisip ko na parehas lang tayong mga bored ng panahong iyon.Naghahanap ng pampalipas oras.Ng mapagkakabalahan.Pero may kung ano ka yatang angking gayuma at bigla naging interesado ako sa iyo.Nagsimula ang pagpapalitan ng text messages.Ang mga text ay nasundan ng mga paguusap sa telepono.Bigla kong naalala ngayon, kung paano akong laging nakabantay sa telepono at nakikipagunahang sumagot sa mga kapatid ko sa pagaakalang ikaw ang tumatawag.Naalala ko rin ng minsan muntik mahulog sa timba ng tubig o inodoro ang cellphone ko dahil dinadala ko ito kahit pagpunta sa banyo.Naaalala ko rin kung paanong lagi akong inaasar ng mga kaibigan ko dahil kakaiba daw ang ngiti ko kapag nakakatanggap ng text message mula sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng ilang linggong paguusap sa text at sa telepono,nagpasya tayong kitain ang isa't isa.Maaga akong dumating sa napagusapang lugar.Bagama't hindi ikaw ang unang taong nakaeyeball ko ay napakalakas pa rin ng kaba ko sa dibdib.Marahil sadyang natatakot lang ako sa rejection.Maaaring takot lang ako na madisappoint ka.At maaring takot din ako na hindi natin magustuhan ang isa't isa sa pagkikitang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang sinusundan ko ng tingin ang mga taong nandoon na may suot na kulay itim na t-shirt na sabi mo'y suot mo, ay biglang tumunog ang cellphone ko.Tumatawag ka.Ang sabi mo nakababa ka na ng taxi.Alam kong ikaw ang namataan ko ilang metro mula sa kinatatayuan ko.Natatawa ako dahil napakalapit na natin sa isat isa pero magkausap pa tayo sa cellphone.Kumaway ka.Nakangiti,naimagine ko na sa mga paguusap natin ang mga ngiting iyon.Pinatay mo ang cellphone mo,lumapit ka sa akin.Kabado pa rin ako habang nakikipagkamay sa iyo.Tumingin ako sa mga mata mo.Sabi nila sa mga mata mo mababasa kung masaya ang isang tao.At nakita sa mga matang iyon na masaya ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doon nagsimula ang ilan sa pinakamasayang araw sa buhay ko.Hindi ako magaling sa paglalarawan ng nararamdaman pero alam kung ng mga panahong iyon, ang nararamdaman ko ay isa sa pinakamasarap na naramdaman ko sa buong buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano nga ba kita malilimot.Eh lubhang napakaraming bagay ang nagpapaalala sa akin sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo ba kung paanong wala tayong pakialam na magkahawak ng kamay sa loob ng MRT? Naririnig mo pa ba ang lakas ng mga halakhakan natin kapag magkasama tayo?Natatandaan mo ba ang mga hitsura ng mukha natin ng parehas tayong nasorpresa dahil parehas ang nabili nating valentine's card? Ang paulitulit at walang sawa nating pagpatugtog ng Forevermore ng Side A kapag nakatambay tayo sa bahay niyo.Ang pagtambay natin sa Circle pagkatapos manood ng sine sa Annex.Ang stargazing na madalas nating gawin sa pader ng Intramuros pagkatapos ng klase ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana natatandaan mo ang mga iyon kasi ako natatandaan ko pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi lahat ng alaala natin na natatandaan ko ay maganda.Hindi lahat ng araw ay naging masaya at madali para sa atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sabi nila kapag nagmahal ka makikita kaagad ng iba.Magiging maganda ang lahat ng pangyayari,ngunit ang sa atin ay iba.Dumating sa punto na napabayaan ko na ang pagaaral ko para lang makita ka.At ikaw din naman,madalas ka din hindi pumasok sa ibang klase mo dahil ayaw mo na madisappoint ako kapag nangako ka na magkikita tayo.Nakakagalitan na tayo ng mga magulang natin dahil sa pagiging iresponsable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madalas din ay nababalewala ko ang nararamdaman mo.madalas mong sabihin na mahal mo ako.Pero ang lagi kong sinasabi ay napakamushy mo o kaya naman kapag naglalambing ka ay nasasabi ko na napakakorni mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masyado ako noong nasanay na laging nandiyan ka.Masyado akong naging dependent sa iyo.Nagtatampo kaagad ako kapag hindi ka nakakasagot agad sa text at o nakakatawag gayung reasonable naman ang dahilan mo.Lumabas ang insecurities ko at masyado akong naging demanding at seloso.naging maikli ang pasensiya ko at lagi akong inaatake ng pagdududa.May mga ilang pagkakataon din na nagaway tayo dahil sabi mo sobrang nasasakal ka na.Sa maniwala ka at sa hindi,Sa iyo umikot ang mundo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging pasensiyoso ka noong una.May mga compromise ka ding ginawa.-nagbigay ka,umuunawa, nagpapatawad.Ako nama'y tanggap lang ng tanggap.Pero paulit ulit pa ring ginawa ang mga bagay na hindi pinagkakasunduan.Pero sabi nga ng matatanda, napupuno din ang salop.Hanggang hindi mo na nakaya ang immaturity ko at biglang naging malamig ka na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang araw tayong hindi nagusap.Bigla na lang idinahilan mo na inatake ka ng trangkaso at hirap ka na gumamit ng cellphone at telepono.Noong una ay naniwala ako.Hanggang ang araw na hindi nating pagkikita at paguusap ay naging linggo at ang linggo ay naging buwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takot akong ibaba ang pride ko sa iyo.Kahit kabisado ko pa ang cell number mo,landline at kahit email.wala akong ginawang paraan para makipagayos sa iyo.Nagulat na lang ako minsan ng buksan ko ang inbox ng email ko at nakita ko ang pangalan mo.Ang sabi mo namimiss mo na ako.Humihingi ka ng sorry at sinabi mong napabayaan mo ako.Humihingi ka ng isa pang pagkakataon para ibalik ang dati.Naglakip ka pa nga litrato nating dalawa sa email na iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging matigas ang puso ko.Inisip ko na kung nakaya mong tiisin ako ng matagal ay kayang kaya ko ring gawin yun.Nakipagdate ako sa iba.Inakala kong iyon ang sagot para malimutan ka.Ang mga sumunod kong mga naging karelasyon ay naging napakaikli lamang.Hindi ko alam, hinahanap kong lagi sa kanila ang mga katangiang nakita ko sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa napagod ako at ipinasya ko na maging single na lang.Walang gaanong komplikasyon.Walang responsibilidad.sa loob ng dalawang taon, naging single ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa maraming pagkakataon kapag magisa ako ay naiisip kita.Kung kumusta ka na ba,kung masaya ka ba? kung may natagpuan ka na ba na taong magpapasaya sa iyo?Kung kahit minsan ba ay naisip mo ako.Angtagal kong niloko ang sarili ko na hindi ka importante sa akin.Pero pagod na ko magpanggap,tanggap ko na ang katotohanan na malaki ang naibahagi mo sa buhay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana makita mo kung ano na ako ngayon.Pagkatapos ng anim na taon,maipagmamalaki ko sa iyo na malaki na ang ipinagbago ko.Marami kang naituro at binago sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw ang nagturo sa akin na pahalagahan ang mga taong mahal mo at nagmamahal sa iyo.Wala nang pangalawang pagkakataon na ibibigay sa atin na makita pang muli kung sakaling mawala sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw din ang nagturo sa akin wag matakot masaktan at wag mapagod magmahal.Kapag bumagsak at nadapa, matutong bumangon.Kahit pa nakaluhod ka na lang at hindi mo na kayang tumayo, ang mahalaga ay pinilit mo.Ang mahalaga ay sumubok ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero parang malabo na yatang mangyari na makita mo ang mga iyon.Siguro nga mahihirapan akong limutin ka.Siguro nga patuloy akong babagabagin ng pagsisisi na sana'y nagawa kitang ipaglaban noon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan,napanaginipan kita.Nakangiti ka sa akin habang sinasabi wag akong malungkot.Nagising na lang akong umiiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marahil tama ka nga.Hindi ako dapat malungkot.Sapagkat nagampanan mo na kung anuman ang dapat maging papel mo sa buhay ko.Na dumating ka para baguhin ito.Na kailangan mo ring umalis at iwan ako.Na kailangan kong huminto na lang at sumuko sa paghihintay sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero patawarin mo ako dahil hindi ko kaya.Patawarin mo ako dahil gumawa uli ako ng paraan para muling dugtungan pa kung saan man naputol ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamaya, magoonline ako.Titignan ko kung tinanggap mo ang invitation ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-8612660717132375937?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8612660717132375937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=8612660717132375937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/8612660717132375937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/8612660717132375937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/08/isang-liham-para-sa-dating-minahal.html' title='ISANG LIHAM PARA SA DATING MINAHAL'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-4726630172064806933</id><published>2007-08-15T03:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T03:42:02.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Love and Commitment</title><content type='html'>LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nitong mga nakaraang araw, maraming katanungan ang gumulo sa dating magulo ko ng utak.Ito ay tungkol sa pagibig at commitment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa isang heart to heart talk ng taong napakalapit sa akin ngayon, nabanggit niya na hirap siyang pakiramdaman ang sarili kung pag-ibig na ba ang nararamdaman niya sa isang tao.Nagkibitbalikat lang ako noong una sa sinabi niya pero nabahala din ako pagkatapos.Ang realization na ibinigay nito sa akin ay kahit mahaba na ring panahon ang inilagi ko sa mundo at ilang relasyon na rin ang nagkaroon ako, hindi ko rin lubos pang nauunawaan kung ano nga ba ang pag-ibig.Paanong ang lahat ay naguusap tungkol sa pagibig at heto kaming dalawa na parang mga tanga na hirap bigyan ng kahulugan ang salitang ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nagpapakaintelekwal lang ako ng panahong iyon, maaring nagquote na lang ako ng linya mula sa nabasa kong libro o napanood na pelikula para sabihin sa kanya ang depinisyon ng pag-ibig.Pero matatawa lang ang kausap ko dahil ang pagibig ay sadyang napakakomplikadong konsepto. Kahit tanungin mo ang bawat tao, iba iba ang persepsiyon nila ng pagibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagaralan ko yung sinabi ng kausap ko.Hinayaan ko siyang magkuwento ng sa ganun ay magkaroon ako ng ideya kung bakit nasabi niya na mahirap maramdaman ang pagibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibinahagi niya kung paanong naging jaded na ang pakiramdam niya dahil sa pagibig.Ikinuwento niyang kung paanong ilang beses na siyang nasaktan at naloko ng taong akala niya ay mahal niya at mahal din siya.Inakala niya na ang nararamdaman niya noong mga panahong iyo ay pagibig na talaga. Ang pagiisip ay nadaig ng emosyon ang sabi pa niya.Hindi porke't may kilig at masaya ka na kasama ang isang taong gusto mo ay masasabi mo na ng walang pagaalinlangan na pagibig na ang lahat.Ito'y isang damdamin di mo inaasahan na madarama,at hindi basta basta dapat ibigay.Ang pagibig ay dumadaan din sa panahon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinakikinggan ko siyang mabuti.Kahit pa hindi direktang patungkol sa akin ang sinabi niya at napaguusapan lang naman namin ang konsepto ng pagibig, nakadama ako ng kaunting guilt at pagkapahiya.Napabilang ako sa daliri.Ilang relasyon na ba ang pinagdaanan ko?Sa mga relasyong ito, kampante ko bang masasabi na tunay na pagibig ang nadama at naibigay ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Binalikan ko sa isipan ang mga nagdaan kong relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaring idepensa ko ang sarili sa pagsasabing kaya't mababaw lang ang pagkakaunawa ko sa pagibig ay dahil maikling panahon lang ang naibigay sa akin para kilalanin ang taong inakala kong minahal ko at minahal din ako.&lt;br /&gt;Totoo naman.Ang panahon ang magsasabi kong pagibig nga bang matatawag ang nararamdaman mo sa isang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko,noon napakadali sa akin ang magsabi ng I love you sa taong nagugustuhan ko.At nakakatawa ring isipin na may mga nakilala ako na nagsasabi na kaaagad sa akin ng mga salitang ito gayung hindi pa ako lubos na kilala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inisip ko kung ano ang dahilan nito.Humantong ako sa konklusyon na napakarami ng insecurities ko sa sarili noon.Ang mga salitang I love You maging galing sa taong hindi ko naman kilala ay nagbibigay sa akin ng seguridad na ako ay tanggap.Ang isa pang naisip kong dahilan ay may mga bagay sa ngayon ay madalas nating minamadali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang naman ako kundi marami sa atin ang nahilig sa shortcuts at instant dahil sa pagkahumaling sa teknolohiyang gaya ng cellphone at Internet na siyang nagdulot sa kaisipan natain na ang mga bagay sa ngayon kagaya ng pagibig ay madali lang makukuha.Pero totoo ang sabi nila, ang bagay na madali mong makuha ay madali ring mawawala.Ang panahon ang magbibigay sa atin ng mga pangyayaring  masalimuot,masasakit at masaya, at kapag ang lahat ng ito ay nalagpasan ng dalawang  taong nagmamahalan na magkasama, masasabi ko na iyon ay pagibig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMITMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heto muna ang marami kong tanong tungkol sa commitment dahil ito ang madalas gumulo sa akin ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit may mga taong napakadaling icommit ang sarili at bakit may mga tao rin na napakatagal magpasiya kung makikipagcommit ba sila o hindi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hangal nga ba na matatawag ang dalawang tao na pumapasok sa isang commitment na hindi sila sigurado sa nararamdaman ng isa't isa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano nga ba kung isa lang ang nagmamahal at ang isa'y hindi pa sigurado kung pagmamahal na ba ang nararamdaman niya, tama bang ipilit pa rin ang commitment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi,tama ba na sabihin niya sa isa na maghintay hangga't sigurado na siya at alam niya na pagmamahal ang nararamdaman niya?Hanggang kailan ang dapat hintayin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May punto ba ang isang tao kapag sinabi niya na kapag mas matagal nating kinilala ang isa't isa, mas magiging matibay ang pundasyon ng relasyon kung sakaling magkaroon na ng commitment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May isang kakilala na nagsabi na ang pagmamahal ay hindi nangangailangan ng commitment, maaring may punto siya.Pero pwede ko ring sabihin akma lamang ang konseptong ito ng pagibig para sa isang kaibigan, para sa isang kamaganak, para sa isang kapamilya.Ang commitment na sinasabi ko dito ay ang commitment para sa dalawang taong nagmamahalan. Sumasangayon din ako na hindi tayo nagmamahal dahil gusto natin ng commitment.Maraming taong nagkakamali na ang relasyon at pagibig ay iisa.Pero hindi.Hindi relasyon ang dahilan kung bakit tayo nagmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko na kapag sinabi mo sa isang tao na gusto mo siya ay hindi kaagad nangangahulugan na gusto mong makipagcommit sa kanya.Maaaring ito ay simpleng atraksiyon lamang.Maaari ding naghahanap lang ang isa ng kaibigan.Sa tingin ko kapag ang dalawang tao ay nagkagustuhan na,mahalagang maging malinaw sa dalawa ang gusto nilang mangyari.As early as possible, kailangang malaman kung posible ba o hindi na humantong sa relasyon o commitment ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap malagay sa isang situwasyon kung saan sa gitna ng dating stage kung saan kinikilala niyo ang isa't isa ay biglang marerealize ng isa na handa na siya sa isang commitment pero ang isa ay hindi naman.Ang nakikita kong dahilan nito, maaring naghihintay pa ng sign o naininigurado pa ang isa.Pero ang pinakamasakit na dahilan kaya't hindi makapagcommit ang isang tao ay dahil pinapaasa niya lang ang isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman tama na pilitin mo na makipagcommit ang isang taong hindi pa handa sa commitment.Isa itong desperasyon na matatawag.Ang paghihintay ang siyang susubok kung ay isa ay handa bang magtiis at magpakasakit.Dahil ang paghihintay para sa akin ay isang napakahirap na gawin sa buhay na ito kung san kahit galaw ng mga kamy sa orasan ay tila nagmamadali.Pero ang malaking katanungan,hanggang kailan nga ba ang dapat ipaghintay at ipagtiis?Hindi ko rin yata masasagot ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaring makasarili nga ang konsepto ko ng commitment.Kung naramdaman mo ang pagibig at alam mong ganun din ang nararamdaman ng isa, wala na akong nakikitang dahilan para patagalin pa ang lahat.Sabi nga ng isang kaibigan, it guarantees exclusivity, na kung meron nito kahit ba kinukuwestiyon ang pagibig merong bagay na panghahawakan kayong dalawa.Na kapag mayrong commitment na sumasaklaw sa dalawang tao, may seguridad at assurance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa marami kong tanong tungkol sa commitment,heto lang ang nabigyan ko ng sagot.&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nga pumapasok ang dalawang tao sa isang relasyon?Isa lang ang sagot dito,dahil sila ay nagmamahal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-4726630172064806933?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4726630172064806933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=4726630172064806933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4726630172064806933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4726630172064806933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/08/of-love-and-commitment.html' title='Of Love and Commitment'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-2184051510050148952</id><published>2007-08-13T12:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T13:05:05.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stay Away From You</title><content type='html'>As much as I don't want my blog site to be flooded with song lyrics and videos, I can't help it.This song manifests how I feel.Every word of it paints what I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/73AppuEIQLI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/73AppuEIQLI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAN'T STAY AWAY FROM YOU (Gloria Estefan)&lt;br /&gt;Time flies&lt;br /&gt;when you're having fun&lt;br /&gt;I heard somebody say&lt;br /&gt;But, if all I've been is fun&lt;br /&gt;Then, baby, let me go;&lt;br /&gt;don't wanna be in your way&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wanna be your second choice&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be just your friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep telling me that you're not in love&lt;br /&gt;You wanna throw it all away&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay away from you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;And, though it's killing me--that's true&lt;br /&gt;There's just some things I can't control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your love is slipping through my hands&lt;br /&gt;And, though I've heard it all before&lt;br /&gt;I know you're telling me the truth&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just no use&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay away from you&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to ev'ry bit of hope&lt;br /&gt;That's all I ever do&lt;br /&gt;Hoping you might change your mind&lt;br /&gt;And call me up to say how much you need me, too&lt;br /&gt;And, though you're leaving me no other choice&lt;br /&gt;Than to turn and walk away&lt;br /&gt;Look over your shoulder--I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;You can count on me to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't stay away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna let you go&lt;br /&gt;And, though it's killing me--that's true&lt;br /&gt;There's just some things I can't control&lt;br /&gt;Your love is slipping through my hands&lt;br /&gt;And, though I've heard it all before I know you're telling me the truth&lt;br /&gt;I know it's just no use&lt;br /&gt;But I can't stay away from you&lt;div 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You'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-8422362663039206310</id><published>2007-07-28T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T18:05:19.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my beloved.</title><content type='html'>Thank you for giving me a very special gift, which is a part of yourself. Meeting you and knowing you more each day is truly a celebration of my personhood.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for making me realized that truly loving another means letting go of all expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for always reminding me to be compassionate and forgiving.I am now starting to believe that there is a goodness in every person.&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that we are one in this travel.It is not just YOUR travel, it's OURS.we will reach our dreams, we will meet different people and we will learn a lot of things together.And everything will be done "nice and slow" as you say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of these things and hundreds more, You will always be a part of me.And I will be forever thnakful for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-8422362663039206310?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/8422362663039206310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=8422362663039206310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/8422362663039206310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/8422362663039206310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/07/to-my-beloved.html' title='To my beloved.'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-5045503158541492622</id><published>2007-07-28T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T16:41:55.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gawin na lang lyrics site ang blog.Hahaha.I love this song,very beautiful lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sundo by Imago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kay tagal kong sinusuyod&lt;br /&gt;ang buong mundo&lt;br /&gt;Para hanapin,para hanapin ka&lt;br /&gt;Nilibot ang distritong iyong lumbay&lt;br /&gt;Pupulutin, pupulutin ka&lt;br /&gt;Sinusundo kita,Sinusundo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asahan mong mula ngayon&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig ko’y sayo&lt;br /&gt;Asahan mong mula ngayon&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig ko’y sayo&lt;br /&gt;Sa akin mo isabit&lt;br /&gt;ang iyong lumbay&lt;br /&gt;Di kukulanginang ibibigay&lt;br /&gt;Isuko ang kabatuluyan kang bumitaw&lt;br /&gt;Ika’y manalig&lt;br /&gt;Manalig ka..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinusundo kitaSinusundo…&lt;br /&gt;Asahan mong mula ngayon&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig ko’y sayo&lt;br /&gt;Asahan mong mula ngayon&lt;br /&gt;pag-ibig ko’y sayo&lt;br /&gt;Handa na sa liwanag mo&lt;br /&gt;Sinuyod ang buong mundo&lt;br /&gt;Maghihintay sayo’ng sundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-5045503158541492622?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/5045503158541492622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=5045503158541492622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/5045503158541492622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/5045503158541492622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/07/gawin-na-lang-lyrics-site-ang-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-1107236835928577814</id><published>2007-07-23T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T16:43:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TIME WILL REVEAL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;BoyzIIMen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;What can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;To make you feel secure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Remove all your doubts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So that you know for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That you're the apple of my eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fulfillment of my dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Time, will show the value&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Just what you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;More precious than silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;More precious than diamond rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Or anything that I can give you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It wouldn't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you didn't have my love beside you there to guide you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But ain't it good to know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know just how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But this time love's for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In time it will reveal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A special love that's deep inside of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Will all reveal in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I tell you I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But you don't believe it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;More precious than silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;More precious than diamond rings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Or anything that I can give you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It wouldn't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you didn't have my love beside you there to guide you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But ain't it good to know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know just how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But this time love's for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In time it will reveal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A special love that's deep inside of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Will all reveal in time&lt;br /&gt;I know just how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But this time love's for realIn time it will reveal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A special love that's deep inside of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Will all reveal in time&lt;br /&gt;music intermission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bridge&lt;br /&gt;Or anything that I could give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;It wouldn't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;If you didn't have my love beside yo there to guide you through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But ain't it good to know you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I know just how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But this time love's for real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;In time it will reveal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A special love that's deep inside of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Will all reveal in time&lt;br /&gt;I know just how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But this time love's for realIn time it will reveal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A special love that's deep inside of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Will all reveal in time&lt;br /&gt;I know just how you feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But this time love's for realIn time it will reveal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A special love that's deep inside of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Will all reveal in time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-1107236835928577814?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1107236835928577814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=1107236835928577814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1107236835928577814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1107236835928577814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/07/time-will-reveal-boyziimen-what-can-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-7191445345581991958</id><published>2007-07-16T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T16:54:23.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am back</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt; "Besides, the world isn't split into good people and death eaters. We have all got both light and dark inside us. What matters is the power we chose to act on. That’s who we really are.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;-Sirius Black&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I miss blogging.I miss it  like the taste of blood and chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-7191445345581991958?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7191445345581991958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=7191445345581991958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/7191445345581991958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/7191445345581991958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-am-back.html' title='I am back'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-302695318441668948</id><published>2007-05-23T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:41:28.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Bomb</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bomb scare disrupts call center's operations in Taguig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Source: ABS CBN Interactive&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Employees of a call center in Taguig, Metro Manila were forced to evacuate their building after one of their managers received a bomb threat early Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than two thousand call center agents of Ambergris Solutions evacuated the fourth and fifth floors of Market! Market! mall in The Fort around 2 a.m. after management ordered them out of the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cris Rosenthal, Ambergris VP for Human Resources, said one of the managers received a series of text messages saying a bomb would go off inside the building at 3 a.m. "We called for a meeting and decided to let all the employees evacuate," Rosenthal said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police and K-9 units, however, did not find explosives after searching the building for almost three hours. Ambergris Vice-President Paul Egger said the work disruption would have a significant effect on their business. He said the company will conduct its own investigation on the incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-www.abs-cbnnews.com/storypage.aspx?StoryId=78001&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to say thank you for the concern of my friends who sent text messages para kamustahin ako after watching the news.We are all safe and i hope that this will be the last time that this thing will happen.Although walang work but is no joke.&lt;br /&gt;I told Dang, one of my friends who first asked about the situation, how paranoid I was about this bomb threat in the office.Anglakas talaga ng kabog ng dibdib ko that time.I felt like it was a dejavu since I had a dream like that.well, Thank God its over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano nga kaya kung mayroong bomba na natagpuan sa office?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-302695318441668948?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/302695318441668948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=302695318441668948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/302695318441668948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/302695318441668948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/05/da-bomb.html' title='Da Bomb'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-436969974526642906</id><published>2007-05-23T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T19:30:56.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>TO R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember your last text message on me that goes like : " sometimes we put too much passion on the biggest dreams in life that we fail to love the smallest pleasures from simple things.."I just realized now how much I took your presence for granted. I don't think i was able to show appreciation for all the things, big or small, that you've done.I don't even think I was able to say Thank you.So please let me try to recall them and let me say thank you:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For introducing me to your mom and to your friends on the first time that we met.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For taking time to answer my senseless text messages even you are busy reviewing for your exam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For taking me to the hospital when I felt that I can't go to work anymore because of my tonsilitis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For trusting me of all your secrets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For being the very first person to greet me on my birthday, when I, forgot when your birthday is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For being one of the few person I know who believe that there can still be true love for people like us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are still a lot of other things that you taught me and that you've done for me but I feel like if I would try to remember them, it will just bring a lot of pain to me.You know me,I am a very sentimental person.But right now I am sorry, I failed to remember all of the good memories.To tell you honestly,I am really sad that beautiful things will just end like this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I remember that day I asked you if I can go with you on your trip to Galera.You said no,I can't.You said you will be with someone.It was the first time that I heard you saying that you are already tired of waiting.That one year of waiting is too much.That you cannot be a with a person who des not want a commitment.That you have to say goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can see pain when you uttered those words.I did not demand for explanation because I know all my shortcomings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I am glad and I thank that you've been honest with your feelings.Right now, I am at the point of denial that this is really happening.I still cannot accept the fact that you have already found someone.I also realized how stupid I am for letting you go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to tell that I am happy but I don't wanna betray my feelings.I know it will be stupid of me to I ask if you still love me.I know you are not gonna answer me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe I am still a believer of second chances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am hoping that there could still be second chance for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Might Have Been &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lou pardini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, lost in the wind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm watching you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sunlight touching your hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I remember&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow, we said that we would never stray&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But somehow we lost our way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Promises too often spoken&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are easily broken apart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I'm no longer undecided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't wanna be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A fool wondering what might have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trace of forever lingering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Drawing me closer to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A new beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no doubt I understand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just how fragile love can be&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can't forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your mem'ry found me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now I know where I belong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I'm no longer undecided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't wanna be a fool wondering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What might have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Through every day, into the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With only love to guide us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm ready to go, coz I've got to know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What might have been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the lovin' decide, I can't run, I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My heart will show that I'm ready this time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that I'm no longer undecided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't wanna be, a fool wondering what might have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've searched everywhere, and nothing compares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When we've got love to guide us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm ready to go, coz I wanna know what might have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm wondering what might have been&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We're gonna find what might have been&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh I wanna know what might have been.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-436969974526642906?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/436969974526642906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=436969974526642906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/436969974526642906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/436969974526642906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/05/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-7284991089285576500</id><published>2007-05-20T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-20T16:40:07.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The making of a Gym Bunny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am glad that finally I was able to accomplish one of the goals I have for this year: to enrol myself in a gym.But the problem I face right now is how to be consistent on my training and how I would make time for it.This is not easy I tell you,a lot of effort,discipline and time management will be needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am just on my third week and I really have to make adjustments on my schedule (less sleep,less gimik).I would usually go to gym three times a week,that is after shift and stay there for like two hours.Then after workout I will go back in the office to sleep.I dont wanna deprive myself of sleep so I bring extra clothes, take a bath in the gym and go directly to office to sleep after my workout.I dont think I can still afford to go home after training since we now live in Valenzuela.That's fine with me since I just do this three times a week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you read my old posts, I would often mention that I really wanted to start gain weight and work out in a gym.I was able to achieve my goal of gaining weight last year but for this year I went back to my old skinny self.I read from a forum in PEX that that I can gain weight and tone my muscle at the same time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did not have any exercise and a totally newbie on this gym thingie.It really help that there are information available on the internet about being fit and being a "gym bunny".I did my own research, read the posts of those who are good on this stuff and talk to some of my friends who frequent the gym.I also personally went to the gyms like Fitness First, Slimmers World and Gold's.These commercial gyms already established their names and have been in the fitness industry for quite a long time, but I still chose to go to Eclipse gym.I was really impressed with the people from Eclipse.Not only that they know what they were saying but most of them were also friendly and customer oriented.They were very patient on newbies like me.I also like the facilities and equipments they have there.I don't want to sound like I am promoting something so just visit this &lt;a href="http://www.eclipsegym.com.ph"&gt;website &lt;/a&gt;to know more about them.Hehe.I also don't want to badmouth the other gyms because I personally did not go to those gyms so I really can't attest if what the negative things spreading around were actually true (I only got second hand infos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am also glad that my friend Joms also go to this gym.He may not know it, but I sometimes get my motivation to go to the gym from him. Kasi what I really needed right now is lot of DISCIPLINE and MOTIVATION.hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I will not the see the result I want to achieve overnight, but I now looking forward of going to gym and making myself fit.I am excited of thinking what I will look like a year from now with constant gym training.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-7284991089285576500?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/7284991089285576500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=7284991089285576500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/7284991089285576500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/7284991089285576500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/05/making-of-gym-bunny.html' title='The making of a Gym Bunny'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-2595496423164658787</id><published>2007-05-12T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:37:17.878+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's day =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Advance Happy Mother's day especially to my Nanay. I love you.Salamat sa'yo nanay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Tyler Collins&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for teaching me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOW TO LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Showing me what the world means&lt;br /&gt;What I've been dreamin' of&lt;br /&gt;And now I know, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THERE IS NOTHING THAT I COULD NOT DO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thanks to You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For teaching me &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOW TO FEEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Showing me my emotions&lt;br /&gt;Letting me know what's real&lt;br /&gt;From what is not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I've got is more that I'd ever hoped for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And a lot of what I hope for is&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh there's)No mountain, no valley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO TIME ,NO SPACE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No heartache, no heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;No fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop me from &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELIEVING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will pull me through&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to You&lt;br /&gt;(Adlib) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh There's)There's no mountain, no valley&lt;br /&gt;No time, no space&lt;br /&gt;No heartache, no heartbreak&lt;br /&gt;No fall from grace&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop me from believing&lt;br /&gt;That my love will see me through&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to You &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to You&lt;br /&gt;For teaching me how to live&lt;br /&gt;Putting things in perspective&lt;br /&gt;Showing me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;HOW TO GIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;And how to take&lt;br /&gt;No mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WE WERE PUT HERE TOGETHER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me but it's true&lt;br /&gt;That I'm aching with the love I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to You&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-2595496423164658787?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2595496423164658787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=2595496423164658787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/2595496423164658787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/2595496423164658787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s day =)'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-4569233655845181236</id><published>2007-05-12T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T11:12:37.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippine Elections 2007</title><content type='html'>Definitely this country has a long way to go.&lt;br /&gt;And I am not losing hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know i am not the type who is not very passionate about this whole carnival show that will happen on Monday (read:Philippine Election). I know I spend a lot of years of my life being indifferent and uninvolved with government and politics but I feel there is something that I (actually, all of us can do) to help in changing this chaotic country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, on Monday, May 14,let's choose the best candidates for REAL CHANGES to happen in our government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the cliche: VOTE WISELY.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tatsulok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bamboo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totoy bilisan mo, bilisan mo ang takbo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ilagan ang mga bombang nakatutok sa ulo mo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totoy tumalon ka, dumapa kung kailangan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At baka tamaan pa ng mga balang ligaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totoy makinig ka, wag kang magpa-gabi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baka mapagkamalan ka’t humandusay dyan sa tabi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totoy alam mo ba kung ano ang puno’t dulo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ng di matapos-tapos na kaguluhang ito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrain :&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pula’t dilaw tunay na magkalaban&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang kulay at tatak ay di syang dahilan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hangga’t marami ang lugmok sa kahirapan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At ang hustisya ay para lang sa mayaman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus :&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Habang may tatsulok at sila ang nasa tuktok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di matatapos itong gulo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iligtas ang hininga ng kay raming mga tao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At ang dating munting bukid, ngayo’y sementeryo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totoy kumilos ka, baliktarin ang tatsulok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tulad ng dukha, nailagay mo sa tuktok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi pula’t dilaw tunay na magkalaban&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang kulay at tatak ay di syang dahilan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hangga’t marami ang lugmok sa kahirapan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At ang hustisya ay para lang sa mayaman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Habang may tatsulok at sila ang nasa tuktok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di matatapos itong gulo&lt;br /&gt;Iligtas ang hininga ng kay raming mga tao&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At ang dating munting bukid, ngayo’y sementeryo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Totoy kumilos ka, baliktarin ang tatsulok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tulad ng dukha, nailagay mo sa tuktok&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Repeat refrain and Chorus&lt;br /&gt;repeat Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Di matatapos itong gulo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-4569233655845181236?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4569233655845181236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=4569233655845181236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4569233655845181236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4569233655845181236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/05/philippine-elections-2007.html' title='Philippine Elections 2007'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-4042075499131794503</id><published>2007-04-29T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T18:43:40.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Ifs and If Onlys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A week ago, I was interviewed for an OIC post.I tried to answer the panelist' quetions as smartly as possible.I thought the interview process would be a breeze but I came across with this question which I think is the hardest question thrown at me during that time.The question was like if there's something in my past that I wanted to change, what would that be and why?I was thinking hard because the truth of the matter is, if I have the power in my hand, I would definitely change a lot of things from my past.However, since i was afraid of taking risk that time and giving that answer would only open a can of worms so I played safe. I just gave a beauty-contest-winning-answer : "Oh there's nothing in my past that I wanted to change.We can only change our future but not our past.Yada yada..."&lt;br /&gt;I realized after the interview that it's not an honest answer.It should not be my answer.Who in the world does not want to change his past?Well unless you were born a somebody,king or queen in some faraway land.I am certain that there's a thing or two from our past that we wished never happened or hoped would had happened in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;I asked the question to my friend and she said she is contented with the way things are but she could be happier if some things happened the way she want it to be.I dunno if its just me but I feel there is still bitterness from that statement.Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, while I am thinking about the answer to that question I realized one thing,I am still prisoner of my past.Although I said I already forgive some people but there are still some hurtful things I can't forget.I still can't move on and still not over with that person I truly loved six years ago.I am still upset that I did not pursue my dream of becoming what I really wanted to be .I am still regretful and wished that I could have spent more time with my father when he was alive.There were thousands of what ifs and if onlys lingering in mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I guess I am the type who is really attached with his past. I am so nostalgic and would often look at some old pictures and reminisced the good things that happened.I will feel sad when an old love song is being played on the radio.I love to see old friends and acquiantances and talked about the events that happened in the past.I am always hunted by the pain of yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's sad and I hate myself for being like this but what can I do?I really wish there's an easy way of forgetting.I hope I stop clinging on to my past and just move on with the future.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know I can't be happy feeling and being this way.Probably the best thing I can do, is look back on the good things that happened and use the bad things as a learning tool for the future.But its easier said than done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just wanted to share my thoughts.There were so much negative things in mind so I hope talking about this will somehow help me overcome them.Bakit naman kasi binabalikan pa ang nakaraan.hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't want to end this post negatively so let me just quote this line from my favorite movie Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind,"The only true path toward “eternal sunshine” is a path that cherishes the memory of the sorrows and the joys, the loves and the disappointments of life."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-4042075499131794503?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4042075499131794503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=4042075499131794503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4042075499131794503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4042075499131794503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/04/week-ago-i-was-interviewed-for-oic-post.html' title='What Ifs and If Onlys'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-6528486726433743516</id><published>2007-04-26T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T10:47:06.045+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sad sad world</title><content type='html'>The other day I was watching a CNN documentary about the Virginia Tech Massacre.I just learned from wikipedia that this is the second deadliest school shooting incident in U.S. history. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not help but shed tears for the 32 wasted lives.Imagine your in college,your building your life because this is your only chance at a future and someone will just ended that thru a useless , meaningless death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds cliche but this is something that I thought I would only see in movies, one that I don't really expect to happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is pretty sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us all pray for the victims of this tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;For more infos , go to this site-&gt;Virginia Tech massacre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_Tech_Massacre"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-6528486726433743516?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-1518274857711458086</id><published>2007-04-18T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T21:11:01.402+08:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless the Broken Road</title><content type='html'>This is an old song I really like.I wish someday,somehow I could sing this song to that special someone that I have been waiting for quite a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS THE BROKEN ROAD&lt;br /&gt;RASCAL FLATTS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set out on a narrow way, many years ago&lt;br /&gt;Hoping I would find true love along the broken road&lt;br /&gt;But I got lost a time or two&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my brow and kept pushing through&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't see how every sign pointed straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus: ]&lt;br /&gt;Every long lost dream&lt;br /&gt;Lead me to where you are&lt;br /&gt;Others who broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;They were like northern stars&lt;br /&gt;Pointing me on my way&lt;br /&gt;Into your loving arms&lt;br /&gt;This much I know is true&lt;br /&gt;That God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;That led me straight to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about the years I spent&lt;br /&gt;just passing through&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to have the time I lost&lt;br /&gt;and give it back to you&lt;br /&gt;but you just smile and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;You been there, you understand&lt;br /&gt;It's all part of a grander plan&lt;br /&gt;that is coming true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Chorus ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just rolling home&lt;br /&gt;into my lovers arms&lt;br /&gt;this much i know is true&lt;br /&gt;that God blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;that led me straight to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That god blessed the broken road&lt;br /&gt;that led me straight to you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-1518274857711458086?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1518274857711458086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=1518274857711458086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1518274857711458086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1518274857711458086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-bless-broken-road.html' title='God Bless the Broken Road'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-1802816626886210555</id><published>2007-04-17T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:43:09.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy fiesta</title><content type='html'>May will be a very busy month.I am pretty loaded with a lot of things to do.Before the end of April (From the 26th until the 30th), me and some friends from the office might go to Sagada to unwind.I already filed my leave for that but I am still not certain if i will go.Gastos na naman eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our townhall (annual gathering of employees in the company) will also be held sometime in May.The last time it was held in Araneta.This time, based on the result of the employee's poll, i think it will be in Enchanted Kingdom or in Fort Open field.The theme for this year I think will be school fair/battle of the bands.Last year's townhall was boring (Rockstar contest thingie) so i hope it will be a lot of fun this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taralets barkada (PLM Friends) was also "drawing" an outing/get together on first week of May.The original plan was a two day  beach outing at Puerto Galera.I doubt this will push thru,the last time we planned on this, we ended up in some private resort somewhere in Laguna.The last time I heard, it will just be a videoke/bowling session on one saturday night this May.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next event will be the baptismal of sarah's daughter on may 5th.I could not miss that since she already told me that i will be the ninong.Then comes my brother's birthday.He does not really celebrate his birthday but it will be sort of family day for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team in the office was also planning to go to tali beach in batangas on may 11 to 12.This is the outing that I am really looking forward to.We have some newbies in the team that I wanted to get to know better.Also,I really really wanted to go to Tali beach.This is really a beautiful beach in Batangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that will be my sister's birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno kung saan ko pa ipapasok yung plano ko na magaral ng short course on graphic Arts at magenrol sa Gym.Major goodluck talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be moving out on my apartment by April 21st.matagal ko na rin naman itong plinano.There were series of unfortunate events kasi na nangyari that push me to finally move out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naglipat na rin kami from Bulacan to Valenzuela for practical reason.My mom and i will stay with my brother and his family.Ipaparent na lang 'yung bahay namin sa Bulacan.Maguuwian na naman ako.Parang angirap na magadjust kapag malayo ang bahay.haggard.Kailangan ko na bumili ng kotse.Wish ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi ako worried sa pagcocomute.Worried ako dahil kasama ko na naman ang Kuya ko.I know were now in good terms pero mahirap talagang kalimutan 'yung mangyari noon.Naiisip at naalala ko pa rin siya.Sobrang hindi kasi kami magkasundo dati.Hindi kami noon pwede pagsamahin sa isang kuwarto dahil talagang magaaway kami.Sana nga ngayon maging peaceful na ang mga buhay namin.dapat lang, matatanda na kami para magaway.=)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-1802816626886210555?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1802816626886210555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=1802816626886210555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1802816626886210555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1802816626886210555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/04/happy-fiesta.html' title='happy fiesta'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-9021023593162024474</id><published>2007-04-17T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T01:17:48.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art's VisualDNA</title><content type='html'>I got this link from Joms.This one is cool .=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed allowScriptAccess="never" allowNetworking="internal"  enableJavaScript="false" src="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/swf/widget.swf"  quality="best" bgcolor="#25510D" width="340"  height="240" name="widget" align="middle" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"  pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"  flashvars="bgcolor=#25510D&amp;i1=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-78BCAFD1.jpeg&amp;c1=Art can be as simple yet very creative like this&amp;i2=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_7A214ED3.jpeg&amp;c2=Travelling and music = perfect combination&amp;i3=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-6781E621.jpeg&amp;c3=To pamper myself,I get myself a relaxing massage&amp;i4=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_23F0F190.jpeg&amp;c4=I wanted to do something extreme someday&amp;i5=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-7C115110.jpeg&amp;c5=I just think one needs to be presentable all the time&amp;i6=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-3A16A102.jpeg&amp;c6=Who does not want to grow old with someone we love?&amp;i7=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_71114A35.jpeg&amp;c7=I love sleeping,big time.&amp;i8=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-E26BA3F.jpeg&amp;c8=I love space,window,huge bed and a lot of light&amp;i9=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_631B702E.jpeg&amp;c9=Take me to the beach!&amp;i10=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_-45A19707.jpeg&amp;c10=Someday, I will travel to great places&amp;i11=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_494EB337.jpeg&amp;c11=I wanted to be an island Boy!&amp;i12=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_17D8F487.jpeg&amp;c12=I love tropical fruit juices&amp;i13=http://dna.imagini.net/i/RESIZE_658383D5.jpeg&amp;c13=I am in love with the sunset and beautiful sceneries.&amp;moodlabel=EASY RIDER &amp;lovelabel=LOVE BUG&amp;funlabel=ESCAPE ARTIST&amp;habitslabel=NEW WAVE PURITAN&amp;uid=219446-dd1b&amp;srv=iwebhd5" &gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="text-align:center; width:340px;height:25px;margin-top:0px; border-top:1px solid rgb(150,150,150);background-color:rgb(0,0,0);padding:5px 0 0 0; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://networking.imagini.blueorange.co.uk/vdna.php?uid=219446-dd1b&amp;srv=iwebhd5" style="color:rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Read my VisualDNA&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10px;color:#cccccc"&gt;&amp;trade;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;a href="http://dna.imagini.net/friends/" style="color:rgb(255,255,255) "&gt;Get your own VisualDNA&amp;trade;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-9021023593162024474?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/9021023593162024474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=9021023593162024474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/9021023593162024474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/9021023593162024474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/04/arts-visualdna.html' title='Art&apos;s VisualDNA'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-6289654125536521721</id><published>2007-04-01T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T19:05:17.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer 2007</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to share these pictures I took this March.I am really starting to get serious with photography.Too bad that it was just recently that I got my own digital camera.I am really hoping that I will have the chance to learn it professionally, y' know getting a photography course or go to an art school. I am really happy with how these pictures came out. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTK9LJoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/p1VsPICsdoY/s1600-h/DSC00934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048410167315211906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTK9LJoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/p1VsPICsdoY/s320/DSC00934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-Pu69LJuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VQ9--XRXqvk/s1600-h/DSC01029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048411743568209634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-Pu69LJuI/AAAAAAAAAIg/VQ9--XRXqvk/s320/DSC01029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-Puq9LJtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JWzuMWCVTpw/s1600-h/DSC00992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048411739273242322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-Puq9LJtI/AAAAAAAAAIY/JWzuMWCVTpw/s320/DSC00992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-Pu69LJvI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9Tjtezk-O6M/s1600-h/DSC01033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-PvK9LJwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mHz40TcaCtA/s1600-h/DSC01049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048411747863176962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-PvK9LJwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/mHz40TcaCtA/s320/DSC01049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-Pva9LJxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d9beLB9F8gw/s1600-h/DSC01055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048411752158144274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-Pva9LJxI/AAAAAAAAAI4/d9beLB9F8gw/s320/DSC01055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTa9LJpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/L8QCXTZValY/s1600-h/DSC00950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048410171610179218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTa9LJpI/AAAAAAAAAH4/L8QCXTZValY/s320/DSC00950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTa9LJqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l6QwEBzaIzA/s1600-h/DSC00951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048410171610179234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTa9LJqI/AAAAAAAAAIA/l6QwEBzaIzA/s320/DSC00951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTq9LJsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UUDHS-E9Qm0/s1600-h/DSC00963.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048410175905146562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTq9LJsI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/UUDHS-E9Qm0/s320/DSC00963.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTq9LJrI/AAAAAAAAAII/BKX9Jynvo0s/s1600-h/DSC00962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048410175905146546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTq9LJrI/AAAAAAAAAII/BKX9Jynvo0s/s320/DSC00962.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-Q2q9LJyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kx9GbTFJCiQ/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048412976223823650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-Q2q9LJyI/AAAAAAAAAJA/kx9GbTFJCiQ/s320/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;More on my photoblog site: &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/elbulakenyo/sets/72057594104610182"&gt;flicker&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://elbulakenyo.multiply.com"&gt;multiply.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-6289654125536521721?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/6289654125536521721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=6289654125536521721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/6289654125536521721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/6289654125536521721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-2007.html' title='Summer 2007'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rg-OTK9LJoI/AAAAAAAAAHw/p1VsPICsdoY/s72-c/DSC00934.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-1537821444927759138</id><published>2007-03-06T16:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T14:59:06.415+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Indie Films</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;Buo ang aking paniniwala na ang mga &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"independent digital film"&lt;/span&gt; ang siyang buhay sa naghihingalong industriya ng pelikulang Pilipino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal"&gt;.Natutuwa ako at nabigyan ako ng pagkakataon na mapanood ang mga pelikulang kagaya ng &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pepot artista, Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros, Magnifico at iba pa.&lt;/span&gt;Ang mga pelikulang ito ay tunay na nagpapakita ng kahusayan ng ating mga kababayan sa pagawa ng de kalidad na pelikula.Nakalulungkot isipin na kailangan pang dalhin ng mga pelikulang ito sa ibang bansa para lamang mabigyan ng pansin.Ang mga parangal na hinakot nito ay tunay na nagpapakita ng galing ng mga Pilipino sa larangan ng film making.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemTitle" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nababahala ako sa katotohanan na ang mga pelikulang tinatangkilik ng ating mga kababayan ay mga komersiyal na banyaga at mga lokal na pelikula na ang tanging ibenebenta ay mga mukha ng sikat na artista ngayon.Hindi ko maintindihan kung minsan ang mentalidad ng masang Pilipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Patuloy kong susubaybayan at susuportahan ang mga pelikulang Indie at ang mga gumagawa nito.Wala akong pakialam kung isa lamang ako sa kaunting nakakaappreciate nito.Wala rin akong pakiaalam na habang abala ang iba sa aking mga kaibigan sa panonood ng pelikula ni Angelina Jolie o Sam Milby ay magisa akong nanonood ng Pepot Artista sa isang sinehan na sampung katao lang yata ang laman.Ang mahalaga'y sa pamamagitan ng mga pelikulang ito ay nabusog ang aking isipan at kamalayan .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Narito ang ilan sa mga paborito kong digital independent films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemTitle" style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Re0v5veazHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/npU-aBmcIwY/s1600-h/15901425036042l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038736227140553842" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Re0v5veazHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/npU-aBmcIwY/s400/15901425036042l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;u&gt;PEPOT ARTISTA&lt;/u&gt; (2005)&lt;br /&gt;Directed by Clodualdo del Mundo Jr&lt;br /&gt;Starring elijah castillo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Source:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/filmangel?nextdate=2%2f26%2f2007+22%3a15%3a42.673&amp;direction=n"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Film angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jose Rizalino is a young boy with dreams of making it big as a star in the world of showbiz. His imaginative mind helps him to pursue his ambition. After a failed attempt to get a part in a movie, he gave up on his dreams but not his love and passion for films.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;This film won Best Picture at the First Cinemalaya Film Competition. It defeated Auraeus Solito’s &lt;u&gt;Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros&lt;/u&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Pepot Artista&lt;/u&gt; must have struck a chord among film literate judges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Film and showbiz references abound in this hilarious film. Generous film clips from the 1971 movie &lt;u&gt;Guy and Pip&lt;/u&gt; were included in &lt;u&gt;Pepot Artista&lt;/u&gt;. A kind couple operating carnival games are die-hard fans of the movie couple. A laugh out loud scene was when the couple sang “Maria Leonora Teresa” complete with a live doll. Tirso Cruz III appeared in a cameo role as a buyer of comics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The names of students were references to showbiz personalities like film critic Nestor Torre, singer Celeste Legaspi, playwright Rolando Tinio, and director Marilou Diaz Abaya. One student , Jorge Lucas, was even named after director George Lucas. The name of Pepot’s sister is Vilma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pepot Artista&lt;/u&gt; paid loving homage to the Rosa Rosal film &lt;u&gt;Biyaya ng Lupa&lt;/u&gt;. Pepot’s mother was a dancer featured in the 1959 film classic. The altar, with its lone occupant Blessed Virgin Mary, is prominently displayed during interior scenes. Pepot has a deaf and mute brother. Scenes of Pepot’s mother caressing the bamboo coin banks alternated with clips from the film classic &lt;u&gt;Biyaya ng Lupa&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Elijah Castillo won a Best Actor Award at the Singapore Film Festival for his portrayal as Pepot. He is generally good but his crying scene is not well acted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The excellent story deals with the aspirations of countless Filipinos to become movie stars. Star search contests, talent competitions and reality shows give hope to their dreams. Despite dozens of mestizas and mestizos joining such contests, some dusky skinned contestants even win in major contests like Mau Marcelo in “Philippine Idol.” Nora Aunor won in a national amateur singing contest before entering the world of movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justifyfont-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;***Napakahusay ng mga artista ng pelikulang ito lalo na yung batang gumanap na Pepot, si Elijah Castillo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-FAMILY: trebuchet ms; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;h4 class="itemTitle" style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Re0xcfeazII/AAAAAAAAAHc/upnhR6uANNw/s1600-h/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038737923652635778" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Re0xcfeazII/AAAAAAAAAHc/upnhR6uANNw/s400/poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros (2005)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)" href="http://www2.blogger.com/name/nm2039919/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Directed By Auraeus Solito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Starring : Nathan Lopez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Review From Imdb.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Although the main character is gay, this is not a gay film. The beauty of the film is that it does not make fun of the gay character. Maxi is well-loved and accepted by his family and the community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There is plenty of humor but this light treatment of the story does not at all trivialize the message that the film wants to bring across to the audience. Scriptwriter Michiko Yamamoto who also wrote the award-winning "Magnifico" has improved her skill in storytelling and is not at all melodramatic this time. She has done away with subplots that don't move the main story much, a weakness of many Filipino scriptwriters who want to tell everything, including the entire history of the Philippines, in one movie. Her characters are all balanced – no one is all-evil or all-saint. The most touching scenes are those that show the tenderness of Maxi's tough-guy family to him. However, there are technical glitches that need to be fixed, and with digital technology editing may still be possible, e.g. scenes that are too dark or the screen going black for too long, making the oldies in the audience worry that perhaps the "lagarista" has been caught in traffic with the next roll of film. It is not often that Filipinos abroad get to see a rare gem like this film. Thanks to digital film-making and indie cinema and the film festivals in many countries.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;***Patatawanin at pakikiligin kayo ni Maximo Oliveros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Re00qfeazJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eOz91w01PNE/s1600-h/magnificobfr.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038741462705687698" style="CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Re00qfeazJI/AAAAAAAAAHk/eOz91w01PNE/s400/magnificobfr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Magnifico&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Directed by Maryo J De Los Reyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Starring Jiro Manio, Albert Martinez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;a href="http://festival04.showcomotion.org.uk/films/magnifico_10.php"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Review From: Showcomotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Magnifico is nine-years-old; his family lives in a poor part of town and life is a constant struggle to make ends meet. Only Magnifico remains steadfast: selling juice to earn money to take his sister to the carnival, building a casket for his dying grandmother to ease the family's budget. As far as Magnifico is concerned, a little sensitivity and clever thinking are all that's needed to solve these problems. Before long, the boy's warm-heartedness leads to a miraculous denouement which enables both his family and friends to cope with the traumas of life and death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The strength of the film lies in its powerfully moving honesty: the ending in particular packs a huge emotional punch. It's a simple, classic tale, masterfully told, and wonderfully acted by its lead protagonist. Best Feature Adult Jury &amp;amp; Best Feature Children's Jury, Berlin Kinderfilmfest 2004.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;***Tearjerker.The very definition of sentimental overload.Pinaiyak ako ng pelikulang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-1537821444927759138?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1537821444927759138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=1537821444927759138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1537821444927759138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1537821444927759138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/03/indie-films.html' title='Indie Films'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Re0v5veazHI/AAAAAAAAAHU/npU-aBmcIwY/s72-c/15901425036042l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-9166365966136183914</id><published>2007-02-18T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T10:25:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is your Perfect Major?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="5" width="600" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;I tried this quiz from Charis.Magulo talaga utak ko.pare parehas ang score ko for theater,english,art,journalism and sociology.hehe.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Sociology&lt;/b&gt;. You should be a Sociology major!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Theater&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Journalism&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sociology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="75" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;75%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Linguistics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Philosophy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="67" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;67%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Psychology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="50" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Anthropology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="42" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;42%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Engineering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="17" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;17%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Chemistry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="8" bgcolor="#dddddd" 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(PLEASE RATE ME!!&amp;lt;3)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://quizfarm.com"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-9166365966136183914?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/9166365966136183914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=9166365966136183914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/9166365966136183914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/9166365966136183914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-is-your-perfect-major.html' title='What is your Perfect Major?'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-2169296973868772145</id><published>2007-02-12T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:01:21.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung Hei fat Choi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5FnffabI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pfwOblgFoZE/s1600-h/artski+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030583552436038066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5FnffabI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pfwOblgFoZE/s320/artski+226.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilly's Island Tomas Morato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5F3ffacI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4WCd3kPkqRk/s1600-h/artski+193.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030583556731005378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5F3ffacI/AAAAAAAAAGg/4WCd3kPkqRk/s320/artski+193.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my officemates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5F3ffadI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vd-5nrUUn14/s1600-h/artski+254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030583556731005394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5F3ffadI/AAAAAAAAAGo/vd-5nrUUn14/s320/artski+254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5GHffaeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jpSTcL3_DYI/s1600-h/artski+260.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030583561025972706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5GHffaeI/AAAAAAAAAGw/jpSTcL3_DYI/s320/artski+260.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5GHffafI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_b3IBBlhJ9E/s1600-h/artski+211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030583561025972722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5GHffafI/AAAAAAAAAG4/_b3IBBlhJ9E/s320/artski+211.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Joei,EA and Banonay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGE's Chinese New Year Celebration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 04, 2007&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;More pics posted on my &lt;a href="http://elbulakenyo.multiply.com"&gt;multiply &lt;/a&gt;site&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-2169296973868772145?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/2169296973868772145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=2169296973868772145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/2169296973868772145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/2169296973868772145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/02/kung-hei-fat-choi.html' title='Kung Hei fat Choi!'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RdA5FnffabI/AAAAAAAAAGY/pfwOblgFoZE/s72-c/artski+226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-1623133115611041092</id><published>2007-02-06T16:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:01:21.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me hear a happy song</title><content type='html'>A while ago I was checking the songs on my MP3 playlist and I realized that it was loaded with a lot of depressing songs.I browsed the messages on my cellphone and I found out that half of it were messages filled with bitterness.On TV and on papers,even on some blogs I came across with , they tell a lot of sad stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have to agree to someone I know when he said that depression is a lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to work last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namiss ko yung mga tao pero hindi yung trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toxic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-1623133115611041092?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/1623133115611041092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=1623133115611041092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1623133115611041092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/1623133115611041092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/02/let-me-hear-happy-song.html' title='Let me hear a happy song'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-3655162138445395475</id><published>2007-02-02T13:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:19:05.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Junkfoods and Kiddie stuff that I miss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inspired by Charis' post about Marie biscuits so I am posting this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Junkfoods and Kiddie stuff that I miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLSdPd7jFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ti6CaOTR4iQ/s1600-h/bazooka.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026811533909003346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLSdPd7jFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ti6CaOTR4iQ/s320/bazooka.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bazooka Bubble Gum&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLSz_d7jGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PlB6PzKclPM/s1600-h/pritos.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026811924751027298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLSz_d7jGI/AAAAAAAAAFk/PlB6PzKclPM/s320/pritos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pritos Ring&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLWEPd7jJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GU0ndiesSIc/s1600-h/white.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026815502458784914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLWEPd7jJI/AAAAAAAAAF8/GU0ndiesSIc/s320/white.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;White rabbit&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLTkPd7jHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rvKU7cMjTNo/s1600-h/iced+gems.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026812753679715442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLTkPd7jHI/AAAAAAAAAFs/rvKU7cMjTNo/s320/iced+gems.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iced Gems&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLUovd7jII/AAAAAAAAAF0/EnT9b1B2KAs/s1600-h/products_nips.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026813930500754562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLUovd7jII/AAAAAAAAAF0/EnT9b1B2KAs/s320/products_nips.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Iba pa: Wala akong makitang pictures eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Serg's Chocolate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Expo peanuts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haw haw candy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheezums&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chicklet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cheese curls na may freebies like paper money at laruang lumalaki pag nilubog sa tubig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Puto seko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Club House Cracker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Plastic baloon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Piknik Cheese curl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kaunti lang yan.Hindi ako gaanong matakaw nung bata ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-3655162138445395475?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3655162138445395475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=3655162138445395475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/3655162138445395475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/3655162138445395475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/02/junkfoods-and-kiddie-stuff-that-i-miss.html' title='Junkfoods and Kiddie stuff that I miss'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLSdPd7jFI/AAAAAAAAAFc/ti6CaOTR4iQ/s72-c/bazooka.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-4802577624988201456</id><published>2007-02-02T13:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:19:56.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLQ8Pd7jEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kTxyR39OYi0/s1600-h/sixfeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026809867461692482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLQ8Pd7jEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kTxyR39OYi0/s320/sixfeet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am currently watching &lt;strong&gt;Six Feet Under&lt;/strong&gt; on DVD (complete collection) and I am loving it.I love the theme music, the characters and the plot.The series was able to present different faces of death and provide a fascinating look into a life that we all know exists but most of us have never explored.It's brilliant.Sana matapos ko ito before weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUOTABLE QUOTES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ruth:&lt;/strong&gt;I pity you Claire.You are under the mistaken impression that life owes you something. Well, you are in for some very harsh surprises.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brenda:&lt;/strong&gt; You know what I find interesting? If you lose a spouse, you're called a widow, or a widower. If&lt;br /&gt;you're a child and you lose your parents, then you're an orphan. But what's the word to describe a parent&lt;br /&gt;who loses a child? I guess that's just too fucking awful to even have a name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Billy:&lt;/strong&gt; That's the thing about Narcissus, it's not that he's so fucking in love with himself, because he isn't at all, he fucking hates himself. It's that without that reflection looking back at him... he doesn't exist.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nate:&lt;/strong&gt; Why do you treat me like shit all the time, Brenda? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brenda:&lt;/strong&gt; Because I've had a really fucked-up life and I need sarcasm to hide how ridiculously miserable I am!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More quotes on this &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0248654/quotes"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-4802577624988201456?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/4802577624988201456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=4802577624988201456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4802577624988201456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/4802577624988201456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/02/current-addiction.html' title='Current Addiction'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/RcLQ8Pd7jEI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/kTxyR39OYi0/s72-c/sixfeet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-3589937982772714826</id><published>2007-01-30T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T18:23:53.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Balikbayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olongapo City&lt;/strong&gt; is the place where I was born and spent 14 years of my life.The last time that I was here was Summer of 1997.I was really excited of going back here, revisiting the places where I have been and reuniting with some of my friends from grade school and high school.I have been planning to go here for some time but because of my busy schedule and work, it took some time before that plan finally happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8VGIT8FjI/AAAAAAAAACc/3H2OyBKHUxY/s1600-h/DSC00798.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025758904223274546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8VGIT8FjI/AAAAAAAAACc/3H2OyBKHUxY/s320/DSC00798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did not stay in bayfront Hotel.Nagpakodak lang hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was there for three days on the last week of January.I am really having a hard time describing what I felt when I saw the place again after ten years, but I am sure it was a very good feeling.Of course I was surprised with the changes.Angdami ng nabago sa Gapo.There's a lot of commercial establishments,gimmick places, bars and restaurants around the city&lt;em&gt;.Mas lalo ring gumanda&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ang&lt;/em&gt; SBMA Freeport Zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8V04T8FkI/AAAAAAAAACk/_2iKwlbLq2A/s1600-h/DSC00820.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025759707382158914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8V04T8FkI/AAAAAAAAACk/_2iKwlbLq2A/s320/DSC00820.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;City Hall&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8V1IT8FlI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vvx-pbzTMLU/s1600-h/DSC00821.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025759711677126226" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8V1IT8FlI/AAAAAAAAACs/Vvx-pbzTMLU/s320/DSC00821.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ulo ng Apo, where the name Olongapo was derived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8V1YT8FmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Zsd4IATv6Uk/s1600-h/DSC00771.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025759715972093538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8V1YT8FmI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Zsd4IATv6Uk/s320/DSC00771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jollibee, Ulo ng Apo and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Although &lt;em&gt;marami nang nabago, masarap pa rin balikan yung mga lugar na pinupuntahan mo nung bata ka pa.Kagaya ng Wimpy's restaurant. Namiss ko ang hamburger nila.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8WqoT8FnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LbwjqH0-_UY/s1600-h/DSC00769.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025760630800127602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8WqoT8FnI/AAAAAAAAAC8/LbwjqH0-_UY/s320/DSC00769.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8Wq4T8FoI/AAAAAAAAADE/VY71u_-xpnM/s1600-h/DSC00822.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025760635095094914" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8Wq4T8FoI/AAAAAAAAADE/VY71u_-xpnM/s320/DSC00822.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Classic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Napakaikli ng tatlong araw para pasyalan ang magagandang lugar sa gapo at sa loob ng SBMA.Pero hindi naman pamamasyal ang ipinunta ko rito.Totoong namiss ko ang lugar pero mas namiss ko 'yung mga tao na nakasama ko nung bata pa ako.Namiss ko ang mga pinsan ko at iba pang kamaganak.Namiss ko rin ang mga kaibigan ko nung elementarya at hayskul.Sila ang dahilan kaya muli akong bumalik dito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I have given my friends a very short notice that I will be in the city on weekend.Still I am glad that despite of their hectic schedule they were able to come and spent time with me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8XSIT8FpI/AAAAAAAAADM/7NcUHX4jwT8/s1600-h/DSC00816.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025761309404960402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8XSIT8FpI/AAAAAAAAADM/7NcUHX4jwT8/s320/DSC00816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my cousins Marvin and Marissa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I decided to stay at a relative's house somewhere in Sta. Rita.I was able to spent time with my cousins Marissa and marvin.After lunch, Marissa accompanied me to some places in Gapo.She also brought me to City Mall.While boarding the jeepney, we were talking about the changes that happened.we also reminisced our childhood days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On Saturday night, I was with my grade school friends Wela, Dang, Janet and Maan.We went to boardwalk in SBMA Freefort Zone and hang out in one of the bars there.Since none of us has a car and there's no available cab, we just walk going there.It was really a long and tiring walk but I didn't notice the time since we were all chatting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8YIoT8FqI/AAAAAAAAADU/fV6P0MgYEjM/s1600-h/DSC00781.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025762245707830946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8YIoT8FqI/AAAAAAAAADU/fV6P0MgYEjM/s320/DSC00781.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8YI4T8FrI/AAAAAAAAADc/o8bT7BRjaM0/s1600-h/DSC00786.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025762250002798258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8YI4T8FrI/AAAAAAAAADc/o8bT7BRjaM0/s320/DSC00786.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8YI4T8FsI/AAAAAAAAADk/9FM3cMS8Nrg/s1600-h/DSC00793.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025762250002798274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8YI4T8FsI/AAAAAAAAADk/9FM3cMS8Nrg/s320/DSC00793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reunited with my old friends Dang, Janet, Wela and Maan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were able to update with what's going on in each other's lives.We were all laughing our hearts out when we talked about our old grade school days.I impressed them when I told them stories and I can still recall the names of our teachers and some events that happened when we were young.They were actually surprised when I showed them our invitation on graduation day.We checked on the list of our classmates and talked about where they are right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since it's more than ten years since we last saw each other,our stories were endless.Each has a story to tell.In between our conversations, we take pictures of ourselves.Dang also brought a camera with her.We went home 2 in the morning.It was really a long day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I woke up 12 in the afternoon the next day and sent Ferdie a text message.I asked him to meet me at Mocha Blends by 5pm.While waiting for him, I went to an internet cafe and I was able to catch Aubrey on YM.Aubrey is a classmate from highschool and a vocalist of a band.She told me that she has a gig at MyxmuBar 830 that evening.I told her that I will go with my cousins and Ferdie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8Y_IT8FtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XNunTbq43gw/s1600-h/DSC00802.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025763182010701522" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8Y_IT8FtI/AAAAAAAAAEU/XNunTbq43gw/s320/DSC00802.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moi and my good friend Ferdz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I finally met Ferdie.He has not change at all.Physically,he is still the same cute guy from Highschool.We went to Mocha Blends inside SBMA and ordered Mocha Frost and Nachos.I promised that I will be the one to treat him but he insisted that he will be the one to pay.And because of that, I can say that,Ferdie is still the same generous and friendly guy I know.hehe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ferdie also keeps a blog so somehow I am already updated with his life.This time we just talked about our Highschool classmates.He was also suprised that I am more updated than him about the whereabouts of our classmates.Ferdie and I decided to go to boardwalk just to pass the time since Aubrey's gig will still be at 9pm.He told me that he will be meeting Rita and Dave,batchmates from Highschool, at City mall and they could probably join us to watch Aubrey.&lt;br /&gt;Again we walked miles from boardwalk to Citymall.It was tiring but I would not think twice doing it again if it will still be with Ferdie.He gave me a short tour around SBMA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8aBYT8FvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1JWbg7ujGl0/s1600-h/DSC00811.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025764320177034994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8aBYT8FvI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1JWbg7ujGl0/s320/DSC00811.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rits and Dave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At citymall, I met Rita and dave.Rita know me because I added her on my friendster but dave actually could not remember me.I told him that I could still remember him.He was the guy who brought a blanket in one of our field trips.He also opened the stinky Humpy Dumpy Chips that made everyone mad.He just laughed and was glad that I could still remember that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8aBYT8FuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d-cuCR1JbdQ/s1600-h/DSC00808.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025764320177034978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8aBYT8FuI/AAAAAAAAAEc/d-cuCR1JbdQ/s320/DSC00808.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8aBoT8FwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZpvMaf2uc1k/s1600-h/DSC00813.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025764324472002306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8aBoT8FwI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ZpvMaf2uc1k/s320/DSC00813.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8aBoT8FxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/z9-qfS7JGs8/s1600-h/DSC00815.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025764324472002322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BgXaA6Oh04A/Rb8aBoT8FxI/AAAAAAAAAE0/z9-qfS7JGs8/s320/DSC00815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The whole high school gang watching Aubrey's gig with her band at Myxmu Bar,Magsaysay Drive&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Together with my two cousins,Rita, Ferdie, Dave and I went to Myxmu Bar in Magsaysay Avenue.We were able to catch Aubrey and her band performed live.It was a thrill seeing her again.I was impressed with her singing voice.Wala pa ring kupas.I was also able to talk to her after the first set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since Rita, Ferdie and Dave will still have work in the morning we decided to go home in the middle of the second set. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I really had a good time seeing Aubrey and being with Dave , Rita and Ferdie that night.Aubrey was right, parang walang nabago.Parang mga bata pa kami.&lt;br /&gt;The next day before I went home, I visited a relative somewhere in New cabalan.Unfortunately, I was not able to see my cousins but only my aunt and uncle.They were also surprised to see me after all these years.I went home 2 in the afternoon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There are still a lot of places that I want to go and people that I want to see.Three days is really short and limited.I promised myself that I will be returning to Gapo.There's still no place like home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***More pics posted at my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://elbulakenyo.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-3589937982772714826?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/3589937982772714826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116878952675032440</id><published>2007-01-14T23:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:49:13.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminiscing 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The year 2006 I can say has been a very good year for me.Looking back, I could not help but be grateful for all the beautiful and painful things that has happened - the lessons I learned the hard way, the wonderful people I met, reunited with friends,relationships formed and the feelings I felt, were just amazing and were all worth to be remembered.On this entry, I wanted to tell how my year has been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During the first quarter of the year, I felt discouraged, burned out and unmotivated with the work that I was doing.Technically,I was already promoted to a higher position .But I was not happy.Our team was tasked to answer difficult and stressful calls.We were being placed in another split where calls were surging.Overtime became required.Sure were no longer called regular agents, but what's the difference anyway?We received the same salary as regular reps.Our position is not being recognized by the management.There were no perks of being "promoted" at all.Not that we were simply whining because we dont get what we want.Don't get me wrong. Most of my teammates were already tenured and senior agents and have waited so long to be promoted.We all wished we were never promoted at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There were issues about our salary and our position which was not being recognized that time.There was I time, if I remembered it correctly that half of the team submitted their resignation letters just for the management to see how dissatisfied they were with how the things were going.Would you also believe that there was also a time that we all planned to log out and stop taking calls because we no longer can take the ugly treatment of the management.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cliche as it may sound, changes are really inevitable.Major changes happened when the team was assigned to Senior TC Daniel Mercado.I am totally loss for words to describe how TC Daniel brought a lot of changes to our team.He showed us an awesome management and leadership skills.He made sure that the upper management was made aware about the team's issues.He coordinated with the team and the management and find ways to resolve these issues.He executed things as planned.These things benefited us big time.From the work responsibilities ,to our positions, to our salary.He was really a big blessing to us.Above all things, I was really grateful that there was a person who finally listened to our grievances.At the back of my mind I can still hear him say,"Make the customer happy!","Sell your sincerity!""If the customer ask, then say,Daniel said so."I so miss those days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that my dear team captain has resigned already, I felt that the company lost a great leader.I am not looking at him just as a leader but as a friend or brother because he has been like that to all of us.I know there are greater things in store for great person like TC Daniel.I can only wish him good luck for all the great things that is yet to happen.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Because of what TC has done, I stayed with the company.No more passing of resignation letter either from me or my teammates.We were all happy with what happened.I still continued taking stressful calls and still look forward of going to work every night.I recognized the value of my teammates and some friends from the office.I know that things can get tough sometimes but what makes every thing easy is that I was being surrounded by people with good soul and aura that made me feel motivated.I am glad I have friends who never get tired of listening to my rants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was also the time that I vowed never to enter another serious relationship.I became cynical and I felt like I became numb which it comes to romantic relationship.Probably because I was not able to meet a person who was able to knock me off my feet.There were few encounter but they just ended up either a one night stand or simply an acquiantance.The old hopeless romantic and idealistic in me also started to vanish.So in my love department for the year 2006, there's really nothing to be told.Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The second quarter of the year was the time when I went out a lot - beaches, night out and parties.I went to Puerto Galera for the first time with Meg and some friends.I really enjoyed it and I am planning to go back this summer.I also had a reunion with some college friends.I had the chance to catch up with what happened to them after we graduated two years ago.I also revealed something to them which I know they were longing to ask me but don't have the courage to do so.I am just so glad that their response to that was very positive.I am going to reveal that in my blog but not now because that deserves another entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I also remember that this was the time that I applied for a higher position but unfortunately,booted out.I felt discouraged on that time but looking on the brighter end, I felt that my worth as a person cannot be measured just because I failed to get into a career that I wanted.I know I did my best but like the song said, it was not good enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Another not so good thing that happened was when my bestfriend sarah got pregnant and got into a big fight with another friend.After she broke up with a boyfriend of seven years, she dated this new guy in office and we , her friends,were the last one to know that she was already pregnant.We were living in just apartment but she did not confided to us what her problem was.She tried to solve it on her own.She probably thought that getting another boyfriend was the solution to her problem but it was not.She also became careless of her actions so she got pregnant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I did try to understand where she was coming from since that's what she needed during that time is a friend and someone who could understand her.I tried to give her pieces of advice and told her that what is important now is the future of her child.She decided to moved out from the apartment and lived with her boyfriend.She left us,her friends hanging and never informed us about her plans.I know she did not do anything wrong but she became cold after that.We no longer talk in the office.Whenever she sees me, its as if I am not existing.It was really hard.I know I am not a perfect friend but I did my best to patch things up with sarah.I sent her an SMS saying that I was happy with her decision and she still have me as her friend.I am just so glad that the boyfriend was man enough to face his responsibilities for the child.Sarah and I are talking now and in good terms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The third quarter of the year was checkered with both pain and happy moments.My adopted niece, Sophia, celebrated her first birthday.I am just happy that being his Tito and Ninong, I am able to see how she grows and became a part of preparing her good future.I am really getting old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In August, our company went on an outing to Subic, to celebrate the good results of our customer satisfaction drive.I also became one of the Top Agents for the month.I was recognized and an incentive has been added to my payslip.In the middle of these happy moments,a bad news came.My Team Captain tendered his resignation for reasons that until now I don't understand.It was a big loss for all of us.For one thing he has been a father and a friend,and for another I know that there's a lot of opportunites for him knowing that he is doing a great job for the company.The unexpectedness of that event made me realize that good things never really last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;During the last quarter of the year, I was able to finally see my Idol Regine Velasquez performed live in the big dome.She actually grew up in the town I am living right now.I was also glad that for the first time, I was able to treat my sister for a concert out of the money I worked for.I was able to fulfill my dreams somehow-to see the Asia's songbird and to make my sister happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This was also the time that I became so concious of myself.I am talking about my physical appearance.I tried to gain weight and achieved it.I went to a dentist and began wearing orthodontic braces.I went on a regular diamond peeling session.I also bought a digital camera and took pictures of myself.That's how far vanity took me. On an added note,when our company held a party at Timog on the first week of November, I also took that as a chance to show my officemates how fashionable I can get.With the help of my friend Carlo,I was able to prove to them that I also have fashion sense and I am so glad they recognized it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was also able to see my friends from my first job (Vertex).It's really a great feeling seeing them after three years.No one can really replace our old friends, they are the best ones.&lt;br /&gt;This was also the time that I finally met my great friend Joms.We have been online friends since 2002 and I am just so happy that I finally see him.I really enjoyed that long walk I spent with him around Makati business center .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our team also won second place for the best decoration during our Christmas Theme Day.And guess who conceptualized and designed our team station?It was me.I am so glad we won (there's a cash prize for it) and my artistic talent was appreciated by my teammates.Wohoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Before I turned a year older and the year 2006 ends, there were a lot of things that actually lingered in my mind.I started to come out with a lot of plans for my career, for my future.I actually asked for a leave of absence and reasoned out that I will be going to school.Yes, I did enrol for a short term course in some IT school, but I also want some time to rest and think what should be done with my life.I want to find myself and see where my dreams will take me.Honestly have a lot of dreams to fulfill, not just for myself but for my mom and for my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know I no longer make sense as usual but I just wanted to share to you how my year has been.So there,I will say it again, the year 2006 has been really wonderful.I know that this year will be as colorful as the previous year was.I am looking forward for a great 2007.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116878952675032440?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116878952675032440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116878952675032440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116878952675032440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116878952675032440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/01/reminiscing-2006.html' title='Reminiscing 2006'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116878849440613569</id><published>2007-01-14T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T23:28:14.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're beautiful like the rainbow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Can I just post this song?Ngayon lang nagsink in sakin 'yung meaning.Ang ganda niya pala. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;True Colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;By Phil Collins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You with the sad eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't be discouraged &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Oh I realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's hard to take courage &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In a world full of people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You can lose sight of it all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;And the darkness, inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Can make you feel so small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I see your true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shining through I see your true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And that's why I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;True colors are beautiful,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Like a rainbow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Show me a smile then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; Don't be unhappy, can't remember &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When I last saw you laughing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If this world makes you crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And you've taken all you can bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You call me up Because you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see your true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shining through I see your true colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; And that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; So don't be afraid to let them show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;True colors are beautiful, Like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;[intro part]&lt;br /&gt;So sad eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Discouraged now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Realize&lt;br /&gt;When this world makes you crazy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And you've taken all you can bear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You call me up B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;ecause you know I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;And I'll see your true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shining through I see your true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And that's why I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; So don't be afraid to let them show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;True colors, true colors&lt;br /&gt;Cos there's a shining through I see your true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And that's why I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So don't be afraid to let them show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Your true colors, true colors &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;True colors are beautiful, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Beautiful, like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116878849440613569?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116878849440613569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116878849440613569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116878849440613569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116878849440613569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/01/youre-beautiful-like-rainbow.html' title='You&apos;re beautiful like the rainbow'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116862124262010956</id><published>2007-01-13T00:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T01:11:23.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006: The year in pictures</title><content type='html'>I dunno why I lost the urge to write lately.I got a lot of things I am longing to tell but for some reasons I dunno how to start telling 'em.I am currently on a leave of absence so that means I will have plenty of time to blog.I promise that I will write soon.In the meantime, enjoy the piece of crap I made - a collage out of the few pictures I have here in my PC taken 2006.Oh By the way, Happy New Year to You all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/2006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/949446/2006.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116862124262010956?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116862124262010956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116862124262010956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116862124262010956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116862124262010956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2007/01/2006-year-in-pictures.html' title='2006: The year in pictures'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116457317213584206</id><published>2006-11-27T04:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T04:35:58.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I chanced upon an entry on Myles blog where she was crying her heart out about the direction of her career.I share her sentiments since she is also working in a call center just like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point in time, I also dunno where am I supposed to go.You can give me a map or a compass but still they will be worthless because I do not know how i will use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish people can see the bold sign on my face that says : HELP I AM LOST.I am so much confused and uncertain on which way to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting old but i still can not figure out how can I overcome my poor sense of direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish my life is a reality show just like amazing race where route information clues will instruct me where to go next.If I get a detour, I just have to choose just two tasks, each with each pros and cons.I think it is easier to decide if there were few options given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also get a fast forward clue and i will not have to perform the other tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There can be road blocks but still clues will be given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But life is not a reality show.Or maybe it could be.I was given hints and shortcuts but I ignored them.I  felt that I am already eliminated right before I begin the race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got so many plans but I dunno how to put them in action.I wish I am a very organized person and knows how to plan my life ahead of time.It is just frustrating to think that the life I have now is not the life that I wanted three years ago.But maybe, just maybe, I was so idealistic then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am tired doing the same old routine and going on in circles.I want to try doing something different but I am afraid that I will fail.And if I fail, I do not think I will still have the courage to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said to myself a lot of times that as long as I am happy with what I am doing I need not to worry about everything including my future.I wanted to live my life doing the things that I really love doing.But am I still happy?I am also not certain about this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time passes, there something or someone trying to convince me that it will be impossible for me to realize my dreams or my destiny.I am slowly lossing faith that all the universe conspires in helping me to achieve what my heart desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough.I better stop ranting before the list goes on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering.&lt;br /&gt;-Coelho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116457317213584206?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116457317213584206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116457317213584206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116457317213584206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116457317213584206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116461579561113734</id><published>2006-11-19T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:29:30.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vertex Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Our good old vertex days&lt;br /&gt;Taken two years ago :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/895160/30191142442562l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/273370/30191142442562l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And finally, a mini-reunion. Thank God it happened, we have been planning this for ages. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Starbucks Podium&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;November 18, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/358337/Vertex%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/708234/Vertex%2520016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Clint, Lyla,Candy, Francis,Richelle, Ria and Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/422602/Vertex%20014.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/762896/Vertex%2520014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moi and Troy, the organizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/683402/Vertex%20011.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/26432/Vertex%2520011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Francis, Richelle , Ria, Troy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/473387/Vertex%20010.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/199541/Vertex%2520010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Francis, Richelle , Ria, Moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am glad seeing u guys once again,reminiscing our old Vertex days, and catching updates and chorvas of your lives.I am really happy that despite all the changes that happened, nandiyan lang kayo.I honestly treasure the bond and friendship that we have.I hope we can keep it for life.Enough of these drama.I hope we will have another one this December.See yah again.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116461579561113734?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116461579561113734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116461579561113734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116461579561113734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116461579561113734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/11/vertex-reunion.html' title='Vertex Reunion'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116340850413405830</id><published>2006-11-13T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T16:05:37.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CGE Prom Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/890758/CGEProm%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Sunday Night,12th Nov, our account had a party as a treat by the client for being the top call center when in comes to satisfying the customers.It was held at Guilly's Island Tomas Morato QC.The event's theme was Prom Night.It reminded me of my high school days when we had our Junior senior prom.That was 8 yrs ago hehe.Brings back a lot of mushy memories.There were a lot of food, drinks and dancing.Surely we had a lot fun.This is what we needed since work is becoming boring and stressful.Anyway, let these pictures do the talking on how fun that party was! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://elbulakenyo.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/64415/CGEProm%20073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/631685/CGEProm%2520073.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilly's Island Tomas morato QC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/912714/CGEProm%20046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/742701/CGEProm%2520046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fab band&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/728584/CGEProm%20017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/940587/CGEProm%2520017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EA boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/677911/CGEProm%20016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/377671/CGEProm%2520016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ea Girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/16336/CGEProm%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/555134/CGEProm%2520015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Ea Crew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/841530/CGEProm%20052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/898302/CGEProm%2520052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EA Dance Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/752072/CGEProm%20019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/781105/CGEProm%2520019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi and She&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/1600/377853/CGEProm%20062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/736/530/200/238432/CGEProm%2520062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meg, Jeng and Moi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also posted pics on my &lt;a href="http://elbulakenyo.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply site.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://elbulakenyo.multiply.com/photos/photo/24/55"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116340850413405830?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116340850413405830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116340850413405830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116340850413405830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116340850413405830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/11/cge-prom-party.html' title='CGE Prom Party'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116192022956812704</id><published>2006-10-27T10:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T12:09:14.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Maybe I was expecting too much because this is the first time I saw her performed live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Regine Velasquez' 20th anniversary concert is not as fabulous as her R2K concert.But it is not bad either.May mga songs na kinilabutan talaga ako like &lt;em&gt;The music of Goodbye&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;Love Me Again&lt;/em&gt;. She received a lot of standing ovations from the audience lalo na kung bumibirit siya.She even said na paos siya because that was the 2nd day.Some friends told me that they heard a lot of bad reviews.Mga detractors niya lang yun , I said.Let's just say the show was good enough.She was still able to show her vocal prowess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And my sister enjoyed it.So ok na rin.Puno pa rin ang Araneta.Regine Velasquez is still Regine Velasquez. I am sorry ngaun ko lang mapopost ang pictures.Sira kasi PC ko sa bahay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Enjoy some of the snapshots. More on my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://elbulakenyo.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;multiply site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00190.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00190.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Moi and my sister &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00196.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00196.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Naaalala ko pa ang aking istorya mula nang ako'y magsimula. Unang awit na aking namemorya ay turo ni Mang Gerry. Habang nag-gigitara naman si Mommy V. Nais n'yo bang marinig?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00206.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00206.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ibalik ang kahapon, sandaling di mapapantayan Huwag sana nating itapon, pagmamahal na tapat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00202.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm yours exclusively Right now we live and breathe Each other&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00199.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00199.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;With the light that you give in, it's true I am shining on,all because of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00210.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00210.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You kissed me with your eyes And in your arms I fly again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00209.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00209.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now we're here together yesterday has passed Life is just beginning, close to you at last &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00215.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00215.4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please love me again Love me again, I'll do anything for you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00216.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00216.5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ang pangarap ko'y nagmula sayo Sa iyong mundo ang puso ko'y nakalimot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00228.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00228.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Learning to love yourself, is the greatest love of all&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00230.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00230.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never knew what love was til I met you&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116192022956812704?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116192022956812704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116192022956812704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116192022956812704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116192022956812704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/10/twenty-pics.html' title='Twenty Pics'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116137841022545481</id><published>2006-10-21T05:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T05:50:53.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Center Causes Damage to Mental Health???</title><content type='html'>I dunno who was the source of this news because I just got this from my email.This is a good read though.&lt;br /&gt;read my insights at the end of the article.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLDT myDSL Call Center Agent Curses at Caller &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an ordinary day for Catherine Rossana (as she repeatedly said on the other end, as her real name) in her work as a customer service representative for PLDT myDSL. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came Raul Bacaldo, who came a calling one day complaining that his DSL connection is still down after 2 days and he needs it badly for an iFreedom VOIP call to the US to finalize his itenerary for his trip to the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roughly, their confrontation went this line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine: Thank you for calling DSL Helpdesk, this is Cathy, good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul: Good Morning. Yes, i called because we still do not have dsl since yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine: Just a moment sir, i will check on your details.(then the usual asking of subscriber account details)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after checking, Catherine says that there is a software adjustment in the area and will not be able to promise a definite time when it will be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul: So, i will still be paying for the days that our net is down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine: Yes, but i can help you to set up on a rebate for the days that you dont have net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul, asked for a supervisor...Catherine refused saying the supervisor will report to work later in the day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul: F$@k your company and the hassle it brings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine thinking that she had pressed the Mute button on her Avaya was clearly heard saying: F$@k You, why are you acting that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raul: Why are you cussing at me? F$@k you too..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catherine still did not realize that she pressed the wrong button and not the Mute button, denied repeatedly ever cursing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she went hysterical and cried saying that she is just an employee and that Raul didnt have the right to curse her..&lt;br /&gt;Raul said that he did not curse her but at the hassle that the situation is giving and it is uncalled for to curse him which Catherine still denied but is very clear on the tape that she cussed. Raul then repeatedly cursed at Catherine and asked for a supervisor which she replied by hanging up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats a rough translation so dont blame me if you sided with anyone. This was in the news on Bandila( ABS-CBN) today, headlining it as  Call Center Causes Damage to Mental Health..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For somebody who is also working in a call center (who get calls such as that everyday,since I work for an electric utility provider ), this is my point of view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First i dont think that call center work will cause damage to mental health.Maybe the working environment of the call center has an effect to the attitude of agents but not on his/her mental health.If the agent is properly trained and professional (and have good manners), no matter how difficult a call is,the customer\'s issue will be resolved without going thru cussing and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a customer service agent, you should be ready for this kind of things that could happen, or worst.If a customer is irate, dont take it personally.They were mad at situation or companys policy, so dont think that they are against you or upset talking to you.I know this is really stressful, but thats our job.We need A LOT of patience and understanding.Also we need to be professional at all times.Releasing a call is a No-no, marami nang naterminate sa office namin dahil diyan.If the call is really difficult, theres the mute and hold button, you just have to familiarize yourself on how to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand,that customer raul is at fault for being improper and expletive.I am also a customer myself but I know how to control my temper.Maybe because I work in the same business so I learn  how to put myself in the agent\'s shoes but lemme tell you that CSRs are being paid to assist customers, answer calls etc. WE are never paid to be shouted,cussed at.And beside enduring verbal abuse , profanity would not help solving the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parehong talo yung agent at customer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116137841022545481?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116137841022545481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116137841022545481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116137841022545481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116137841022545481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/10/call-center-causes-damage-to-mental.html' title='Call Center Causes Damage to Mental Health???'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116122222911033366</id><published>2006-10-19T09:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T09:43:49.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para Kay Cecilia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hindi ko alam kong makakarating sa iyo ang liham na ito.Wala kasing makapagturo kung nasaan ka.Pero alam ko sa tamang lugar at panahon, kung meron pa mang matatawag na tamang panahon para sa atin, ay malalaman mo ang puso at damdamin ko.Ipagpaumanhin mo na lahat ng kababawan at sentimiyento na mababasa mo dito.Marahil naipon lang lahat ng gusto kong sabihin sa iyo sa tagal ng hindi natin paguusap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Alam mo bang pinaiyak mo ko sa balitang narinig ko tungkol sa iyo.Ginagantihan mo yata ako sa madalas kong pagpapaiyak sa iyo noong mga bata pa tayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi ka kasi naming binubuska ng kapatid mong si Japoy kapag naglalaro tayo ng bahay-bahayan nung mga paslit pa tayo.Paano lagi mong idinadahilan ang pagiging nanay-nanayan mo para utusan kami.Kaya para makaganti,hindi nanay ang tinatawag namin sa iyo kundi Inday.Lagi mo rin sinasabi noon na kamukha mo 'yung artistang si &lt;em&gt;Aiko Melendez&lt;/em&gt;.Bata ka pa ang laki na ng bilib mo sa sarili.Kaya naman ang sinasabi namin lagi ay ang kamukha mo ay si &lt;em&gt;Zoraida sanchez&lt;/em&gt;.Lagi rin namin ginagaya 'yung dialogue ni Roderick paulate sa &lt;em&gt;Petrang Kabayo&lt;/em&gt; para asarin ka.Kapag napipikon ka sa amin ay umiiyak ka na lang.Marahil nakaugalian ko nang asarin ka dahil gustong gusto kong nakikita lumuluha ka.napakaganda kasi ng mukha mo kapag umiiyak ka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang,naiinis ako noon sa iyo dahil lagi mo akong inuutusan na gumawa ng eroplano at bangkang papel.Sabi mo magaling akong gumawa nito at balang araw ibibili mo ako ng totoong bangka at eroplano.Kapag pinaghuhugas ka ng plato o pinamamalantsa ng damit ng Tiya meding, lagi mo rin akong hinahatak na alalay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit ganun ka, ikaw ang &lt;em&gt;bestfriend&lt;/em&gt; ko.Ikaw pa rin ang pinakakasundo ko sa mga pinsan ko.Ikaw lang kasi ang matiyagang magturo sakin mag-Ingles at bumasa ng abakada.Ikaw rin ang kasama kong manood ng TV para manood ng &lt;em&gt;Okay Ka Fairy ko&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;em&gt;Regal Shocker&lt;/em&gt;.Ikaw rin ang nagsasabi kay Tiyo chris na bilhan ako ng sapatos at damit kasi luma na yung gamit ko.Kapag dumarating ka mula eskwela ay may dala kang kendi o lapis para sa akin.Ikaw rin ang nagtatanggol sakin kapag tinutukso akong lampa ng iba nating mga pinsan. Lagi na lang tayong magkasama at napagkakamalang magkapatid.Oo nga pala muntik ko nang makalimutan,ako rin ang escort mo nung  lumaban ka sa &lt;em&gt;Little Miss Philippines&lt;/em&gt; sa &lt;em&gt;Eat Bulaga!&lt;/em&gt;.Iyon nga lang natalo ka.Ang panget kasi ng sagot mo nung tanungin nila kung ano pipiliin mo , maging matalino ba o maganda?Sabi mo mas gusto mo ang maganda.At heto pa, natatandaan mo rin ba nung naglaro tayo ng taguan don sa bahay nila Nana Lumeng?Iyong malaking bahay dun sa tabi ng luma naming bahay sa Balagtas?Noong wala tayong mapagtaguan doon tayo pumasok sa loob ng lumang aparador na muntik pa tayong makulong.Iyak ka rin ng iyak nun.Pero sabi ko wag kang magalala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Di ba hinalikan pa nga kita?Hindi sa pisngi kundi sa labi.Ikaw pala ang &lt;em&gt;first kiss&lt;/em&gt; ko.Pero dumating sila Junjun, nakita pala nila ang paghalik ko sa iyo.Simula nun naging tampulan na tayo ng tukso.Nang mabalitaan ng nanay, ang sabi,masama daw 'yung ginawa natin kasi magpinsan tayo.Eh anong malay natin, mga bata pa tayo nun?At wala namang malisya 'yung paghalik ko sayo.Kaya tuloy sapul noon ay nagkailangan na tayo.Pero ngayong nilamon na ng malisya ang utak ko,naiisip ko pa rin ang inosenteng halik na iyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan mo nung pumunta tayo sa Luneta 'nung minsan magbakasyon ako sa inyo?Akala ko nga nun mamamasyal lang tayo sa Luneta pero sabi mo may pupuntahan si Tito at tita sa &lt;em&gt;embassy&lt;/em&gt;.Umiiyak ka kasi sabi mo hindi na tayo muli pang magkikita.Hindi ako umiyak nun.malay ba naman ng bata kong isip kung saang lupalop itong &lt;em&gt;Australia&lt;/em&gt; na sinasabi mo.Pero sabi mo mahal na mahal mo ako at bagamat aalis ka babalik ka rin at magkikita tayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Noong nandoon ka na,hindi ko naman naramdaman na napakalayo mo.Masipag ka magsulat.Minsan pa nga'y tumatawag ka sa telepono para mangumusta lang.Sinusumbong mo sa akin ang mga kakalase mong puti na nangaapi sa iyo.Ibinibida mo na ikaw ang pinakamarunong sa klase.Pero ewan ko at biglang nagbago ang ihip ng hangin at naging madalang pa sa patak ng ulan ang pagsulat mo.Lagi kong iniisip na siguro abala ka sa maraming bagay.mahirap naman kasing manirahan sa ibang bansa eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo bang nung papabalik ka pagkatapos ng limang taon para magbakasyon dito ay hindi magkamayaw ang &lt;em&gt;excitement&lt;/em&gt; na nadarama ko?Nagpagupit ako ng buhok,bumili ng bagong damit at pantalon.Mistula akong aakyat ng ligaw sa paghahandang ginawa ko.Lumiban pa nga ako sa klase dahil doon.Pero nung magkita tayo ay tila napipi tayong pareho.Para tayong hindi magkakilala.Niha niho ay walang narinig mula sa isa't isa.Parang hindi mo na matandaan ang pinsan mong si Atoy.Hindi ko rin lubos na maisip na ikaw ang pinsan kong si &lt;em&gt;Che che&lt;/em&gt;.Mas lalo kang gumanda.Natakot akong lumapit at makipagusap sa iyo.Tila kasi naging liberal na ang pagkilos at pananalita mo.Ikaw nga ba ang nagbago o marahil ako na ang naglayo ng sarili ko sa iyo?Mas pinili mo ding makihalubilo noon sa pinsan nating babae na kasing idad mo.Naisip kong habang tumatanda ang tao,nagbabago rin siguro ang kagustuhan nito.At isa pa ,mga dalaga at binata na tayo, hindi na siguro tama na makita na lagi tayong magkasama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing ikalawang taon ay nagbabakasyon ka mula sa &lt;em&gt;Australia&lt;/em&gt;.Sumasama pa rin ako sa reunion upang makita ka pero duwag pa ring lumapit sa iyo.Ni hindi ko maipakilala ang sarili ko na pinsan mo.Alam kong alam mo na magpinsan tayo dahil nagpapadala ako ng mga larawan sayo.At alam kong hindi ganun kahina ang memorya mo para malimot mo ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamakailan ay hindi ka na bumalik.Wala na rin akong natanggap na sulat o tawag mula sa iyo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang tumawag ang tiya kanina.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako makapaniwala sa balitang narinig ko.Dalawang buwan ka na daw buntis at ayaw panagutan ng lalaki 'yung ipinagdadala mo.&lt;br /&gt;Nagngingitngit ako sa galit.Naluha at sinuntok ko ang pader at nagmura.Nagalit ako sa iyo at sa ama ng bata.Alam ko na hindi pagmamahal kung hindi libog lang ang namagitan sa inyong dalawa.Paanong nagawa kang lokohin ng hayop na iyon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buong pagaakala ko ay matalino ka.Sinabi mo sa akin na ano't anuman ang mangyari, magtatapos ka muna ng pag-aaral bago mag asawa.Hindi ka marunong tumupad sa mga pangako mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba nung pinagagawa mo ko ng eroplano at bangkang papel, sinabi mo na sabay nating aabutin ang mga pangarap natin ?na sabay tayong sasakay sa mga totoong barko at eroplano?Alam mo bang isa ka sa mga inspirasyon ko kaya pinilit kong magkadiploma kahit naghihikahos kami sa buhay?sa susunod na taon ay magtatapos na ko. Gusto ko sanang pagipunan ang pagpunta diyan.Pero nawalan na yata ako ng gana at pagasa dahil sa pangyayaring ito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang huli kong balita ay umalis ka na sa bahay nila Tiya.Ang sabi nila'y nalulong ka daw sa droga at kung kani kaninong lalaki sumasama.Tinangka ka nilang dalhin sa &lt;em&gt;rehab&lt;/em&gt; pero mas lalo kang nagrebelde.Alam kong hindi mo magagawa iyon.Hindi ako naniniwala sa sinasabi nila.Hindi ka nila kilala kagaya ng pagkakakilala ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cecilia,gusto kong puntahan ka at sabihin sa'yo na napakahalaga mo sa buhay ko.Na mahal na mahal kita.Na kaya kong panagutan ang batang pinagdadala mo.Pero ang idinidikta ng utak ko ay pawang kahibangan ang lahat ng ito.Mali ang nararamdaman ko.Mali ang ibigin ka dahil magkadugo tayo.Pero mahirap turuan ang puso.Mahal kita simula noong mga bata pa tayo.Mahal kita sa hindi maipaliwanag na dahilan, Basta't ang tanging alam ko,binago mo ang mundo ko.Binigyan mo ko ng inspirasyon.Naduwag man ako noon, ngayon gusto kong malaman mo ang matagal ko nang kinikimkim na damdaming ito.Alam mo bang naiinis ako sa sarili ko dahil wala akong magawa para sa ating dalawa.Lahat ng pinakamaliit na detalye ng alaala ng pagkabata natin ay iniingatan ko.Dahil iyon na lang ang meron ako sa iyo.Umaaasa ako na darating ang panahon na aalalahanin at maibabahagi sa'yo ang lahat ng iyon kung sakaling nalimot mo na.Kung dumating man ang araw na iyon, ako na ang magiging pinakamaligayang lalaki sa mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nga isa lang itong &lt;em&gt;twist&lt;/em&gt; sa pelikula ng ating masalimuot na buhay.Kagaya ng mga napanood ko nang kuwento,sa huli marahil tayo pa rin ang para sa isa't isa.Sana  ako na lang gagawa ng sarili nating kuwento, marahil ay palalabasin ko na isa sa atin ay ampon ng ating nakagisnang pamilya.Malalaman natin sa huli,na tayo pala ay hindi magkadugo.Nang sa ganun ay maipaglaban kita.Nang sa ganun ay wala nang bawal na pag-ibig.Pero naisip ko rin na may mga pelikula na trahedya ang nagiging hangganan.Harinawa'y ang sa atin ay may naghihintay na magandang wakas.&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Ito po ay kathang isip lamang.Isang pagtatangkang magsulat ng kuwento tungkol sa bawal na pagibig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116122222911033366?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116122222911033366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116122222911033366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116122222911033366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116122222911033366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/10/para-kay-cecilia.html' title='Para Kay Cecilia'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116053724845361168</id><published>2006-10-11T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:29:20.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/enter_twenty.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/enter_twenty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/enter_twenty.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I will be watching Regine Velasquez 20th Anniversary Concert at araneta Coliseum on October 14th.This is my first time to watch her live in the Big Dome.I am not really a Regine fan ( my sister is) but I admire her talent plus she is a Bulakenya.Kababayan ko ito so susuportahan ko.I might also watch her movie with Robin ('Til I met You).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko nga hindi ako Regine fan eh.hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116053724845361168?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116053724845361168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116053724845361168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116053724845361168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116053724845361168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/10/twenty.html' title='Twenty'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-116008019175003446</id><published>2006-10-06T04:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:21:46.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alambre</title><content type='html'>I am officially a member of the metal mouth society - yung mga batang may bakal sa ngipin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am already wearing braces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hindi nakakatuwa ang may alambre sa ngipin.One week pa lang pagkakabit nito gusto ko na siyang ipatanggal.Sobrang hindi ako komportable.Mahirap kumain.Mahirap linisin kapag may tinga.Masakit sa bulsa ang pagmamaintain -cleaning and adjustments every month etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong business decision.Pero wala na kong magagawa nandito na siya.Syang naman yung ibinayad ko kung ipatatanggal ko ito.At kailangan ko pang magtiis for a year or two bago ito matanggal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masyado na nga ba akong nagiging vain?Pero kailangan ko talaga.Hindi ako nagpalagay nito para ipamporma kagaya ng iba,kailangan ko talaga maiadjust ang ngipin ko.Big deal siguro sa iba pero this an investment na rin sa sarili.sabi nga ng teammate kong si jayson "My smile would launch a thousand bucks worth of metals".yeah right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito lang naman sa'tin sa Pinas big deal ang magpalagay nito.Some people would associate having braces with being wealthy but the truth is sa ibang bansa,this is a sign of abnormality.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Hay, nakakapagod na mag callcenter.Three years na kong ganito.kailan ba ko makakaalis dito?Kung hindi lang talaga magpapasko.magreresign na ko.Gusto ko na makatulog sa gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...They pay me for my american accent&lt;br /&gt;i got money to pay my rent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is only temporary&lt;br /&gt;i am not really in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;i will party all morning, work all night&lt;br /&gt;i will date my honey in the broad day light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will be at the the call center till something better gets along my way&lt;br /&gt;its been a long long day hey hey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-From Pinoy Dream Academy&lt;br /&gt;Composed by raymund marasigan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-116008019175003446?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/116008019175003446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=116008019175003446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116008019175003446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/116008019175003446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/10/alambre.html' title='alambre'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115819840499536358</id><published>2006-09-14T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T09:49:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>karnabal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00128.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00128.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00130.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00130.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00134.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00134.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00121.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00121.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00119.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00119.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00131.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00131.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00124.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00124.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00120.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00126.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00126.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/bump%20cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/bump%20cars.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00122.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/200/DSC00122.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;em&gt;Isang peryahan sa Malolos, Bulacan.Kuha ng Setyembre 13, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115819840499536358?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115819840499536358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115819840499536358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115819840499536358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115819840499536358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/09/karnabal.html' title='karnabal'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115787696805443119</id><published>2006-09-10T16:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T16:32:36.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was INSECURE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My life used to be full of insecurities.In grade school, I often get upset with the financial condition of my family.I was studying in a public school.My father was working as a government employee and my mother was a meat vendor.What they were earning were just enough to bring food to the family.We even don't have a television set that time, so in order to watch my favorite cartoon program, I used to go to our neighbor's house.My parents also dont have the luxury to buy me expensive toys that I wanted.I was so envious of my friends who had family computer, bicycle and "game and watch".I was so young and I felt like I can't do anything to improve our situation.My father told me that being educated and smart would make us rich.That's what I kept in mind which motivated me to study hard.I graduated grade school with honors.Unfortunately my father did not see my medals.He died when I was eight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Life was not easy in highschool.I was not able to see the world clearly, literally speaking.Thanks for having a very poor eye sight.I survived my freshman and sophomore high school days with a need to sit on the floor in front of the front row of the class to get a better view of the writings on the board. I had to copy my lecture from another classmate’s notebook, because even if I sat in front, if the teacher's handwriting was so small, I would really have a hard time deciphering it.It was also difficult for me to grasp the computer lessons and if there were film viewing moments, I have to ask a classmate for help to retell the story.And also because of this poor eyesight, I am often judged as "suplado"or unapproachable.The truth is, it was really difficult for me to recognize someone even if that person is in close proximity because all I can see is blurry profile of the person's face.I struggled a lot like a blind person but my physical defect did not hinder me from achieving my goal.I graduated high school on top of my class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In college,I developed inferiority complex.I have always been insecured with my classmates who came from private schools, who can afford to hangout and party in gimik places like Malate and Libis,and who gets high grades because they spent a lot in class presentations and projects.I don't have that much friends because I was afraid of rejection.I was realy shy and don't talk that much.In first year,I also felt like although PLM is a good school,I should have went to UP and take the course that I really wanted.I was not proud of my school.I did not tell my high school classmate where I was studying.They thought I went to Up or some prestigious school in Manila.I was also not confident of my physical appearance.I was underweight,I had a lot of pimples.I felt like the clothes I wear were so outdated.I was attacked with insecurities that made me depressed,maybe because I was on my adolescent stage,blame it on the raging hormones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;After I graduated, that's when i realized that I just did not graduated in a so so school.Most of the time my school is being recognized as "scholars paradise".I know its not about the school but the ability of the person that will help him land a job.But I know that owe a lot to my school that I have the skills needed to get the job that I wanted.Honestly I never thought that I will be woking in a call center. I used to think that I will be working as a office staff or programmer in some company in Ortigas or makati.I was thankful for this job, I overome my inferiority complex.I learned to express myself well.I learned to adapt with diverse people on all walks of life.I am still shy sometimes and I still don't talk that much if i don't know the person.But a lot of thinks improved for my own good.In terms of my physical appearance,I am also more confident of myself now.I am no longer wearing glasses but contact lens.I can now afford to go to an expensive to have my haircut and facial.I can now buy the clothes that i want.I can now go to places that I have never been.I could already buy the things that I was deprived when I was a child-I actually bought my own television on my first salary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Being able to experience these things give me a sense of pride.I was grateful that God first let me suffered in the beginning because he has a purpose of doing that.If He did give me everything, then there's nothing to look forward to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I was born from a rich family, may be I would not know the value of hardwork and perseverance.If I have perfect eyesight,maybe I will not have excel with my studies.If I am "very goodlooking" and very smart maybe I would not know how to humble myself and deal with diferent kinds of people since I may think that I am superior just like God.If I did not experience the hardship and the pain of this life, would I realize that I am lucky person because my imperfection as a whole is sole reason why I can be a pefect human created by the supreme being?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I must admit I am still being attacked by insecurities every now and then.But just like what a friend told me there is nothing to prove now and no one to impress.I have no reason to pout on my imperfection now that i realized much has been given to me.Now I can go on with my life with confidence and wihout any disturbance resting on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115787696805443119?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115787696805443119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115787696805443119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115787696805443119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115787696805443119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-was-insecure.html' title='I was INSECURE...'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115782887043493571</id><published>2006-09-10T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T03:07:50.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Ambergris, bow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sa totoo lang, ngayon ko lang lubos na naappreciate na maganda pala ang aking kompanyang pinapasukan.Ang tinutukoy ko ko ay hindi lang ang kultura ng mga taong nagtratrabaho dito kundi ang pisikal na pasilidad o kapaligiran.Napuri na rin ang Ambergris sa ilang pahayagan sa pagkakaroon nito ng hotel like facilities at state of the art technology.Isa rin ang Ambergris sa mga nangugunang call centers sa bansa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Heto ang ilan sa aking mga nakuhang larawan ng aming opisina sa The Fort, kami ay nasa hulng palapag ng isang mall (Market Market).Ang isa pang opisina nito ay matatagpuan sa Ortigas, na nasa loob naman ng isang hotel (Discovery Suites).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00090.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/DSC00090.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00098.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/DSC00098.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00100.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/DSC00100.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00094.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/DSC00094.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/DSC00095.psd.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/DSC00095.psd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/office.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/office.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Tunay naman na masarap na magtrabaho sa isang lugar na maayos, "class" at maipagmamalaki mo sa iyong mga kakilala.Chicka!hehe.Ang hirap naman managalog. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115782887043493571?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115782887043493571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115782887043493571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115782887043493571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115782887043493571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/09/ang-ambergris-bow.html' title='Ang Ambergris, bow'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115728276781141208</id><published>2006-09-03T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:26:07.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I won't forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Things to do:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.get another ID  - SSS/ Postal ID&lt;br /&gt;2.Open a Savings account&lt;br /&gt;3.take pictures&lt;br /&gt; -Intramuros&lt;br /&gt;-Bulacan churches&lt;br /&gt;-Jp's Birthday&lt;br /&gt;4.Get another credit card&lt;br /&gt;-Standard charters /BDO/ Metrobank&lt;br /&gt;5.take a vacation leave to&lt;br /&gt;-Baguio&lt;br /&gt;-Cebu&lt;br /&gt;-Palawan&lt;br /&gt;wish ko lang!&lt;br /&gt;6.Makeover&lt;br /&gt;-dye my hair,facial&lt;br /&gt;-go to the gym/swimming -just do some exercise&lt;br /&gt;-visit dentist&lt;br /&gt;7.General cleaning house and apartment&lt;br /&gt;8.Read a good book (shit, when was last time I read a book?)&lt;br /&gt;9.Update blog/post pics&lt;br /&gt;10.Medical checkup&lt;br /&gt;11.watch DVDs/buy DVDs in quiapo&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to finish these American series:(that is if I still have freetime)&lt;br /&gt;-CSI:NY&lt;br /&gt;-Gray's Anatomy&lt;br /&gt;-Nip and Tuck&lt;br /&gt;-Scrubs&lt;br /&gt;-Amazing Race /Survivor&lt;br /&gt;-QAF&lt;br /&gt;-Sex and the City&lt;br /&gt;-Project Runway&lt;br /&gt;etc.etc. I have to visit Quiapo soon...&lt;br /&gt;12.I hate to put it here but I have to:&lt;br /&gt;Look for a relationship (romantic relationship) iwww...hehe.:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115728276781141208?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115728276781141208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115728276781141208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115728276781141208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115728276781141208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/09/so-i-wont-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115728116092365501</id><published>2006-09-03T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:03:26.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I can't get this song out of my head.Blame it on watching QAF Season 1 reruns.hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Save The Last Dance For Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You can dance-every dance with the guy&lt;br /&gt;Who gives you the eye,let him hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;You can smile-every smile for the man&lt;br /&gt;Who held your hand neath the candle light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But don't forget who's takin' you home&lt;br /&gt;And in whose arms you're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So darlin' save the last dance for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Oh I know that the musics fine&lt;br /&gt;Like sparklin' wine,go and have your fun&lt;br /&gt;Laugh and sing,but while we're apart&lt;br /&gt;Don't give your heart to anyone&lt;br /&gt;But don't forget who's takin' you home&lt;br /&gt;And in whose arms you're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;So darlin' save the last dance for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Baby don't you know I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can't you feel it when we touch&lt;br /&gt;I will never never let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I love you oh so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You can dance,go and carry on&lt;br /&gt;Till the night is gone&lt;br /&gt;And it's time to go&lt;br /&gt;If he asks if you're all alone&lt;br /&gt;Can he take you home,you must tell him no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;'Cause don't forget who's taking you home&lt;br /&gt;And in whose arms you're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;So darling,save the last dance for me&lt;br /&gt;'Cause don't forget who's taking you home&lt;br /&gt;And in whose arms you're gonna be&lt;br /&gt;So darling,save the last dance for me&lt;br /&gt;Save the last dance for me&lt;br /&gt;Save the last dance for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115728116092365501?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115728116092365501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115728116092365501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115728116092365501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115728116092365501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-cant-get-this-song-out-of-my-head.html' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115607762610548181</id><published>2006-08-20T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T20:40:26.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/bday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/400/bday.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Last saturday, Mitch, my housemate , friend and teammate celebrated her 23rd birthday.We went all the way to Angono ,Rizal (Grabe ang layo.I took us about 2 hrs I think) just to sing on top of our lungs (videoke galore) and of course to eat (sarap magluto ng Nanay ni Mitch).Eventhough its really far,its all worth it.We all had a lot of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/wish%20ko.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/400/wish%20ko.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115607762610548181?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115607762610548181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115607762610548181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115607762610548181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115607762610548181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-mitch.html' title='Happy Birthday Mitch'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115589282975351871</id><published>2006-08-18T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:20:29.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yehey</title><content type='html'>Finally I have my own digital camera.I got this: Sony DSC w50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.dpreview.com/news/0602/sony/sony_w50_two.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect more pics on my blog.I will post some pics soon using this cam. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115589282975351871?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115589282975351871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115589282975351871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115589282975351871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115589282975351871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/08/yehey.html' title='Yehey'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115589248758372197</id><published>2006-08-18T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:48:14.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a beach outing on rainy August</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CGE Beach Outing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All Hands Beach resort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SBMA August 6, 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/100_2357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/100_2357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/Picture%20051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/Picture%20051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;One cool Sunday afternoon (But it actually rained that day.Good thing were done swimming)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/100_2389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/100_2389.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/100_2365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/100_2365.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CGE Escalation team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/PICT0044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/PICT0044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escalation Fafas&lt;/em&gt; (My hipster team captain is the one in pink shirt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/PICT0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/PICT0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escalation hot babes.hehe&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/PICT0067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/PICT0067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fun fun fun&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/100_2369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/100_2369.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again, we are a bunch of cam whores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/Picture%20048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/Picture%20048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chillin' at our room with Gina, She and meggy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/1600/Picture%20050.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/736/530/320/Picture%20050.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunset .(Credits given to Meg for taking this pic)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;More pics posted at my multiply site: &lt;a href="http://www.elbulakenyo.multiply.com"&gt;elbulakenyo.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115589248758372197?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115589248758372197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115589248758372197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115589248758372197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115589248758372197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/08/beach-outing-on-rainy-august.html' title='a beach outing on rainy August'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115553778973300824</id><published>2006-08-14T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T14:48:35.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update daw</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog last Sunday's company outing held at All Hands beach resort in Subic and post some pics but I forgot that I saved our pics in my office PC.So tinamad na ko to write a blog about it.Besides nothing worth writing happened on that outing.I will post some of the pics here sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in Subic, I thought of dropping by sa gapo and probably meet some old friends but time was really limited.We were just there for a day.But I am keeping my fingers cross that before Xmas makadalaw man lang sa mga kaibigan ko na pagkatagal tagal ko ng hindi nakikita.I sent dang (my girl bestfriend in gapo)nga an SMS that I was in Subic a week ago.Sayang nga daw at hindi man lang kami nagkita.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Totally nawala na ang Internet access sa office pati Windows Messenger.Ang tanging website na naiwan ay ang wikipedia.com.mabuti na lang naiwan ito.This site is really informative.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Today is a monday and i am just stuck here at home doing nothing.I am actually on a vacation leave just for today.I cant go out dahil anglakas ng ulan so I just stayed at home, pig out ,listen to MP3s and watch DVDs.At siyempre matulog ng matulog.sana ganito na lang palagi ang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" height="137" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/4/49/Philippine_Idol_Logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I was able to catch Philippine Idol last night.gayang gaya nga ang American idol.pati mga judges nagpapakatrying hard gayahin yung mga American judges.haha.Sana masubaybayan ko itong show na ito.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;I have to end my blahs na at wala namang sense ang mga pinagsasabi ko.And before I forget, i changed my blog layout na.I hope you guys like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115553778973300824?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115553778973300824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115553778973300824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115553778973300824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115553778973300824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/08/update-daw.html' title='Update daw'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115553404307125960</id><published>2006-08-14T13:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T13:40:43.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be really bored to do this</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://phanksmaster.blogspot.com"&gt;Joms&lt;/a&gt; blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I wish I was a different ethnicity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an eating disorder.&lt;br /&gt;I'm short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm tall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I think I'm really attractive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer winter over summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm a geek.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm a shopaholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reasonably intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm attracted to girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm attracted to boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like British accents.&lt;br /&gt;I smoke regularly.&lt;br /&gt;I drink regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I smoke socially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I drink socially.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I get drunk easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do drugs.&lt;br /&gt;I will never date a bad kisser.&lt;br /&gt;I've lied to avoid kissing them again.&lt;br /&gt;I brush my hair at least 50 times a night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm religious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm not religious but have morals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie frequently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm impulsive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm hardworking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I liked "Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"She's All That" is one of my favourite movies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at History.&lt;br /&gt;I speak more than two languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I enjoy taking pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I like spending money on myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I like spending money on others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a regular income.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I earn money on a job-by-job basis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I pay my own bills.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I rely on my parents for money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can cook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I enjoy cleaning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Tidyness is a must in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like clutter.&lt;br /&gt;My idea of good music is Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;I have heard of Blonde Redhead.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy Blonde Redhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm fashion-conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have good taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;People tell me I have good taste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I excel academically.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told I have yet to fulfill my potential.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at sports.&lt;br /&gt;I'm good at certain sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I couldn't do sports to save my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm artistically inclined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be an artist when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be an engineer when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I eat when I'm upset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot adapt to change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm interested in politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have shoplifted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I download MP3s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've done underage drinking&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I've gone underage clubbing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can dance reasonably well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can dance extremely well.&lt;br /&gt;I dance like a cardboard gorilla.&lt;br /&gt;I can sing.&lt;br /&gt;I sing like someone stepped on my foot.&lt;br /&gt;I can swim.&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy surveys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I enjoy surveys when I'm bored&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I keep a journal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My teachers don't like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I enjoy controversy. (as long as its not mine)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can be a bitch/bastard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a thing for bad boys/girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tattoos.&lt;br /&gt;I've been in a nudist colony.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I want to have children.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I'll get married.&lt;br /&gt;I know who I will marry.&lt;br /&gt;I'm interesting.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good liar.&lt;br /&gt;People enjoy talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;I annoy people from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm a born leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm a born leader but shouldn't lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.I enjoy felching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a foot fetish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a shoe fetish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I watch "Sex and the City".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Sarah Jessica Parker is pretty.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be J.Lo.&lt;br /&gt;I cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've cut myself.&lt;br /&gt;I hate people who pretend to be suicidal.&lt;br /&gt;I hate popular people.&lt;br /&gt;I think cheerleading is a sport.&lt;br /&gt;I'm photogenic.&lt;br /&gt;I live in Chucks.&lt;br /&gt;I think graffiti is art.&lt;br /&gt;I have dated a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have been cheated on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have cheated on someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have a temper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I like playgrounds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;I'm obsessed with Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;I have tanlines.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite color is pink.&lt;br /&gt;My favourite color is black&lt;br /&gt;.I would classify myself as emo.&lt;br /&gt;I'm musically inclined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I like listening to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like music-blasting cars.&lt;br /&gt;Thongs are comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I like flip-flops.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I know what monogamy is......and I believe in it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be a social worker when I grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I have sibling/s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sibling/s annoy me.&lt;br /&gt;I think "South Park" is funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I believe in LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;*text in blue are my answers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115553404307125960?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115325919505528730</id><published>2006-07-19T05:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T05:50:24.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of blogging</title><content type='html'>Reading my old posts and looking back how my life had been made me realized that there were a lot of things happened in two years.Some were good and memorable, some were painful and sad but either way, they were all worth to be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started the blog July of 2004, with no audience in mind, not even my closest friends know that I have an online journal.I was hesitated to start my own since having a blog will mean opening my life to the public eyes since everyone can have access on your site.That way I thought I have to do a self censorship and be careful of what to write.I found it useless since whats the use of having one if you won't have the freedom to say what you wanted to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, before I start writing, I promised myself that I am going to write not to impress anybody or seek approval to anyone about my writing.I will say what I wanted to say.This is my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my inspiration of having my own blog after visiting some blogsites which were linked to my friends blog.I read somewhere that anything worth writing about is worth sharing.I found myself fascinated how people chronicled their lives thru words.I was amazed by the fact that there were a lot of great bloggers and writers in the cyberspace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started blogging.I blogged basically anything under the sun, I blog about my dysfunctional life, books that i read, movies and TV programs that I watch, my work, places i have been and people I meet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned a lot from the writings of other people.Aside from peeking into their lives, I also learned to appreciate good writing.I always wanted to improve my writing, I know I am not good at this craft.I have a lot of grammar lapses everytime I attempted to write my article in English.I am not that confident so I write my articles in Taglish (tagalog and english).i am shy to link my site to others because I was afraid that they will scrutinize my writing.But then I realized that I will not grow as a writer if I wont take cristicisms from my readers.I wanted to improve myself and comments and criticisms would not hurt.So I gave out my link to some friends.Their reactions and comments were appreciated and motivate me to write interesting stories of my life.Its very uplifting is someone will tell you that they learned something from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog , like Joms', has been my spiritual blanket and I place where I can be myself.This is the place where I go to express my thoughts and feelings when I think that the world is not listening to my grievances, my rants , my problems.Although I know that I will be unable to expose my soul completely through this blog, but still the blog has been a theraphy, my sanctuary and a place where I can regain my sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad that I found a space where I can celebrate my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to blog more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115325919505528730?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115325919505528730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115325919505528730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115325919505528730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115325919505528730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/07/of-blogging.html' title='of blogging'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115324350300754419</id><published>2006-07-19T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:59:21.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday to my blog</title><content type='html'>Today marks the 2nd year anniversary of my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that I was able to keep this blog space for two years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To everyone who reads all the crap I write here.Thanks a lot!&lt;div 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blog'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115265060874324507</id><published>2006-07-12T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T04:43:28.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>really bored</title><content type='html'>some things you would not care about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 FIRSTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first best friend: Jerome reyes ( funny that i was talking about bestfriends on my previous post)&lt;br /&gt;first screen name: hendrix&lt;br /&gt;first pet name: poochie&lt;br /&gt;first piercing: Left ear.&lt;br /&gt;first crush: Rhea relopez&lt;br /&gt;first school: asinan elem school (gapo)&lt;br /&gt;first house location: Sta. Rita Gapo&lt;br /&gt;first kiss: My Mom, or my Dad... first romantic kiss? secret... hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;first car: I dont have a car....I will get one soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 LASTS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last time you smoked: I dont smoke sorry&lt;br /&gt;last food you ate: Champorado with Tuyo yum yum&lt;br /&gt;last car ride: today, cab.&lt;br /&gt;last movie you watched:Mga Pusang gala(VCD) &lt;br /&gt;last phone call: my sister&lt;br /&gt;last CD you listened to: some jazz collection&lt;br /&gt;last song you listened to: i forgot the title, but its a jologs tagalog song&lt;br /&gt;last words you said: I said thank you for calling  TXU energy hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 HAVE-YOU-EVERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dated a best friend: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;been arrested: No.&lt;br /&gt;been on TV: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;eaten sushi: nah, i dont like Jap food, esp raw ones&lt;br /&gt;cheated on your BF/GF: yes.&lt;br /&gt;been on a blind date: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;been out of the country: Nope.&lt;br /&gt;been in love: Yes. Of Course...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 THINGS YOU ARE WEARING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Clean white underwear&lt;br /&gt;2. watch&lt;br /&gt;3. A smile&lt;br /&gt;4. an earing&lt;br /&gt;5. stripe polo shirt&lt;br /&gt;6. low rise jeans&lt;br /&gt;7. a bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 THINGS YOU HAVE DONE TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Went to my niece birthday paty&lt;br /&gt;2. Browse photography sites&lt;br /&gt;3. answered emails&lt;br /&gt;4. read blogs&lt;br /&gt;5. work work work&lt;br /&gt;6. i went to Novaliches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 FAVORITE THINGS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My cellphone&lt;br /&gt;2. My old but dependable diskman&lt;br /&gt;3. My PC at home&lt;br /&gt;4. My newly bought 14" Sharp TV (i finally bought one)&lt;br /&gt;5. Blogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 PEOPLE YOU TRUST THE MOST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Nanay&lt;br /&gt;2. Ate liza&lt;br /&gt;3. bes silgrid&lt;br /&gt;4. karen/Mitch/ sarah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.have a family &lt;br /&gt;2.shoot a film/documentary&lt;br /&gt;3. Travel the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 CHOICES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vanilla or chocolate: Chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;hugs or kisses:  kisses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 PERSON YOU WANT TO SEE RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone, most esp those i havent seen for a long long time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115265060874324507?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115265060874324507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115265060874324507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115265060874324507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115265060874324507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/07/really-bored.html' title='really bored'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115255140159625804</id><published>2006-07-11T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:11:57.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Nanay and Sofia Annica</title><content type='html'>Today is my Nanay's 66th birthday and My niece First Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to the both of them.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Araw Mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang araw na 'to, ay araw mo,&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating mo sa ating mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan, di malilimutan,&lt;br /&gt;Kailan man, kailan man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat nagbago sa araw na 'to,&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating mo sa buhay ko,&lt;br /&gt;Lahat sumaya, buhay ko'y nag-iba &lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya ng mundo, ngayong ikaw ay narito, oh&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang araw na 'to, ay araw mo,&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating mo sa ating mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan, di malilimutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a happy birthday &lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang araw na 'to, ay araw mo,&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating mo sa ating mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan, di malilimutan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you a happy birthday&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115255140159625804?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115249511743093557</id><published>2006-07-10T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T09:43:44.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted: Bestfriend</title><content type='html'>Minsan naihambing ko ang pagkakaroon ng kaibigan sa pagkakaroon ng lobo nung mga bata pa tayo.Masayang masaya ako nung binili ako ng isang bago at makulay na lobo.Ang sabi ng nanay, higpitan ko ang pagkakahawak sa pisi kasi baka lumipad.Sa kabila ng paalala, naging kampante pa rin ako na hindi kakawala ang lobo.Hindi ko alam na isang malakas na hangin lang ang aagaw sa lobo na ito na hindi ko man lang naipagmalaki sa aking mga kalaro.Habang lumilipad ang lobo, ang tanging nagawa ko ay sundan na lang ito ng tingin.Nangingilid man ang luha ay naisip ko na wala na kong magagawa.Hindi ko napansin, nakatingin na lang ako sa malawak na langit hanggang mawala ang gatuldok na imahe ng lobo.Umasa akong bababa pa sa lupa ang lobong iyon.Nang tinanong ko ang nanay kung makikita ko pa ito, sinabi niya na hindi na ito babalik.Sinabi niya na sumama na ito sa mga ulap.At idinagdag niya na lang na ibibili ako uli ng bago para hindi ako malungkot.At dahil sa sinabi niya ay nakalimutan ko na ang lumipad na lobo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiinggit ako sa mga taong mayroon o nakatagpo na ng matalik na kaibigan.Dahil ako,hanggang ngayon ay naghahanap pa rin.O maaaring nakatagpo na ko pero sa iba't ibang kadahilanan ay bigla na lang silang nawawala.Alam ko na walang permanenteng bagay sa mundo at hindi ko kontrol ang buhay pero nakakalungkot lang isipin na ang pagkakaibigan na ninais kong magtagal pa ay bigla na lang naputol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko nung grade one ako.Unang araw 'yun ng klase.Tinabihan ako ng patpating batang gaya ko at hinatian ng baon niyang sandwich.Ang sabi niya sakin,"mula ngaun ikaw na ang bestfriend ko!"Nagustuhan ko ang sandwich na binigay niya pero nagtaka lang ako kung bkit gusto niya kong maging bestfriend.At naisip ko rin,ganun ba kadali maghanap ng bestfriend?bibigyan mo lang ng sandwich, pagkatapos ay bestfriends na kayo?Pagtanda ko ay narealize na hindi ganun.Nang sumunod na taon ay lumipat na ng ibang eskwelahan ang bestfriend kong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ng grade two, ang lagi ko namang kasa-kasama ay si Julius.Lagi kami sa kanila pero dahil sa pagputok ng Bulkang Pinatubo, na sumira ng bahay nila, lumipat din siya sa ibang eskuwelahan.Pero natuwa rin ako dahil nakikita ko pa rin si Julius sa mga kontest na sinasalihan ko pero nakakalungkot dahil madalas ay hindi niya ko pinapansin.marahil ay nalimot niya na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating naman ng grade three ay nakapalagayan ko ng loob si Eduardo.lagi ako sa bahay nila.Ang bonding namin nun ay magdrawing, magbasa ng komiks, maligo sa dam malapit sa kanila at maglakwatsa.Siya ang naging best friend ko hanggang grade six.parehas din kami ng pinasukang high school pero hindi kami naging magkaklase.Napunta siya sa ibang section.Pagdating first year high school,nagkaroon siya ng problema sa pamilya niya.napasama siya sa hindi magandang barkada.At nabalitaan ko rin na sinubok niya na magdrugs.nang taon ding iyon ay biglaang naisip ng pamilya ko na lumipat sa maynila.Lumipat din ako ng eskwelahan at hindi nakapagpaalam kay eduardo.pero madalas ko siyang maalala.nakonsensiya ako dahil hindi ko siya natulungan sa mga problema niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mula second year high school hanggang fourth year high school ay hindi ko rin natagpuan ang bestfriend na hinahanap ko.akala ko ay si ryan na 'yun.Si ryan ang nagturo sakin na maglaro ng basketball, makipagbarkada sa mga astig naming kaklase at maglakwatsa sa mga lugar na hindi ko pa nararating.Pero narealized ko na hindi nagtutugma ang mga gusto namin.At naisip ko rin na madalas ay umaasa siya sa akin sa mga assignments at exams.kaya itinigil ko ang pagsama sa kanya.naging close din kami ng kaklase kong si sharon.Lagi ko siyang kausap sa telepono, na naguusap lang ng kung anu ano.Nagkaroon din ng pagkakataon na binalak ko siyang ligawan pero hindi ko itinuloy, bilang respeto na rin sa kaklase namin na nanliligaw sa kanya.At ito rin sigurong naging dahilan ng malamig na pakikitungo namin sa isa't isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating naman ng kolehiyo,naghahanap pa rin ng bestfriend.Nakilala ko si melfer, transferee siya at sabay kami lagi naglulunch, sabay nangalakwaktsa sa Robinson at Sm manila at kasaksama ko sa pagtambay sa field kapag ROTC.Siya rin ang nagturo sakin ng internet at counterstrike.Okay na sana ang lahat hanggang nagkaroon kami ng isang group project sa isa sa mga majors namin.Gusto niya na bumuo kami ng sarili naming grupo.Ang gusto ko naman ay sumama sa magagaling naming kaklase.Simpleng bagay lang naman iyon na lumaki.kaya sa huli naghiwalay din kami ng grupo.nang sumunod na sem ay nagtransfer din siya ng ibang course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon din ako ng barkada dahil sa maraming group projects kami na kailangan gawin.Si paul at si jayson ang lagi kong kasama nun mula paggawa ng program hanggang panonood ng sine.Pero isang semester lang ang pinagsamahan namin dahil pinili ko noon na malipat ng block dahil sa hindi naging maganda ang grades ko.pero nanghinayang ako dahil naging maganda ang samahan naming tatlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang magtrabaho naman ako,nagkaroon din ako ng barkada sa kompanyang ito.pero ang matagal kong nakasama at nakasama ko rin sa isang bahay ay si sarah.Si sarah din ang naging hingahan ko ng loob kapag may problema.At siya rin sa akin.marami kaming masayang pinagsamahan sa loob ng dalawang taon.Kung anong meron ako ay shinashare ko sa kanya.Pero nagbago ang lahat dahil sa di inaasahang pangyayari.nabuntis siya ng boyfriend niya at kailangan niyang magmoveout sa apartment na tinitirahan namin.Normal lang siguro ang naramdaman ko na masaktan dahil sa matagal ko siyang nkasama.mas matagal pa kesa dun sa naging boyfriend niya.mahal ko siya bilang matalik na kaibigan.in fact naipakilala ko na siya minsan na bestfriend ko.pero hindi naging maganda ang paghihiwalay namin.pakiramdam ko kasi binalewala niya ang mga paalala ko sa kanya.pakiramdam ko rin ay naging insensisitive siya at naging padalus dalos sa mga desisyon niya.umalis siya ng apartment nang hindi kami naguusap.At kahit nagkikita kami sa office ay parang hindi kami magkakilala.O maaaring hindi ko nga siya ganun kakilala.At hindi ko alam kung hanggang kailan magiging ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaring sabihin na choice ko rin kung bakit nawala ang bestfriends ko.Pero pinilit ko na manatili sila.Gaya ng takot na pagkawala ng regalong lobo nung bata pa, sinubukan kong higpitan ang hawak sa pisi.sinubukan kong habulin ang lobo bago pa ito tuluyang lumayo sa akin pero sa lakas ng hangin ay hindi ko na siya napigil.Umasa din ako na mahuhulog pa rin siya mula sa langit, kahit na maliit na lang at wala ng hangin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami pang lobo ang maaaring ibigay sa akin.maaring iba na ang kulay o di hamak na mas malaki na kesa dun sa nauna.kagaya ng mga nauna kong lobo, iingatan ko siya.sisiguradudin ko na hindi na walang malakas na hangin ang tatangay sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Anyone who has lost something they thought was theirs forever finally comes to realize that nothing really belongs to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115249511743093557?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115249511743093557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115249511743093557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115249511743093557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115249511743093557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/07/wanted-bestfriend.html' title='wanted: Bestfriend'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115248778731010474</id><published>2006-07-10T07:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T07:29:47.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dot the I</title><content type='html'>another great movie.nice plot,good direction, brilliant and beautiful actors.go ahead and watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some notes about the movie: &lt;br /&gt;fan of reality TV shows will like this.&lt;br /&gt;I think the plot of that local flick Dreamboy starring Piolo pascual and Bea Alonzo was based on this.I admit, jologs talaga ako.I am a fan of tagalog movies hehe.I dunno but whenever i am watching foreign films, I am trying to recall some tagalog film which has the same theme/concept as the one that I am watching.I was wrong with the thought that Dreamboy has an original concept.But of course you wont get this unless you will watch the two movies.&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry i cant make a good review, although there's alot to say about the plot and the actors.definitely this is already one of the best movies on my list.i give it an 8/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/2005/posters/dot_the_i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="367" alt="" src="http://www.impawards.com/2005/posters/dot_the_i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carmen, a beautiful Spanish woman with a tendency to lose her temper at the drop of a hat, is about to married to Barnaby, a caring, wealthy, but slightly boring Englishman. While out with friends on her 'hen night' she encounters a stranger who suddenly sparks a passion that has been sleeping within her. As her wedding date approaches, she finds herself struggling to put this newcomer out of her mind, but his effect on her keeps growing stronger. What is it that he sees in her, and why does she feel like she's being pushed inevitably into his arms?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summary from www.imdb.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115248778731010474?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115248778731010474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115248778731010474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115248778731010474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115248778731010474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/07/dot-i.html' title='Dot the I'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115196926698202749</id><published>2006-07-04T06:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T07:27:47.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deja vu</title><content type='html'>Patutunguhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from http://www.tabulas.com/~sikeroh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit nga ba ako nag-aaral?&lt;br /&gt;trabaho?&lt;br /&gt;duhh.. malamang.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;ang tanong,&lt;br /&gt;ano nga bang trabaho ang&lt;br /&gt;patutunguhan ko...&lt;br /&gt;kung mayroon man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kasalukuyan,&lt;br /&gt;kumukuha ako ng isang kursong siyensya&lt;br /&gt;sa isang pamantasang punong-puno ng matatalinong chicks.&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap ng buhay.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;pero hindi ako sigurado sa kursong tinahak ko. &lt;br /&gt;hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;mga kompyuter, mga sistema, matitigas na bagay [hardware],&lt;br /&gt;nanlalambot na bagay [software], mga trabahong-lambat [networks]...&lt;br /&gt;iilan lamang iyan sa mga pilit isinasaksak ng aking kurso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa kokote kong ang hilig lamang ay&lt;br /&gt;makipagharutan sa mga salita\'t pangungusap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay... &lt;br /&gt;kurso-shmurso... hindi na importante \'yon.&lt;br /&gt;ang mahalaga, makapagtapos,&lt;br /&gt;at makakuha ng diploma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang iniisip ko lang naman ngayon ay ang aking patutunguhan.&lt;br /&gt;saan nga ba ako mapapadpad pagkatapos ng kolehiyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marami na akong naging pangarap.&lt;br /&gt;noong maliit pa nga ako,&lt;br /&gt;hindi man kapani-paniwala,&lt;br /&gt;pumasok sa isip kong magpari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwede \'di ba?!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero anyway, noong tumagal-tagal,&lt;br /&gt;naisip ko na mas gusto ko palang&lt;br /&gt;magkaroon ng girlfriend kaysa sa magsawsaw ng hostya sa alak.&lt;br /&gt;kaya ayun, bye bye fr. cadayona.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next.&lt;br /&gt;noong pumasok ako sa kolehiyo,&lt;br /&gt;iba na ang naging pangarap ko.&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko na maging boss ng isang malaking kompanya.&lt;br /&gt;alam mo \'yon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\'yong tipong naglalaro na lang ng golf sa loob ng opisina,&lt;br /&gt;habang nakasoot ng amerikana\'t&lt;br /&gt;kumikita ng limpak-limpak na salapi.&lt;br /&gt;[at siyempre kasama na rin sa package \'yong cute na sekretarya]&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;haay..&lt;br /&gt;pera pera pera...&lt;br /&gt;golf golf pera... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi na nga rin ako makapaghintay na isigaw ang mga salitang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;\"%@#$^@#$^% mo! you\'re fired!\"&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap siguro maging boss na ang hilig lamang ay babae\'t pera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... golf rin pala. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero.&lt;br /&gt;ang pangit.&lt;br /&gt;sino ba linoloko ko.&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko maaatim na maging isang hinayupak na boss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayon pa lamang,&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko na nararamdaman ang fulfillment sa ganoong klaseng trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi siya masaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi siya maganda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi siya ... ako.&lt;br /&gt;ngayon,&lt;br /&gt;hindi pa rin ako gaanong sigurado sa aking tatahakin.&lt;br /&gt;ngunit may dalawang bagay na akong nais gawin pagkatapos ko&lt;br /&gt;sa kolehiyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nais kong magsulat ng libro&lt;br /&gt;at nais kong magturo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo... kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nais kong maging bahagi ng mga susunod pang henerasyon.&lt;br /&gt;nais kong masaksihan ang mga pagbabago sa ating mundo.&lt;br /&gt;ang mga pagbabago sa ugali ng bagong kabataan,&lt;br /&gt;mga pagbabago sa kanilang baon tuwing recess at lunch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga pagbabago sa kanilang pananalita, &lt;br /&gt;pagbabago sa kanilang ugali,&lt;br /&gt;pagbabago sa kasarian?! &lt;br /&gt;pagbabago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nais kong manatiling buhay sa katauhan ng mga batang &lt;br /&gt;magpapatakbo ng mga susunod na eksena.&lt;br /&gt;nais kong makatulong. &lt;br /&gt;hmmm... as to how a typical atenista would say,&lt;br /&gt;\"i would strive to be a catalyst for change\" &lt;br /&gt;yuck... ang corny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syet...&lt;br /&gt;ano kaya mangyayari sa aking mga estudyante?&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bahala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta ako, &lt;br /&gt;magtuturo. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;hmmm &lt;br /&gt;pero teka.. may lovelife nga ba ang mga guro?&lt;br /&gt;[si ms.****, si sir****... hindi eh... syet magtuturo pa ba ako?]&lt;br /&gt;ibang usapan na yata \'to.&lt;br /&gt;uhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuwa ako ng mabasa ko ang artikulong ito.Naalala ko,ganito rin ang mga naiisip ko \'nung nasa kolehiyo ako.Hindi ako sigurado at hindi rin interesado sa kursong kinuha ko.Marami akong pangarap para sa sarili ko.Nandiyang gusto kong maging manunulat, doktor at teacher.Pero naglaho ang mga pangarap na iyon.Pinilit kung ginusto ang hindi ko gusto.Ang alam kong importante ng mga panahong iyon ay ang makakuha ng diploma.Kaya ipinasantabi ko na lang muna ang iba kong pangarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko rin na ang bagsak ko na lang ay sa isang opisina.Kaharap ang isang kompyuter, gumagawa ng mga programs o nagdidisenyo ng website.maaga kong natanggap na iyon na ang magiging buhay ko.Pero kahit hanggang makagraduate, laging naglalaro sa isip ko na hindi ako magiging masaya kung iyon ang magiging trabaho ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos grumaduate.Nangarap akong muli na balang araw makakapagsulat at makapagturo din ako.Gusto ko rin magbahgi ng kaalaman ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngaun at nagtatrabaho na ako.Heto ako ngaun,tagasagot ng telepono at minumura ng mga Amerikano.sa ilang kadahilanan ay iba na naman ang tinahak kong daan.Hindi ko rin naisip dati na sa anitong klaseng trabaho ako mapupunta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naging masaya sa una pero pagtagal ay sumasagi din sa isip ko na hindi ito ang gusto kong gawin.Hindi ko dito mahahanap ang fulfillment na hinahanap ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang ngaun nanatiling malayo at malabo ang patutunguhan ko.Hanggang ngayon hindi ako sigurado sa aking pupuntahan....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115196926698202749?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115196926698202749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115196926698202749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115196926698202749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115196926698202749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/07/deja-vu.html' title='deja vu'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115169234091518542</id><published>2006-07-01T02:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T02:57:48.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oink Oink</title><content type='html'>Since most of my friends and officemates are starting to comment that I am gaining weight,I decided to check my weight at the nearest mercury Drug (where else but market2x), ang bahay namin hehe last wednesday before goin home.They have this apparatus that can measure your height, weight, BP and Blood fat estimation.I just dunno if this machine is accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to get the printed paper that shows my measurements:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now weigh 134 lbs.Sabi pa my Current Body mass Index is 21.4 kg/m.The normal BMI value is bet 20 and 24.49.&lt;br /&gt;yahoo!hindi na ko underweight hehe.I just hope I can maintain that so I can finally go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That wednesday, I also accompanied Meg and darizel to an ukay ukay in pasig.I got this jacket for only 120 bucks.haha.Dapat kay da yan eh sobrang laki sa kanya.Buti na lang unisex siya.&lt;br /&gt;namiss ko ring magukay ukay but i was just so tired to look for cheap finds kasi we went there right after shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/taba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="367" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/taba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meg and darizel looking for treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/taba2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="367" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/taba2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a jacket for 120 bucks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/tabachoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="367" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/tabachoy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatdyathink?naggain ba talaga ko ng weight?hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I went to work on my restday so instead of having two restdays for this week I only had one.kasi nanghihinayang ako.kailangan ko talaga magipon.Angdaming gastusin ngaun.nagcrash pa ung harddisk ko and i replaced it with an 80G harddisk that is worth 3000bucks.On the next payday i wanted to buy either a digital cam, a televison set or an Mp3 player.sana sipagin ako magovertime.hay naku pera pera pera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakapagpahinga naman ako yesterday kahit papano.I had a whole body massage on Thursday night and stayed at home and rest the next day.I was able to watch Frequency ( Jim caviezel and dennis quaid).its an old movie wth time travel element(think of Il mare and The lakehouse).That movie made my cry.I remembered my tatay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;Anyone who have seen Superman?Maganda ba?Gusto ko sana siya panoorin sa SM mall of Asia. Iyong Imax cinema.Hope I can watch it with Jo this weekend.Or kung hindi I will watch it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Heart_ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="367" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Heart_ec.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute nitong bagong poster ng Penshoppe with heart and jericho.I just took the picture thru my cellphone.This is at their Branch in SM marilao.maganda yung poster.i am not a fan of penshoppe or heart or jericho ,I just like yung may mga angel na concept just like this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115169234091518542?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115169234091518542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115169234091518542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115169234091518542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115169234091518542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/07/oink-oink.html' title='Oink Oink'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115168652450981652</id><published>2006-07-01T00:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T00:55:25.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinoy words of wisdom</title><content type='html'>Got this from my email&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pinoy Truisms"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay ay parang bato, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better late than pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the clouds are the other clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's better to cheat than to repeat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do unto others... then run!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag puno na ang salop, kumuha na ng ibang salop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magbiro ka na sa lasing, magbiro ka na sa bagong&lt;br /&gt;gising, 'wag lang sa lasing na bagong gising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails, follow instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika, lumaki&lt;br /&gt;sa ibang bansa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To err is human, to errs is humans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong nagigipit...sa bumbay kumakapit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag may usok...may nag-iihaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong naglalakad nang matulin... may utang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No guts, no glory... no ID, no entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds of the same feather that prays together... stays together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may sinuksok at walang madukot, may nandukot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walang matigas na tinapay sa gutom na tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong di marunong lumingon sa kanyang pinanggalingan ....ay may stiff neck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birds of the same feather make a good feather duster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may tiyaga, may nilaga. Kapag may taga, may tahi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huli man daw at magaling, undertime pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang naglalakad ng matulin, late na sa appointment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matalino man ang matsing, matsing pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better late than later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aanhin ang palasyo kung ang nakatira ay kuwago, mabuti pa ang bahay kubo, sa paligid puno ng linga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag maikli ang kumot, tumangkad ka na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No man is an island because time is gold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng kumikinang ay ginto... muta lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ang puno mabunga... mataba ang lupa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it rains...it floods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkahaba haba man ng prusisyon... mauubusan din ng kandila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay ay parang gulong, minsan nasa ibabaw, minsan nasa vulcanizing shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batu-bato sa langit, ang tamaan... sapul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and try until you succeed... or else try another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang nagsaing... iba ang kumain. Diet ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huwag magbilang ng manok kung alaga mo ay itik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag maiksi na ang kumot, bumili ka na ng bago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't beat them, shoot them. (Nalundasan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day is too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day makes seven apples a week. (really expensive)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115168652450981652?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115168652450981652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115168652450981652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115168652450981652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115168652450981652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/07/pinoy-words-of-wisdom.html' title='Pinoy words of wisdom'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115111697565632739</id><published>2006-06-24T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T10:42:55.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suicide note?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found this scribbled on one of my journal notebooks.I wrote this last February just when I was about to commit suicide, just kidding.hehe.Just one of those days,when I was really really bored and tired of my life.Writing is really a good outlet for your frustrations and feelings especially when you feel like life is getting monotonous.Writing is also a theraphy for a tired soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starbucks &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Borol NLEX&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;February 25, 2006&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko gusto ko mag-isip pero hindi ako makapagisip.Hindi ko alam kung paano ko sisimulan ang pagpaplano ng buhay ko.Bakit kasi dapat ganito kakomplikado? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sana madali lang baguhin ang lahat.Sana pagising ko kinabukasan wala na lahat ng alaala ng panget na kahapon.Sana manhid na rin ang puso namakaramdam ng hiya, ng takot.sana ang simula ng bawat araw ay puno ng saya, ng sigla at ng pag-asa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kung iisipin, nakakapagod ding tapusin ang bawat araw ng buhay.Lalo pa't tila walang mahalagang bagay ang nagaganap sa iyo.Ang lahat ay ordinaryo at paulit-ulit lamang.Pero minsan, magugulat ka na lamang dahil bibiglain ka ng pangamba, ng isang malaki at nakakagulat na sorpresa.ganun nga siguro ang buhay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Minsan gusto mong sumigaw, gusto mong humiyaw.Ngunit walang tinig na maririnig mula sa iyo.Minsan naman'y gusto mong paglaruan ang buhay.Gusto mong ipakita na matapang ka, na kaya mong maging katulad ng iba.Minsan pipilitin mong baguhin ang dating gawi, sa pagaakalang iyon ang makakapagpabago ng lahat at makakapagpasaya sa iyo.Pero bago ka matulog,bago mo ipikit ang mga mata mong pagod na rin, naisip mong bigo ka pa rin.Bigo ka pa rin sa kabila ng pagsusumikap mong baguhin ang lahat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sana nga pwede pang tumakas ang katotohanan na nasa harap mo.Sana dalawin ka ng panandaliang kabaliwan nang sa ganun ay malimot mo ang lahat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sana manumbalik ang dati.Sana maniwala ka na may kabutihan at pag-ibig na natitira pa sa mundo.Sana bumalik 'yung dati na nanapapangiti ka at napapatawa sa napakasimpleng bagay.Sana gaya ng dati, may sagot ka kahit sa pinakakomplikadong tanong.Sana matutuhan mong makamit ang gusto ng hindi nakakasagasa ng iba.Sana makasulat ka muli ng tula o ng kuwento ng buhay mo, gumuhit ng larawan,umawit kahit pa wala sa tono, makipagusap kahit sa di kakilala at makinig sa mga kuwento nila.Sana muling maramdaman muli ang init ng araw,makaligo sa ulan,maramdaman ang malamig na simoy ng hangin at makita na maganda ang luntiang paligid.Sana muling makita ang dating kaibigan,makipaglaro sa mga bata, magbahagi ng kaalaman at alalahanin ang magagandang nangyari kahapon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sana...sana hindi na ganun kakomplikado ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ang drama noh?hehe.When i wrote this i tried to convince myself that life is still beautiful depite all the pain and trials it bring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115111697565632739?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115111697565632739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115111697565632739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115111697565632739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115111697565632739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/06/suicide-note.html' title='suicide note?'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115107021315738072</id><published>2006-06-23T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T21:43:33.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Past Life Diagnosis</title><content type='html'>This is interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your past life diagnosis:&lt;/strong&gt; From &lt;a href="http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/index.html"&gt;http://www.thebigview.com/pastlife/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how you feel about it, but you were male in your last earthly incarnation.You were born somewhere in the territory of modern South China around the year 1225. Your profession was that of a shepherd, horseman or forester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your brief psychological profile in your past life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Revolutionary type.&lt;/strong&gt; You inspired changes in any sphere - politics, business, religion, housekeeping. You could have been a leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The lesson that your last past life brought to your present incarnation:&lt;/strong&gt;You are bound to solve problems of pollution of environment, recycling, misuse of raw materials, elimination of radioactivity by all means including psychological methods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115107021315738072?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115107021315738072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115107021315738072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115107021315738072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115107021315738072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-past-life-diagnosis.html' title='My Past Life Diagnosis'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115079706227094546</id><published>2006-06-20T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T03:18:40.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie marathon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://image.ohmynews.com/down/images/1/yamanin_298888_1[475914].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" height="367" alt="" src="http://image.ohmynews.com/down/images/1/yamanin_298888_1%5B475914%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE LAKE HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched the movie the other night at the market market cinema. I have seen the Original version of the movie (Il Marie).I hate to compare the American with the Korean version because it is given na iba talaga ang original.But I cant help it.Mas maganda talaga 'yung story line nung girl sa il mare, kesa dun sa lakehouse.I think hindi maganda yung pagfollowthrough nila ng events given the consequences with knowing past and future.Ang daming questionable part ng plot.'Yung ibang friends ko na nakapanood, sa una daw hindi nila magets ung kuwento.Although I think may chemistry si keanu Reeves and sandra Bullock,kulang 'yung kilig factor ng movie.Basing from what I felt after watching Il mare.I like the soundtrack though and that part where sandra and keannu were dancing then they kissed.I will still recommend you to watch this feel good movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating: 6/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVD Marathon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week naman I watched three movies on DVD - The Little Chinese seamstress, memoirs of Geisha and Pasiyam.So here are my review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/custom/07/10002107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" height="286" alt="" src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/custom/07/10002107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;THE LITTLE CHINESE SEAMSTRESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maganda ang plot, although hindi kami close ni mao,balzac at Mozart at hindi ako makarelate sa mga komunismo na binabanggit sa movie,para sakin epektibo ang paghahatid ng mensahe ng pelikula tungkol sa edukasyon at liberalismo.The movie tackles about the liberating power of books,western novels in particular.Para sakin astig ang mga ganitong klaseng pelikula na may laman na kaunting history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno pero bigla kong naisip yung old Tagalog movie na Virgin people.Siguro dahil yung pagkakahawig ng karakter ng bidang babae na inosente tapos biglang nagrebelde nung nakapakinig siya ng liberal ideas dahil sa mga binabasa sa kanyang libro.Alam ko walang sense ang pinagsasasabi ko pero panoorin niyo ito.&lt;br /&gt;My rating: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.impawards.com/2005/posters/memoirs_of_a_geisha_ver3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2741/posters/poster1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="412" alt="" src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/2741/posters/poster1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEMOIRS OF A GEISHA&lt;br /&gt;I thought the movie is in japanese with english subtitle pero nagulat ako dahil nagsasalita ng English ang mga characters.Sana it was in japanese na lang kasi I think the fact that, with none of them being native English speakers, some characters never came across fluidly, may parang language barrier.Sa palagay ko lang mas maidedeliver ng maganda ang mga lines if it was said on their native tongue.I heard this was based on a book so i was expecting na maganda yung movie adaptation niya.I was not disappointed.I enjoyed watching it.&lt;br /&gt;Magagaling ang mga artistang gumanap sa pelikula like Michelle yeoh and also yung bidang batang babae sa simula ng pelikula.Most of the actors naman did a great job when it comes to acting.The pacing and story is good.The cinematography is ok and the setting, makikita mo talaga ung culture ng japanese.So overall this movie is worth watching.&lt;br /&gt;My rating: 7/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.asianfeast.org/images/recensioni/pasiyam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" height="314" alt="" src="http://www.asianfeast.org/images/recensioni/pasiyam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie is okay,the visuals and cinematographywise.Magaling na direktor si Eric matti.And magaling din na artista si Roderick paulate.There were scenes that are scary and disturbing but there was too much dialogue when the visuals should've been explanation enough.Ayoko ng ganung movies na puro salita, if I want that di sana nagbasa na lang ako ng libro.Inantok na ako bago matapos ang pelikula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My rating : 4/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115079706227094546?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115079706227094546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115079706227094546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115079706227094546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115079706227094546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/06/movie-marathon.html' title='movie marathon'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-115059134068670998</id><published>2006-06-18T08:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T08:45:12.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy father's day</title><content type='html'>DANCE WITH MY FATHER&lt;br /&gt;LUTHER VAN DROSS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence&lt;br /&gt;My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then&lt;br /&gt;Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep&lt;br /&gt;Then up the stairs he would carry me&lt;br /&gt;And I knew for sure I was loved&lt;br /&gt;If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I’d play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;How I’d love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;When I and my mother would disagree&lt;br /&gt;To get my way, I would run from her to him&lt;br /&gt;He’d make me laugh just to comfort me&lt;br /&gt;Then finally make me do just what my mama said&lt;br /&gt;Later that night when I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;He left a dollar under my sheet&lt;br /&gt;Never dreamed that he would be gone from me&lt;br /&gt;If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him&lt;br /&gt;I’d play a song that would never, ever end&lt;br /&gt;‘Cause I’d love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I’d listen outside her door&lt;br /&gt;And I’d hear how my mother cried for him&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;I pray for her even more than me&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m praying for much too much&lt;br /&gt;But could you send back the only man she loved&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t do it usually&lt;br /&gt;But dear Lord she’s dying&lt;br /&gt;To dance with my father again&lt;br /&gt;Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy father's day to all the dad esp to my Tatay+...I miss you 'tay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-115059134068670998?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/115059134068670998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=115059134068670998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115059134068670998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/115059134068670998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='happy father&apos;s day'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114944070898867241</id><published>2006-06-05T01:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T01:05:09.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>june blahs</title><content type='html'>Hello world!I know its been quite a while since I last updated my blog.Our IT Admin prohibited browsing of some blog sites at the office.They also blocked yahoomail, pinoyexchange,friendster and meebo plus all those nice websites that I often visited.So I can only view blogs of my friends if at home or I am going to rent a PC in an internet shop.That will explain why I can't update my blog these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I think I have lost my urge to write, for quite a while at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maraming nangyari sa akin na gusto kong isulat pero hindi ko lam kung saan magsisimula.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts na lang uli.I'll just tell u kung ano yung pumasok sa utak ko ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- &lt;br /&gt;I did apply for QA and Team leader two weeks ago, unfortunately I was not accepted.Probably its not yet time,I am not yet ready yet for the bigger responsibilities these positions will require.Of course at first I feel bad about it, most especially that QA position since I have been eyeing for that position since I have been promoted as escalation agent.maybe its not really for me.but being "rejected" or booted out for the position made me realized that I will need to work harder.And its a good thing na rin dahil I dont wanna leave my team.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I am not into a romantic relationship for a year now.Honestly,I miss the feeling.Pero I realized na pag hinahanap mo pala (someone special) mas lalo kang pahihirapan na makita siya.Or kung may makita ka man, hindi nakikisama ang pagkakataon sa'yo, (maaring committed na rin siya or inlove siya sa iba).&lt;br /&gt;Masyado na nga ba akong nagiging mapili at maraming hinahanap sa isang tao?Or nagiingat lang ako and I am just making sure na if ever I will have a relationship I really love the person?&lt;br /&gt;nagmamature na nga siguro ako.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned on my previous post that I am taking this chinese drug to gain weight.After consuming a bottle of it,nakita ko na effects sa katawan ko.medyo tumaba na mukha ko at lumaki rin ang tiyan ko.at nagkaroon ng pimples ang katawan ko hehe.ganda ng effect no?According to those who tried the drug, normal lang daw yun.Ako naman kasi desperado na tumaba kaya ok lang sa akinna hindi proportional yung pagtaba ko.siguro kailangang sabayan ng paggygym.I might start going to the gym this month.Sana hindi ako tamarin.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Talking about katamaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signs na sobrang tinatatamad ako lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Pagkatapos ng shift ko matutulog sa snooze box sa office, kain tapos uuwi sa apartment para matulog uli.basta may pagkakataon matutulog ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Dati naglalaba ako ng damit ko, ngaun nagpapalaba na uli ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I chose a weekend shift schedule para walang gaanong tawag at makatulog ako during shift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kapag restday ko kain at tulog lang ang gawa ko sa bahay.Hindi ako tumutulong magbantay ng tindahan ng nanay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hindi na ako nakakadalaw sa mga kapatid ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gusto ko magfile ng VL every week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tinatamad to go out on a date with friends or kahit simpleng paglabas lang ng bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Sira yung PC ko, pero hindi ko mapagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*matagal ko na balak magpamedical check up pero hindi ko pa rin nagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I never had the chance to watch a nice movie lately.Hindi ko nga napanood yung Da Vinci Code, MI3 or Xmen 3.May mga friends na naginvite sakin to watch these movies pero hindi ako sumasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Natapos ang American idol at PBB teen Edition nang hindi ko napanood ang kahit isang episode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Even sa book, hindi ko matapos tapos yung Da Vinci Code and By the River Piedra I sat Down and wept by paolo Coelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana, maging productive na uli ang buhay ko.Ayoko na ng ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114944070898867241?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114944070898867241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114944070898867241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114944070898867241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114944070898867241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/06/june-blahs.html' title='june blahs'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114762527741876064</id><published>2006-05-14T00:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T00:52:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's day</title><content type='html'>WIND BENEATH MY WINGS&lt;br /&gt;~ Bette Midler &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must have been cold there in my shadow, &lt;br /&gt;to never have sunlight on your face. &lt;br /&gt;You were content to let me shine, that's your way, &lt;br /&gt;you always walked a step behind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was the one with all the glory, &lt;br /&gt;while you were the one with all the strength. &lt;br /&gt;A beautiful face without a name -- for so long, &lt;br /&gt;a beautiful smile to hide the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero, &lt;br /&gt;and ev'rything I would like to be? &lt;br /&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle, &lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might have appeared to go unnoticed, &lt;br /&gt;but I've got it all here in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it,&lt;br /&gt;I would be nothing with out you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus &lt;br /&gt;Did you ever know that you're my hero, &lt;br /&gt;and ev'rything I would like to be? &lt;br /&gt;I can fly higher than an eagle, &lt;br /&gt;'cause you are the wind beneath my wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly, fly away, &lt;br /&gt;you let me fly so high. &lt;br /&gt;Oh, fly, fly, &lt;br /&gt;so high against the sky, so high I almost touch the sky. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you, thank you, thank God for you, &lt;br /&gt;the wind beneath my wings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****Happy Mother's day to all the mother out there...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114694891187264005</id><published>2006-05-07T04:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T04:55:11.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>IF YOU CALL ME</title><content type='html'>If eventually you call me Arturo, you're probably a classmate or a teacher I had in grade school or from RSHS bk in gapo.(like Au,Myles,Ferdie and charis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Arthur, you must be a childhood friend or a classmate in college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Thur, you must be a childhood friend or a classmate in college who is lazy to pronounce the name Arthur hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Art, you are one of my officemates /friend either from vertex, teletech or amber or probably you're Kai or Carl (college classmates).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Felipe, you're probably a a teacher in college or a batchmate from ROTC who does not know my first name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Atoy, you're probably one of my cousins cheche, JC or Alvin .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Tabo, you're probably, my aunt or uncle, my ninang or ninong, my bro, childhood friends or cousins who call me that name to mock me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me taong bato, you're probably one of my classmates in Highschool in malabon.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Bunso or Chua, you must be one of my sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me anak or mahal, you are my Nanay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me either Tito or Ninong, you are obviously one of my nieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me bes, you're probably my best buddy silgrid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Bhe, you are either Jo,one of my dear friend who is now in RMH or Wendy, my teammate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Fafa Art, you are Shandy another dear friend I have here in Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Artski, you are Meg, my teammate, galera buddy and a good friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Phillip or elbulakenyo, you're probably an online buddy because those are cybernames i use  hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me baby or honey, you were an ex some years ago.(haha never mind their names...joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Darling, you are Chat,my team mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you call me Mark, you are a Texan caller who thought my first name is Mark.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114694891187264005?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114694891187264005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>Narda&lt;br /&gt;Kamikazee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tila ibon kung lumipad, sumabay sa hangin akoy&lt;br /&gt;Napatingin &lt;br /&gt;Sa dalagang nababalot ng hiwaga. &lt;br /&gt;Mapapansin kaya sa dame ng yong gingawa &lt;br /&gt;Kung kaagaw ko ang lahat may pag asa bang makilala ka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awit na nananawagan, baka sakaling napakikinggan, &lt;br /&gt;Pag ibig na palaisipan sa kanta na lang idaraan &lt;br /&gt;Nag aabang sa langit, sa mga ulap sumisilip &lt;br /&gt;Sa likod ng mga tala,kahit sulyap lang darna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang swerte nga nman ni ding, lagi ka nyang kapiling &lt;br /&gt;Kung ako sa kanya niligawan na kita &lt;br /&gt;Mapapansin kaya sa dame ng yong gingawa &lt;br /&gt;Kung kaagaw ko ang lahat may pag asa bang makilala ka &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awit na nananawagan,baka sakaling napakikinggan, &lt;br /&gt;Pag ibig na palaisipan sa kanta na lang idadaan &lt;br /&gt;Nag aabang sa langit, sa mga ulap sumisilip &lt;br /&gt;Sa likod ng mga tala,kahit sulyap lang darna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumalon kaya ako sa bangin,para lang iyong sagipin &lt;br /&gt;Ito ang tanging paraan para mayakap ka &lt;br /&gt;Darating kayasa dame ng ginagawa &lt;br /&gt;Kung kaagaw ko sila paano na kaya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awit na nananawagan,baka sakaling napakikinggan, &lt;br /&gt;Pag ibig na palaisipan sa kanta na lang idadaan &lt;br /&gt;Nag aabang sa langit, sa mga ulap sumisilip &lt;br /&gt;Sa likod ng mga tala,kahit sulyap lang darna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag aabang sa langit, sa mga ulap sumisilip &lt;br /&gt;Sa likod ng mga tala,kahit sulyap lang darna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114651667639413352?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114651667639413352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Puerto galera '06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHITE BEACH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/Goin2bat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/Goin2bat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Going to batangas Pier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/Batangaspier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/Batangaspier.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At the Ferry going to White beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/272747-beachfront-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/272747-beachfront-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;White beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1100.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2284.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;at our cottage&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1107.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to swim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/Henna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/Henna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;thats me with ma gecko henna tattoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/gudbyegalera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/gudbyegalera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2341.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2349.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;booze&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;TAMARAW FALLS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tamaraw Falls is 45 minutes away from White Beach&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/emote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/emote.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/I_came_i1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/I_came_i1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emote&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1145.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1144.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With my Ambergris officemates&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/DSCN1130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Puerto%20Galera/100_2307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweet dreams are made of this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114608146554250112?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114608146554250112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114560544954814233</id><published>2006-04-21T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T03:31:37.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it !</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;All my bags are packed I am ready to go....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/puerto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/puerto2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Puerto galera 2006&lt;br /&gt;I will be there from April 22 -24.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See yah! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114560544954814233?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114560544954814233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114560544954814233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114560544954814233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114560544954814233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-is-it.html' title='This is it !'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114543590949619595</id><published>2006-04-19T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T16:42:14.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Johari's Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is from &lt;a href="http://www.ferole.blogdrive.com"&gt;Ferdie's blog&lt;/a&gt; which he got from &lt;a href="http://sirahc.blogspot.com/"&gt;Charis:&lt;/a&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on the link : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=Artski"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Johari's Window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view results click here : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=Artski"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Art's Johari's window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114543590949619595?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114543590949619595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114543590949619595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114543590949619595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114543590949619595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/04/joharis-window.html' title='Johari&apos;s Window'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114530981101089352</id><published>2006-04-18T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T06:00:25.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weight gain, blogs of the stars and second hand books</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Probably u guys did enjoy your holy week break.Good for you.Well I did not enjoy mine.After my shift last saturday,I went on a swimming with my family in one of the resorts here in Bulacan.Well I thought this is the break that I needed.I forgot that on a holy week like this, resorts were really crowded with people comin from nearby city.I can adjust to the noise and the crowd but what makes it more unenjoyable is that I've seen a familiar face na ayaw ko na makita.The whole time I was thinking na sana nagstay na lang ako sa bahay.haha.But I am glad I had enough rest and sleep the whole sunday and monday, had quality time with my nieces and family and I eat like there's no tomorrow.I so miss my mom's cooking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am really dead serious of my weight gain goal and going to the gym.The thing is since wala ngang itotone sa katawan ko so ang kailangan kong gawin now is to do everything to add weight on my skinny body.God knows how I wanted to have that lean and tone body esp during summer season.I am actually taking this chinese medicine which was advertised in Pex that promise I would gain weight in just a few weeks time.maybe out of desperation I took the risk of trying it out.Wala namang masama, marami rin namang nagtestify na effective daw.And so I took the drug.True, the first time I took it, maya maya ang pagkain ko.There was a time pa nga na sumakit ang panga ko kakakain.Ganun katindi yung pagiging matakaw ko ngayon.I am on my fourth day of taking it.I have not check my weight yet but I will update u guys about this.haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;Blog hopping, I accidentally bumped into these "blogs of stars." These are online journals of some of local famous personalities (showbiz artists, writers, singers etc.).I am really interested on how they live their lives, not just what we are seeing in Television and what is written on the papers.Stalking is really my fave pasttime.hehe.I just realized I really have a thing for rich and famous people.because I wanted to be one.hahaI think lahat naman tayo ganun, eventhough some of us will not admit it pero at one one point in our lives, naging fan tayo ni (insert name of a showbiz personality here) .Minsan nahihiya lang taung aminin .I am at work so in between my calls and while my customer is on hold , I read some of these blogs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;Ala Paredes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://superbianca.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bianca Gonzales&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/natalie_wood/"&gt;Ciara Sotto&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twistedbyjessicazafra.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jessica Zafra&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://haringliwanag.pansitan.net/"&gt;Jim Paredes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luckymanzano.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lucky Manzano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/sugarcandypop/"&gt;Mich Dulce&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/home.aspx?user=hipstah"&gt;Paula Peralejo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/pinggoy/"&gt;Ping Medina&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/intrigero/"&gt;Quark Henares&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://ala-ism.pansitan.net/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I actually read them randomly so I dont have a personal fave I can recommend.Once I got the time to read 'em all, I will tell you my pick.And by the way I also got the chance to read &lt;a href="http://www.brianboy.com"&gt;Brianboy's blog site &lt;/a&gt;- kakaiba ang lifestyle ng batang ito.Everybody loves Brian boy.hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lastly if u guys know anybody who is interested in buying second hand books,please refer my blog to them.I am selling some of my old books na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Below is the list of those books and their prices.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1.Eleven Minutes by paolo coelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orig. price php255&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.The da Vinci Code by Dan Brown&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orig. price php395&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php300&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.The catcher in the Rye J D salinger &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orig. price php175&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php125&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Ang paboritong Aklat ni Hudas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By Bob OngOrig. price php180&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php150&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban by J K rowling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orig. price php275&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Young blood 2.0&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orig. price php145&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.Ermita: a filipino Novel by F Sionil Jose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orig. price php350&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J K Rowling&lt;br /&gt;Orig. price php375&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php300&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Womenagerie by Jessica Zafra &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orig. price php150&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.Twisted I by Jessica Zafra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orig. price php195&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php150&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.ladlad: An anthology of Philippine gay Writing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Orig. price php150&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Selling price php100&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.The Deep End of the Ocean : Hardboundby jacquelyn Mitchardselling price php100&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If there's someone interested, txt me 0906 359 5102 email:arfelipe@yahoo.com.Please do not forget to leave your contact numbers (phone; cellphone; email add if you have).By the way I can only meet you in either of the three MRT stations unless I am going somewhere near your area.(1)Ayala MRT Station (2) Guadalupe (3) North Avenue Station.Thanks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Till next post guys.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114530981101089352?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114530981101089352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114530981101089352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114530981101089352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114530981101089352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/04/weight-gain-blogs-of-stars-and-second.html' title='weight gain, blogs of the stars and second hand books'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114444457071013803</id><published>2006-04-08T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T05:16:10.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Life Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;They call it the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quarter-life Crisis."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is when you stop going along with the crowd and start realizing that there are a lot of things about yourself that you didn't know and may not like. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You start feeling insecure and wonder where you will be in a year or two, but then get scared because you barely know where you are now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You start realizing that people are selfish and that, maybe, those friends that you thought you were so close to aren't exactly the greatest people you have ever met and the people you have lost touch with are some of the most important ones. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What you do not realize is that they are realizing that too and are not really cold or catty or mean or insincere, but that they are as confused as you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You look at your job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is not even close to what you thought you would be doing or maybe you are looking for one and realizing that you are going to have to start at the bottom and are scared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; You miss the comforts of college, of groups, of socializing with the same people on a constant basis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then you realize that maybe they weren't so great after all. You are beginning to understand yourself and what you want and do not want. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Your opinions have gotten stronger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You see what others are doing and find yourself judging a bit more than usual because suddenly you realize that you have certain boundaries in your life and add things to your list of what is acceptable and what is not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You are insecure and then secure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You laugh and cry with the greatest force of your life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You feel alone and scared and confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Suddenly change is the enemy and you try and cling on to the past with dear life but soon realize that the past is drifting further and further away and there is nothing to do but stay where you are or move forward. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You get your heart broken and wonder how someone you loved could do such damage to you or you lay in bed and wonder why you can't meet anyone decent enough to get to know better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;You love someone but maybe love someone else too and cannot figure out why you are doing this because you are not a bad person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; You go through the same emotions and questions over and over and talk with your friends about the same topics because you cannot seem to make a decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; You worry about loans and money and the future and making a life for yourself and while winning the race would be great, right now you'd just like to be a contender!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; What you may not realize is that everyone reading this relates to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are in our best of times and our worst of times, trying as hard as we can to figure this whole thing out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114444457071013803?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114444457071013803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114444457071013803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114444457071013803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114444457071013803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/04/quarter-life-crisis.html' title='Quarter Life Crisis'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114442578244934673</id><published>2006-04-08T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T00:03:02.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for the day</title><content type='html'>Ang ganda nito.I read this somewhere, hindi kona matandaan kung saan, naisave ko lang sa notepad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" sige maging malungkot ka ngayong gabi, umiyak ka kung gusto mo, dedma ka lang ke lumabas pa uhog mo. Wag mong ipagkait sa sarili mo na maramdaman lahat nang yon...kasi iyon ang nagpapa-tao sayo. At kung bukas may mangyari nang Masaya...maging masaya ka ng todo..humagalpak ka ng todo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114442578244934673?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114442578244934673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114442578244934673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114442578244934673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114442578244934673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/04/thought-for-day.html' title='Thought for the day'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114426044407484593</id><published>2006-04-06T01:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T02:07:24.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>para sayo ang serbey na ito</title><content type='html'>Since I have nothing else better to say or do....I will just post this Friendster survey here.HIndi makapagpost dun sa proxy na gamit ko eh:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Wat song are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i am not listening to any song.i am at work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Color you are wearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Now, who's on ur mind?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; some summer fling hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Now, what lyrics do you like so much?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You First believe beautiful mushy song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Where do you feel like going now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. What movie do you want to watch?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Ice Age 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Now, what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i wanna break from work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Current mood right now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; bored and sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; the 6th of january&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Where did you buy ur bag/s?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; divisoria/refill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. where did you buy ur pencil box?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; sa bookstore ng bayan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. How was your day today?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; ok naman. nakatulog ng five hours,met up with a cyber friend and petiks lang sa work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAST:&lt;br /&gt;1. Last time you fell in love?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; tagal na, i miss the feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Last movie you watched? with whom?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Brokeback Mountain with japoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last shirt you wore before the shirt you'rewearing now?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; its a white shirt, the usual pambahay get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Last thing you held?&gt; mouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Last place you've been to.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Apartment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Last dream&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i don't dream recently. i wonder why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Last call you received?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a customer reporting for a power outage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Last testi you got?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; badboybitch testi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Last message you got in friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; some stalker asking for my cell no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. last sms you got?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a forwarded message from inthedarkness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. last thing you did?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; drank a can of coke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. last present u got?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; hmm.a friendship bracelet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. last present you gave to someone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.last issue u read in the newspaper?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dont get the chance to read the papers these days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE LIFE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Who's the first person you fell in love with?&gt; up to now i haven't figured out who's genuinelythe first one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.How many girls/boys did you like before?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; a lot. cannot count na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opps, walang no. 3?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.What can you say about the special person youhave now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; no special person yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMMON:1. is it easy for ppl to see that u have a mood swing?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; of kors yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. do u take long baths??&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i dont think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. do u eat veggies?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4). Are ya lazy?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; i think.sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5). Playstation?&gt; yep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114426044407484593?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114426044407484593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114426044407484593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114426044407484593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114426044407484593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/04/para-sayo-ang-serbey-na-ito_06.html' title='para sayo ang serbey na ito'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114408437917699107</id><published>2006-04-04T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T04:17:21.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when galera becomes laguna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am back from vacation mode, hehe.You all know that I went on 2 day vacation leave (gee, its all over my blog).I did enjoy my leave however I was a little disappointed when I knew that the galera getaway will not push through.Unfortunately my college friends changed their plans and we ended up in some private pool somewhere in Pansol Laguna.I never been to galera that is why was really excited, you can just imagine the disappointment I felt.I thought I will really be upset the whole time but I was wrong - sobrang nagenjoy pa rin ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only eight of my blockmates were able to make it - Rudy (class pres), Eugene, randy, Angel, Joan, Ice (but she's with her bf though), Florizel, and argel.Still I had fun.Btw,Most of them are working in call center just like me.So were group of 10 callboys and callgirls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kodakan,kulitan, okrayan,sun-bathing, swimming, booze-drinking, food tripping,videoke galore,and dancing we're all that we need to get away from everything in the city.So these are the highlights of that Pansol Taralets reunion/gimik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On day one, we wasted our time looking for a place na mura pero maganda.At siyempre kailangan 'yung may TV para mapanood ang Pinoy Big Brother.Dumayo pa ng Laguna manood ng PBB hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang mamahal na ng private pool sa Laguna.'Yung nakuha namin is php9000, and we only stayed there from 10pm to 5 pm the next day.Buti na lang sinagot ni Rudy yung ibang expenses.On peak daw kasi ngayon,kaya kahit masama loob namin sa sobrang mahal niya, tumuloy pa rin kami.Nakakapanghinayang yung galera namin, kasi halos ganun din ang amount na magagastos.Natawa ko kay argel,because he kept on asking the whole time "ano kaya kung nasa galera tayo?"Disappointed din siyang katulad ko.hehe.So to cut it short, gabi na nung nakahanap kami ng place, it was 10pm na, tapos bumili pa at nagprepare pa kami ng food.We still had the chance to see Pinoy Big Brother. Congratulations keanna Reeves for winng PBB celebrity Edition.Fanatic hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On 12 midnight till 6am swimming na, inuman tsismisan,at kuwentuhan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this open forum, where everyone will have the chance to ask you personal question.At first I was really nervous kung ano tatanong nila.But I was also surprised myself that I was able to answer them directly, as in with all honestly.I will not divulge the questions they asked me but I am just so happy that naging totoo ko sa kanila.And I hope wala ngang makalabas sa mga sinabi ko sa kanila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on day 2, we had some refresher Course on parlor games / Kiddie games.As in lahat yata ng larong pambata naisip namin dr. quack quack, shagidi shagidi,charades, pinoy henyo, one to three pass, agawan base, open the basket.Sobrang nakakatuwa.The rest of the day,were spent on picture taking, sobrang mga camera whore yung mga kasama ko.hehe.3 of them may digital cameras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Pic0021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Pic0021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/taralets3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/taralets3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PLM CS BLK 3 Reunion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Somewhere in Pansol Laguna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;April 1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left laguna 4pm and I got home 9pm.manonood pa sana ako nung wedding special ni Claudine at raymart pero nakatulugan ko na.hehe.nagising na ko 12 pm the next day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I almost forgot that it was Nicole's (my niece) Kiddie Birthday Party.She just turned one year old today.So from Bulacan I went to Valenzuela para umatand ng birthday party.Nakakatuwang, nakalungkot na umattend ng ganitong kiddie party.Nakakatuwa dahil napakaraming bata na sobrang kukulit. Pero attending a kiddie party like this will also remind me, that i am not getting any younger.May ganun?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tapos yung Jollibee mascot sabi ng ate ko may gusto daw sakin.Paano ba naman pagpasok na pagpasok niya lumapit kaagad sa akin at gusto akong ikiss.Tapos nung sumasayaw siya, lumapit uli sakin, lumuhod pa talaga, inaaya ako sumayaw.Pero magaling sumayaw yung mascot, dancer talaga. I have this feeling na bading yung nasa loob ng mascott na yun.hehe.pagkatapos ng birthday, diretso na ko apartment, natulog lang ng one hour then pasok na uli sa work.And here I am at work. Blogging as usual hehe.I so miss my officemates but not the toxic calls and irate callers that we have.=P &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There , that's how I spent my weekend.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114408437917699107?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114408437917699107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114408437917699107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114408437917699107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114408437917699107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-galera-becomes-laguna.html' title='when galera becomes laguna'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114358704820097666</id><published>2006-03-29T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:18:30.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of blog skin, idle time and da vinci code</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i like the new look of my blog now.thanks to photokicho.com for the blogskin.I think the layout is nice though the butterfly background (or is that moth?) seems to be so feminine to me.hehe.What do u guys think?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We are receiving low volume of calls this week.so we really have a lot of idle time.That will explain why I still can do some crappy stuff like this.i love this life.Less stress for me. imagine just had two calls on my shift last Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes it is also not good when u have a lot of idle time and spend most of it surfing non work related websites.I am afraid that it may take my focus off and destroy my performance at work.Minsan pag may mahirap na call, bigla na lang nagblablangko ang isip ko.haha.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was surprised to see Jam working here at the office.He is already at HR doing interviews and screening for applicants.jam is a friend and an orgmate(youth on Fire) back in college. I am just so happy to finally see someone familiar working here.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;We might move out already from our current apartment and were looking for a new one.Paano sobrang init at hirap matulog ngaun dun.kahit saan naman yata.Were just going to consume our deposit and by mid April hopefully we will able to see a new crib.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am currently reading The Vinci Code. I am planning to watch it on the big screen but i wanted to make sure that I read the book first.I heard a lot of raves about the book.Let me see kung ano meron dito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114358704820097666?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114358704820097666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114358704820097666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114358704820097666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114358704820097666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/03/of-blog-skin-idle-time-and-da-vinci.html' title='of blog skin, idle time and da vinci code'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114356522215498581</id><published>2006-03-29T00:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T01:00:22.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ganda ng song na 'to.hehe.Mushy mood na naman.I heard it over the radio  kanina so I googled the lyrics. This song was originally done by Kenny latimore.I think this was revived by jed madela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For you I give a lifetime of stability,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Anything you want of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nothing is impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For you there are no words or ways to show my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Or all the thoughts I'm thinking of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Cause this life is no good alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Since we've become one I've made a change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Everything I do now makes sense, all roads end,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All I do is for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For you I share the cup of love that overflows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And anyone who knows us knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That I would change all faults I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For you there is no low or high or in between&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Of my heart that you haven't seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Cause I share all I have and am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nothing I've said's hard to understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And all I feel I feel deeper still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And always will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All this love is for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Every not that I play, every word I might say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Every melody I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Are only for you and your appeal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Every page that I write, everyday of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Would not be filled without the things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;That my love for you now brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For you I'd make a promise of fidelity,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Now and for eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No one could replace this vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For you I'd take your hand and heart and everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And add to them a wedding ring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;'Cause this life is no good alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Since we've become one you're all I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And if this feeling should leave I'd die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And here's why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All I am is for you&lt;br /&gt;Everything I do know makes sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;All roads end and all I do....Is for youoh yeah for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114356522215498581?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114356522215498581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114356522215498581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114356522215498581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114356522215498581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/03/ganda-ng-song-na-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114342587107953610</id><published>2006-03-27T09:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T10:17:51.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>take me to the beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swimming na swimming na ko pero I am not sure kung matutuloy kami sa Puerto Galera sa Friday.Although we have been planning these a few weeks ago pa.Nagfile na ko ng leave for that pero mukhang kakaunti lang ang sasama sa mga college friends ko.I think I deserve a break, this is the time to unwind and feel the beach ,sand and the sun.So in the meantime enjoy ko na lang muna ang mga view na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img1.travelblog.org/Photos/2934/7134/t/46585-White-Beach-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="138" alt="" src="http://img1.travelblog.org/Photos/2934/7134/t/46585-White-Beach-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stardnalu.blogs.friendster.com/photos/chuchubels/sunset_in_galera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="177" alt="" src="http://stardnalu.blogs.friendster.com/photos/chuchubels/sunset_in_galera.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wetexpedition.de/bilder-2005/webtamarawfalls/web0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wetexpedition.de/bilder-2005/webtamarawfalls/web0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wetexpedition.de/bilder-2005/webtamarawfalls/web0206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lakbaypilipinas.com/travel_philippines/puerto_galera/images/puerto_galera.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="169" alt="" src="http://www.lakbaypilipinas.com/travel_philippines/puerto_galera/images/puerto_galera.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pure Shores&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All saints&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OST The Beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've crossed the deserts for miles, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;swam water for time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Searching places to find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A piece of something to call mine(I'm comin', I'm comin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A piece of something to call mine(I'm comin', comin' closer to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ran along many moors, walked through many doors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The place where I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is the place I can call mine(I'm comin', I'm comin')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Is the place I can call mine(I'm comin', comin' closer to you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm movin', I'm comin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can you hear what I hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's calling you my dear, out of reach(Take me to the beach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can hear it calling youI'm comin', not drowning, swimming closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Never been here before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm intrigued, I'm unsure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm searching for more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've got something that's all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've got something that's all mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Take me somewhere I can breathe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I've got so much to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;This is where I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;In a place I can call mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;n a place I can call mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm movin', I'm comin'&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear what I hear?&lt;br /&gt;It's calling you my dear, out of reach(Take me to the beach)&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it calling youI'm comin', not drowning, swimming closer to you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Movin', comin', can you hear what I hear?(Hear it out of reach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hear it calling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Swimming closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Many faces I have seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Many places I have been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Walked deserts, swam shores (coming closer to you)&lt;br /&gt;Many faces I have known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Many ways in which I've grown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Moving closer on my own(Coming closer to you)&lt;br /&gt;I'm movin', I feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm comin', not drowning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm movin', I feel itI'm comin', not drowning&lt;br /&gt;I'm movin', I'm comin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Can you hear what I hear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;It's calling you my dear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;out of reach(Take me to the beach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can hear it calling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm comin', not drowning, swimming closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh(Take me to my beach)&lt;br /&gt;I'm movin', I'm comin'Can you hear what I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;?It's calling you my dear, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;out of reach(Take me to the beach)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I can hear it calling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm comin', not drowning, swimming closer to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114342587107953610?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114342587107953610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114342587107953610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114342587107953610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114342587107953610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/03/take-me-to-beach.html' title='take me to the beach'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114254105688946419</id><published>2006-03-17T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T04:30:56.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usapang kaperahan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dunno if it has something to do with being old and mature but I am now getting conscious when it comes to spending. really have to start applying a couple of tactics to save money.Kung may course nga lang sa money saving, I'll take several units of it.I have been working for about two years pero unfortunately kakaunti pa lang ang naipon ko.ewan ko siguro its about time na maging concious na ako sa pagastos ko.Ngayon I will keep track na lahat ng bibilhin ko at pag maglalabas ako ng pera, I'll make sure na kailangan ko talaga yung bibilhin ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month approximately heto ang gastusin ko.:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apartment - 1500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Telephone bill-800&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Food-4000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Transpo-500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;bigay kay nanay -2000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Load sa cellphone-500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Luho (damit, spa, gimik,grocery personal stuff) -2000&lt;br /&gt;Total 11300 almost 12000.actually sobrang waldas talaga ako sa pera.Lalo na sa pagkain.Obviously dahil yun ang pinakamalaki kong gastusin.roughly yan ang nagagastos ko.hindi ko naman talaga natatrack yung .pero ngaun tracker na ito kung tracker.hehe.I actually started tracking my expenses and saving this week.sana wa g ako magningas kugon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here's what I will do para makatipid.I got some of these suggestions from friends and ung iba, inisip ko.sana maisakatuparan ko silang lahat.hehehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Bumili ng alkansiya at ilagay lahat ng coins para makaipon.Hindi na lang pala ako bibili ng alkansiya, sa Pringles can or Bote ng mineral water ko na lang ilalagay.gastos pa pag bumili ng alkansiya eh.hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.magbukas ng savings acct,ung walang atm para mahirapan kang withdrawin.every sweldo maglagay ng 1000php.i will open a new account on Tuesday once I receive my salary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3.Gamitin lang ang credit card for emergency.Actually hindi ko naman talaga ginagamit CC ko, utang pa rin yun.At hindi ko naman ugali mangutang eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4.Magbaon at wag nang kumain sa fastfood or restaurant.Doon na lang ako kakain sa leona's canteen, yung turo turo na malapit sa apartment.O kaya makikikain na lang ako sa may officemate na may baon.Kapal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5.maglalakad na lang ako papunta sa work at pauwi sa apartment.Php7.50 rin pag sumakay ng jeep.At exercise din yun pag naglakad ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6.Iwasan na ang madalas na paggimik, panonood ng sine pagkatapos ng shift at paglalakwatsa sa weekend.magstay na lang sa bahay.Maglaro ng PC game, umarkila ng DVD.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7.hindi na iinom ng kape sa starbucks, ang mahal ng kape nila hehe.At masama ang madalas na pagkakape.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8.I learned this 7-2-1 rule sa peyups.com which I think is really useful:"&lt;em&gt;follow the 7-2-1 rule" or something. Basta 70% of your income is pwedeng gastahin, 20% ay kailangang i-save for whatever you will need in the future (buy celfon, computer) and yung 10% hindi mo dapat gagalawin (pwede kung emergency) para pagtanda mo ay meron ka talagang savings."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.Iwasang pumunta sa mall,bookstore , ukay, divisoria at quiapo.Dito nauubos ang pera ko eh, pagbili ng damit, DVDs at libro.Kung pwede manghihiram na lang ako DVDs at libro.At yung mga damit ko, dapat paubrahin ko na.Laba lang ang kailangan nun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.wag na muna manlibre.Wag magpadaan sa kantiyaw o pressur na nagpapalibre.Kung pwede magpalibre,by all means magpalibre.dagdagan ang kapal ng mukha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.wag muna pumasok sa relationship.magastos ang dates at panonood ng sine.lalo na pag maluho at materyalaistic yung buddy/kadate mo hehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.magdala lang ng tama pag aalis ng bahay.pamasahe at allowance.Iwan ang atm para wag matempt gumastos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.The best tip I got:" dont spend more than you earn."no explanation needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensiya na yung iba jan, nahaluan lang ng kalokohan.Pero promise seryoso ako sa pagtitipid na to.Teka isip pa ko at magtatanong pa ko ng ibang tips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114254105688946419?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114254105688946419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114254105688946419' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114254105688946419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114254105688946419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/03/usapang-kaperahan.html' title='Usapang kaperahan'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114236396753874189</id><published>2006-03-15T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T03:19:27.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Google Image Search</title><content type='html'>Walang maipost so might as well try this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this image search thingie from Cindy's blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Instructions: Use the picture you like best from the first page of the search results on Google Image.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The city and state of the town where you grew up, no quotation marks. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cleanfun.cz/personal/travel/images/olongb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://cleanfun.cz/personal/travel/images/olongb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://usssabalo.org/PC-ClubRio_OwensJ.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The town where you currently reside &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bulacan.gov.ph/balagtas/images/front5x3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand" height="116" alt="" src="http://www.bulacan.gov.ph/balagtas/images/front5x3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your name, first and last, but no quotes. Or, if you can't get anything based on the blog name or your real name (any variant), use your maiden name or some another funny-sounding name. &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/5830/RAHNE.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand" height="126" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/5830/RAHNE.GIF" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your grandmother's name.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gislab.fiu.edu/smc/discography_photos/jpgR/photo_R_806.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand" height="89" alt="" src="http://gislab.fiu.edu/smc/discography_photos/jpgR/photo_R_806.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gislab.fiu.edu/smc/discography_photos/jpgR/photo_R_806.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your favorite food. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.washtimes.com/photos/full/20050712-084255-4677.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://images.washtimes.com/photos/full/20050712-084255-4677.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your favorite drink&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nature-photography.co.za/mango_2941.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.nature-photography.co.za/mango_2941.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestar.com.my/kuali/recipes/f_mango2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your favorite smell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://afpub.chez-alice.fr/Parfums/Issey%20Miyake%20H.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand" height="250" alt="" src="http://afpub.chez-alice.fr/Parfums/Issey%20Miyake%20H.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Your favorite song. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://people.lulu.com/storage/users/831/107831/images/18538/medium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px" height="225" alt="" src="http://people.lulu.com/storage/users/831/107831/images/18538/medium.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;O cia trabaho na uli ako.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114236396753874189?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114236396753874189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114236396753874189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114236396753874189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114236396753874189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/03/google-image-search.html' title='Google Image Search'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114235961270078245</id><published>2006-03-15T01:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T02:06:52.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer halo halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hay, late ako ng twenty minutes sa work ngayon.unfortunately,stupid me,i forgot to turn on the alarm clock of my cellphone bago ako matulog.Pagmulat ng mata ko at pagtingin ko sa wall clock,alas dose na...laking pasalamat ko dahil advance siya ng kinse minutos.pero teka muna,alas dose ang shift ko!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ang mga sumunod na pangyayari ay mistulang pinagsamang amazing race at extra challenge.Pagbangon ko,diretso sa banyo, buhos agad.'yung dating dalawang sabunan ay isang sabunan na lang o kalahating sabunan (kung meron ganun).kaunting shampoo, buhos ng maraming tubig.Pagkatapos ay nagtoothbrush,kinuha yung unang pantalon at t-shirt na nahugot ko sa aparador.wala nang pakialam kung lukot ba ito o hindi.nagbihis,nagayos at nagsuklay pagkatapos ay tumakbo palabas ng bahay...run kung run itu.kung pwede nga lang lumipad eh gagawin ko makarating lang sa office.At labag man sa kalooban ko eh kelangan ko na magtaxi dahil patay na naman ang ako sa TC ko pag nalaman na thirty minutes akong late.habang nasa taxi ay napaisip ako, nakalimutan ko yata maglagay ng deodorant.ahehehe.sobrang ayoko ng ganitong buhay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sampung buwan na akong hindi natutulog kasi naman ang ingay ng aming kapitbahay pag gabi disco house at videoke kaya sorry na lang kung wala ako sa sarili mahal kita pero miss na miss  ko na ang aking kama ..." - kama Supra by Eraserheads&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang hirap matulog pa ngaun. i seriously have bad sleeping disorder.Ang average no. of hours na nakatulog ako is 5-6 hours lang.The reason for this is una,mainit sa apartment,pangalawa sobrang hilig manood ng TV ng isa kong housemate.Mula TV patrol hanggang PBB yata pinapanood nun ,isama mo pa ang Etheria at jewel in the Palace.dahil maingay siyempre mahirap matulog.Pangatlo, hindi ako kagad nakakatulog, kelangan ko pa magbasa at makinig ng music para lang makatulog.At kapag nagkakuwentuhan pa ng mga kasama ko sa bahay, ayan na mahihirapan na ko matulog.sa isang katulad ko na nagtatrabaho sa call center,sobrang napakahalaga ng tulog.namimiss ko na rin matulog sa gabi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post ko lang ito.This was just forwarded to me by my team captain.Misconception about people working in call center.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Call Center episode from ABS-CBN's "The Correspondents" --UNF AIR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call center "Mataas na sweldo, magaan na trabaho, no age limit at hindi rin kailangang college graduate.  Ang tanging requirement, ganda ng boses at galing sa pagsasalita.  'Ika nga ng iba, "in" ka kapag nasa call center ka.  Pero paano kung ang kapalit ng magadnang sweldo at iba't ibang benepisyo, ay ang kanilang kalusugan at kaligtasan? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;  That is the article at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://abs-cbsnews.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;em&gt;abs-cbsnews.com &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;about their feature in The Correspondents about call centers and their employees. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  Sad to say, Gigi Grande and the producers who conceptualized the said episode was not able to capture the truth behind call centers and their employees.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;magaan na trabaho&lt;/strong&gt; -- this is a misconception that a lot of people have about call centers. this is work, serious work and not playtime. as call center agents we are the frontliners of some of the biggest companies around the world. we handle their first line of defense for their businnes, Customer Service. we Filipinos who work in call centers represent these companies to their consumers and we filipinos can spell the success or downfall of these business just on how we deal with their consumers 24/7 and that is not an easy task. the reason why call centers thrive in the philippines is because filipinos have good customer service skills. we are professional workers and we give everything a 100%. i salute all the call center employees who make this feat possible. it means jobs and job security to the filipinos who wanted to work in their own country.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no age limit&lt;/strong&gt; -- because call centers are equal opportunity employers. they do not set limitations to people's ability to work. it is only here in the philippines where we put an age limit to applications. it really does not matter what age the applicant is as long as they can still deliver quality performance. it is called diversity.    hindi rin kailangang college graduate - for cheap call centers maybe, not for the big ones. we encourage our applicants to finish college first before applying. they may also be assisted through schedule requests if they want to continue studying while still employed.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang tanging requirement, ganda ng boses at galing sa pagsasalita&lt;/strong&gt; -- for radio stations yes. not for call center. we are not DJs. we also require high IQ and intelligence in call centers. For example, Wil Ison, the 24 yo manager who was featured in The Correpondents. You did not even applaude him for reaching that position in such a young age. if he was employed in a bank, he will only become a manager if he kissed enough bossess ass or because he is already 50 years old. People like Wil were promoted because they are good employees. Most of the call centers have internal application processes that enables the employees to apply for higher position highliting their performance and capabilities and not who their friends are and whose ass they just wiped.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 'Ika nga ng iba, "in" ka kapag nasa call center ka.&lt;/strong&gt; - this is not a fad. we are working, we pay our taxes, we are productive citizens of this country. we chose to stay and earn here in our own country rather than go abroad and contribute to the brain drain. we earn a lot beacuse we work hard. we are thankful for the good education we were provided by our parents that gave us the competencies we have now. we are working for multinational companies and we get promoted. most of us 21-30 years old and we are managers, supervisors and senior managers.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;we may not be doctors or lawyers but at least we are not corrupt. we are productive and we make sure that our families and our future families will not be included with the uneducated, paid rallyists in EDSA, who do not even understand why they are there. we are not a burden to the government, they should even be thankful because it is our tax, the middle class tax, that makes it possible for the Philippines to stay alive. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  instead of potraying us as obese, smoking insomiacs....why not thank us? applaude our achievements, be proud that we are very good with what we do that's why investors come in to the philippines. ask the government to provide security to the employees who have different schedules from the normal 9-5 workers? ask them to take care of us and in return we will work harder, show the companies that it is worth investing in the Philippines, we will continue to pay our taxes and slowly but surely help our country progress.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by Menice Yap Call Center Supervisor Pasig City&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my humble opinion, medyo hindi nga naging fair 'yung show sa paglalahad ng buhay naming mga nagtatrabaho sa call center.Marami naman talaga ang minamaliit ang trabaho namin pero sa totoo wala na kong pakialam sa iniisip nila.Una, maswerte ako dahil hindi ako kabilang sa unemployed pouplation ng bansang ito, pangalawa marangal ang trabahong ginagawa namin at pangatlo hindi lahat nabibigyan ng pagkakataon na magtrabaho sa call center.Marami pa rin college graduate ang hirap makapasok sa industriyang ito.At hindi lang galing sa pagsasalita ng Ingles ang kailangan mo, katulad ng ibang trabaho,kailangan mo rin dito ng  disiplina, tiyaga at talino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114235961270078245?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114235961270078245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114235961270078245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114235961270078245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114235961270078245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/03/summer-halo-halo.html' title='summer halo halo'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114175439226249601</id><published>2006-03-08T01:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T01:59:52.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're Beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;James Blunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;My life is brilliant.&lt;br /&gt;My love is pure.&lt;br /&gt;I saw an angel.&lt;br /&gt;Of that I'm sure.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled at me on the subway.&lt;br /&gt;She was with another man.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I've got a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yeah, she caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As we walked on by.&lt;br /&gt;She could see from my face that I was,&lt;br /&gt;F**king high,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again,&lt;br /&gt;But we shared a moment that will last till the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I saw you face in a crowded place,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful. You're beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you.&lt;br /&gt;But it's time to face the truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will never be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114175439226249601?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114175439226249601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114175439226249601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114175439226249601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114175439226249601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/03/youre-beautiful-james-blunt-my-life-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-114132983053967352</id><published>2006-03-03T03:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T04:03:50.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Angtagal ko ring hindi nagblog.Nakakamiss din pala.Hindi naman ako naging busy, wala lang talaga akong gana magsulat nitong nakaraang buwan.Madalas nagbabasa lang ako ng mga blog ng mga kakilala at kaibigan.Tinitignan kong ano na nangyayari sa kanila.Actually angdami kong gustong isulat ,ang dami kong gustong sabihin pero ayaw makicoooperate ng utak ko.hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gezondheidsmanagement.nl/upload/illustraties/000000254493_L1%20lazy%20worker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="183" alt="" src="http://www.gezondheidsmanagement.nl/upload/illustraties/000000254493_L1%20lazy%20worker.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo masaya na ang atmosphere ngaun sa office.A lot of changes happened.Major changes I mean..And the changes really made all of us happy.First, the management gave us free internet access.Ngaun nakakaaccess na ako ng Friendster,Pex at Blogs dito sa work.Nakakapagchat rin ako using MSN, YM at Mirc.Astig di ba?They also provide us a new MMS capable cellphone.Although hindi siya high end, ang habol ko naman dun is ung free 500 load na binibigay nila every month.And the best of all the changes is increase sa salary namin.Marami ang hindi na magreresign dahil sa increase na ito.Probably the management realized how difficult outr position is,since we are handling sup calls and sobrang daming irate callers namin.Medyo malaki rin ung increase, aside from the allowance that they will give us.Hindi na talaga ako magreresign talaga kung ganito kasaya ang buhay.hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gabriellas.com/images/cartoon_beach.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" height="197" alt="" src="http://www.gabriellas.com/images/cartoon_beach.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wohoo,It's already summer .My fave season of the year.para namang angdami nating seasonnoh?hehe.Meg and some of our officemates were planning to go to galera probably mid march and On April reunion naman ng college friends sa galera din.I have never been to Galera so I am really excited about it.I am also planning to go to baguio.Actually dapat pupunta ko nung Panagbenga pero sobrang dami ng tao nung time na yun so I don't think mageenjoy ako.Basta March or April or May, pupunta ako Baguio kahit ano mangyari.hehe.sana matuloy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now I know how it feels to have a pseudo-relationship.Sana I chose to be single na lang hindi ung ganitong malabo ang relationship na pinasok ko.Kaya nga sa friendster ang status na nakalagay sakin is "it's complicated."Dahil it is really complicated.Hay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Madalas na yata ang atake ng depression sakin ngaun.Sobrang nagiging emotional na rin ako&lt;a href="http://www.sonachigroup.com/SAD_CARTOON2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 70px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px" height="251" alt="" src="http://www.sonachigroup.com/SAD_CARTOON2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ngaun.Like nung tinignan ko ung Friendster profile nung ex gf (its actually an ex some years ago)ko and I found out na may anak at asawa na siya, bigla na lang ako at nalungkot.Bigla ko rin siyang namiss.Bigla ko ring naisip na sana anak naming dalawa ung bata.haha.isa na itong kabaliwan at hindi depresyon.At sana kaming dalawa pa.Pero malabo na mangyari un.I am so happy dahil kahit paano naalala niya pa rin ako.The other night naman while listening to some mushy music ay bigla na lang akong naiyak.tapos sabi ng ibang kaibigan nagiging matampuhin na rin ako sa mga simpleng bagay.Like simple favors na hindi naibibigay sakin.This is not me.hehe.Pero I try not to mind this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nagkakaproblem na rin ako sa health ko ngaun.Nahihirapan ako umihi, baka daw may UTI ako sabi nung friend ko.Hindi naman ako nagpipigil umihi pero ewan ko kung bakit ako nagkaroon nito.Siguro dapat nga magpacheck up na ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.martingonzales.com/blog/wp-content/pbb_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 61px" height="120" alt="" src="http://www.martingonzales.com/blog/wp-content/pbb_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hindi na ko updated ngaun sa mga TV shows at movies.kay Ferdie lang ako nakikiupdate sa blog niya.The last movie I saw was Brokeback Mountain.Medyo recent rin naman kahit paano. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/b/images/brokeback-mountain-poster-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="322" alt="" src="http://thecia.com.au/reviews/b/images/brokeback-mountain-poster-0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone's watching PBB celebrity edition?Totoo ba na nagcome out na si Rustom padilla.hehe.Care niyo di ba?&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;O cg saka na ibang kuwento, magtatrabaho muna ko.=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-114132983053967352?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/114132983053967352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=114132983053967352' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114132983053967352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/114132983053967352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-random-thoughts.html' title='random random thoughts'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-113798140502643789</id><published>2006-01-23T09:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T09:56:45.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2006 first entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I dunno where would I start.maybe i should greet everyone a happy new year!=)Hope u guys started the year right.Well,I just turned a year older last january 6.To those who remembered thanks a lot.gaya ng dati,I didn't celebrate my birthday.I didnt feel like celebrating it for some reasons.I just filed my birthday leave on that day but I never went out with friends or family.natulog lang ako maghapon sa bahay.What a great way to celebrate a birthday right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Medyo nababagot na ko sa mga nangyayari sa kin ngayon.Sa work,half of the agents from our team are planning to resign by the end of the month.Sobrang contagious pala talaga ung feeling ng pagkawalang gana kapag may kasama ka sa work na hindi na motivated sa ginagawa niya at wala kang naririnig kundi mga reklamo.Ikaw na rin mismo napapaisip ka, kailangan mo na rin ba umalis sa kompanya?masaya ka pa ba sa ginagawa mo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had a meeting with the account's Site Director and Operations manager a week ago.Sinabi namin lahat ng hinaing namin sa kanila.Pinagusapan namin yung mga isyu tungkol sa salary, benefits, yung status namin sa company at yung pamamalakad ng ibang mga head dito.Umabot siguro ng 4 oras yung diskusyon na yon.Siyempre nauwi na naman sa maraming pangako ang lahat.Dinaan na naman sa magaganda at matatamis na salita.pero naiwan kaming may mga tanong pa rin na naghihintay ng kasagutan.Umaasa na sana masagot pa ang mga katanungan na iyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nung nakaraang taon, kasabay ng pagkapromote ko sinabi na sa amin na magkakaroon ng increase sa salary.At may additional incentive na ibibigay sa amin.Pero nangaling na mismo sa bibig ng mga boss na mukhang malabo ng mangyari yun.Pero gagawa sila ng paraan.marahil nasabi lang nila yun para pagaanain ang loob namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Naging emosyonal pa ang iba sa amin, kasi bihira lang kasi kami pinapakinggan.Ang tanging hingahan namin ng sama ng loob eh yung mga katrabaho namin.Noon lang kami nabigyan ng pagkakataon na sabihin yung niloob namin.bago maganap yung meeting na 'yun, marami talagang galit, meron pang pagkakataon na gusto naming maglog out na lang nang sabay sabay at wag sumagot ng tawag.nagkapatong patong na kasi yung mga isyu at problema,na wala man lang pumapansin at hindi man lang napaguusapan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Talagang mahirap umalis sa kompanyang ito.Ilang beses ko na itong naisulat sa blog ko, mahirap iwan yung mga tao dito, yung pagsamamahan mahirap tumbasan.marami sa mga kabatch ko noon na lumipat sa iba pero gusto pa ring bumalik.Hindi kasi mapapalitan ng pera 'yung samahan at kultura,kahit pa may mga ilan ka rin namang maipipintas na hindi maganda.nakita ko yun dahil ilang call center na rin ang napasukan ko at ito ang pinakamatagal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hindi ko pa alam kung itutuloy ko yung pagaapply ko sa QA at sa command (call ctr coordinator).Nagdadalawang isip pa ako kahit ang deadline ng application nito ay ngayong linggo.Naisip ko kasi baka nababagot na rin ako dahil masyado ng routine ang ginagawa ko araw araw.Siguro kung ibang trabaho naman, maging iba naman ang takbo ng lahat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pasensiya na sa mga nagbabasa ng blog ko,kung wala akong masayang maikuwento sa ngayon.Kung tutuusin,sa work pa lang yan dami ko pang issues sa ibang bagay,lalo pa sa personal life.Saka ko na isusulat yun.medyo mahaba habang oras ang kailangan ko para isulat yun.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway,kudos to manny pacquiao for winning the boxing rematch with eric morales.astig!hehe wala lang..and also congratulations to kris lawrence for winning the search for star in a million season 2.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-113798140502643789?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/113798140502643789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=113798140502643789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113798140502643789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113798140502643789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2006/01/2006-first-entry.html' title='2006 first entry'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-113432763059124971</id><published>2005-12-12T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T03:21:09.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'>xmas wish list</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;How fast time flies,Christmas is just around the corner.I am finished doin my Christmas list and all but I havent started doin any christmas shopping yet.I should have done that this week but because of the crappy weather, I decided just to do it after I got my 13th month pay which I hope will be given this week.I'm so lazy to go out since its raining hard since Friday.I dunno if will still have moolah after I'm done splurging for Xmas gifts for some friends and relatives.But its okay, christmas is more of giving so I should be a cheerful giver.=)But just to make myself feel good, I made my Xmas wish list ,so if you guys planning to give me a gift, I wont give you a hard time thinking for one.Kidding.Here it goes: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1. I wish to get myself a new aircondition for my room &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2. A Sony NW - HD5 MP3 Player &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3. A new puppy or kahit anong pet &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. A good album of my fave R and B artist &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5. Sneakers anything red or blue &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6. Jacket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7. Sony Cybershot Digicam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8. Any book by my fave author Paolo Coelho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;9. Magic sing videoke Mic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10. DVD collection of HP or LOTR or Star Wars &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;11. New pair of jeans &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;12. any Refill apparel &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;13. messenger bag &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;14.a new speaker for my PC &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;15.Hugs and Kisses from some friends hehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isip pa ko dami eh.Libre naman mangarap.ahehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-113432763059124971?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/113432763059124971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=113432763059124971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113432763059124971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113432763059124971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2005/12/xmas-wish-list.html' title='xmas wish list'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-113432544999263569</id><published>2005-12-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:24:10.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-113432544999263569?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/113432544999263569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=113432544999263569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113432544999263569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113432544999263569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2005/12/empty.html' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-113375926735379596</id><published>2005-12-05T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T13:07:47.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wish I can write a poem as good as this.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TULOG&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumama na yata sa dugo ko ang gatas na ininom ko kanina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ngunit hanggang ngayo’y di pa rin ako dalawin ng antok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kahit anong lamig pa ang dala ng gabi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bakit ikaw,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;itinumba mo ang matapang na kape, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pero hayan at malayang namamaluktot,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; yakap ang matigas na unan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pinapanood kita sa yong pagbiling-biling sa nilamutak na kutson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at sa lumalalim mong pagtulog habang hinuhukay ko mag-isaang gabing iyon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; nabibingi rin ako sa hagok ng iyong paghilik -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hudyat na nagtagumpay ka na naman at narating ang mga panaginip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mag-isa ka na namang nakapaglakbaysa mga pangarap na dapat tayong dalawa ang aabot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nangako naman akong sasamahan kita kahit saan &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ngunit bakit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hanggang sa panaginip di mo ako kayang pagtiwalaan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iniwan mo na naman akong nakatunganga… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;naghihintaysa pagbabalik ng yong ulirat…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nag-aabang na sana’y bigla kang&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;maalimpungatan at makita mong gising pa pala ako sa tabi mo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at tila kuwagong nakamasid sa ‘yong paghimlay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naghihintayna kahit pakunwari, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kahit pasinghal pa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kahit walang anumang lambing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sabihin mo sa akin, “tulog na tayo”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;By dead poet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pinoy Exchange Arts and Literature Forum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Post Your Poem here Thread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Dec 27, 2003&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(*Posted without the author's permission hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-113375926735379596?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/113375926735379596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=113375926735379596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113375926735379596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113375926735379596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-wish-i-can-write-poem-as-good-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-113359015374035546</id><published>2005-12-03T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T22:44:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy week that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is one sluggish week.I did not feel like working so I made every excuse I can think of so to avoid taking in toxic calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This is how lazy boy worked this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I went to work last monday,I was really sleepy so I slept the whole shift.hehe.I slept while the customer was on hold,I slept while on break, I slept when there was no call.I slept big time like I never sleep for ages.I have been caught a lot of times but good thing I am good in making alibis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Tuesday,though I know I can still work I complained about my sore throat and "fever" then went to the company's clinic to avail of medicine.Good thing that the nurse was also lazy enough that she never bother to check my temperature.I just told her she need to sign up a form so I will be allowed to go on undertime.And I was surprised, with no questions asked, she signed up the form.So I went home after answering three sup calls.Then I slept again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Wednesday night,I went out to meet some college friends at Glorietta so I think somehow that changed my mood.I went to work,loaded myself with extra joss and took in calls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By thursday, I woke up late like 30 minutes before my shift.Then I just decided I wont go to work.I sleep till 11 in the morning then went home to Bulacan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On Friday, I went on a vacation leave.And saturday and sunday will be my restdays.Saya.Buhay ng tamad.I really have no idea why I started to feel like this.But I am certain that it just take one strong motivation so I will feel productive again.That motivation I guess can be a person (well I am still ranting about my lovelife)or some big changes, because everything gets boring already.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did mention above that we had sort of college mini reunion last wednesday.I went out with my girlfriends at Super Bowl Glorrieta 4.Hehe.They are actually my groupmates for most of the group projects I had during my last year in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was the only guy in the group so it was really difficult dealing with them but I guess conflicts happens to any group not just us.Considering that the last yr is really the most crucial and difficult stage of college life.And despite all the trouble,thank God we graduated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On this reunion we have,we ate like there's no tomorrow(the food in Superbowl were good), reminisced our college life, realizing that despite the pressure still we all miss going to school , a little chit chat on what's going on with the life of this and that classmate and updating each other's lives and planning of the next reunion.But then, since some of us are on night shift and still have to work, we parted ways shortly before midnight.Although the time is really short, it was really fun seeing them again.Really I had a good time which I needed since I am starting to get sick of my job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To Diesel, Grace, Claire, Joan, Evelyn and Cecil I am so glad seeing u guys again after two years.There's a lot of changes but I am so happy that our friendship remains intact despite not seeing one another for so long.Hope we will have a get together again real soon..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;PLM Gusaling Villegas stairs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 years ago...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;See the date?November 26 2002&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/hagdanan.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Super Bowl Glorrieta 4 November 30, 2005&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/Friends.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-113359015374035546?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/113359015374035546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=113359015374035546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113359015374035546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113359015374035546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2005/12/lazy-week-that-was.html' title='Lazy week that was'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-113358882197817238</id><published>2005-12-03T13:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T13:47:01.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Batch 16</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;November 29th marked my one year anniversary on this company I am working with.There's no celebration or anything, I just greeted some of my batchmates and told them "I am so happy we survived."hehe.I know I am not the only one who complain every now and then how company politics is so rampant,why we are not compensated enough, why our salary rates is lower as compared to other call centers yada yada yada but I was really happy that despite all the whining I stayed and reached my one year.I know I said this a lot of times already but what really makes it difficult for me to resign is that I dont wanna leave the people, most especially my friends.I have no idea how long will I have to stay but definitely if that time comes it will be really painful since I have been with three call centers but this is the only one that I found a family, a home that I can called.Eww,I am getting mushy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Batch 16B Bahay ni juan, somewhere in Pasig&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;December 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i20.photobucket.com/albums/b236/el_bulakenyo/728645429105_0_ALB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-113358882197817238?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/113358882197817238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=113358882197817238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113358882197817238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113358882197817238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-anniversary-batch-16.html' title='Happy Anniversary Batch 16'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-113306971990054084</id><published>2005-11-27T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T16:04:09.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Para sa palaboy</title><content type='html'>Thanks for inspiring me to write a poem again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para sa palaboy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Walang maisip na pamagat)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana ay nakilala ka isang tag-araw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa isang panahong puso mo'y puno pa ng sigla&lt;br /&gt;magmahal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung kailan batid pa ng damdamin &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kung paano ang magtiwala &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kung paano magparaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ilalim ng malawak na langit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At liwanag ng haring araw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sa iyo ako ay lalalapit at mangungusap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Buhay mo ay hindi na malulumbay at papanglaw.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana ay nakilala ka pagkatapos ng mahabang&lt;br /&gt;tag-araw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kung kailan hindi matingkad ang liwanag ng langit &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At ang araw ay nagtatago sa likod ng mga ulap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang isip mo ay lito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang puso mo ay gulo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yayakapin ka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahagkan ka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ako sa iyo ay mangungusap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ang puso mo ay hindi na mangungulila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana nakilala ka sa panahong walang tigil ang&lt;br /&gt;pagbuhos ng ulan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At naghahari ang karimlan sa galit na langit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makikita kitang naglalaro sa ulan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lumuluha.&lt;br /&gt;Ang sabi mo ay pagod na ang puso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At damdamin mo ay manhid na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ikaw ay sasamahan at sa puno'y sisilong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At ako sa iyo ay mangungusap&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Makakalimot din ang puso at muling&lt;br /&gt;magmamahal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana ay marinig ng langit ang awit ng puso ko &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sana ay sumapit na ang tag-araw&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nang manumbalik ang sigla sa puso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muli ay magpaparaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Muli ay iibig&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At nawa ay matapos na ang unos at ang ulan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sapagkat pagod na rin ang puso&lt;br /&gt;na lumuluha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;at umaasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang puso mo ay ari na ng iba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8075078-113306971990054084?l=elbulakenyo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/feeds/113306971990054084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8075078&amp;postID=113306971990054084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113306971990054084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8075078/posts/default/113306971990054084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://elbulakenyo.blogspot.com/2005/11/para-sa-palaboy.html' title='Para sa palaboy'/><author><name>Art</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01212663194879499496</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8075078.post-113253153107143107</id><published>2005-11-21T07:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T08:05:31.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jologs mode.hehe.I like this song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&
