<?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-10517746</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:33:36.535+07:00</updated><title type='text'>n' clinE</title><subtitle type='html'>this is about.. me!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>78</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-4031952324256425907</id><published>2007-03-30T14:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T14:37:50.389+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. when?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;If elephants could fly I'd be a little more optimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I don't see that happening anytime soon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I don't mean to sound so pessimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;But I don't think that cow really jumped over the moon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When will I wake up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Why did we break up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;When will we make up? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'd love to wake up smiling-full of the joys of spring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And hear on CNN that Elvis lives again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;And that John's back with the Beatles and they're going out on tour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'll be the first in line for tickets-gotta see that show for sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When money grows on trees?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;People live in peace?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Everyone agrees..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;When happiness is free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Love can guarantee,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;You'll come back to me.. that's when.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;this was my old buddy  [kya' gorilla] favorite song way back high skul days. then, i dont even bother to fully listen to it, but just recently, (last week, i think?) as i peerred to the old files of cd left unnoticed to the dark corner of our sala, i found this cd from shania twain. i feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;suddenlly tuned up to listen to songs popularized by her then. weird cause after hearing the song "when", i feel like liking and loving the song for the firs time ( a sense of missing that old buddy of mine.. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hmmm.. when? just when?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-4031952324256425907?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/4031952324256425907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=4031952324256425907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/4031952324256425907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/4031952324256425907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-5938691781142429614</id><published>2007-03-17T08:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T08:42:28.415+07:00</updated><title type='text'>uniporme't sapatos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bagong Uniporme't Sapatos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Naaalala ko pa ang papalapit na panahon ng tag-ulan, habang sa patuloy na pagsasaya sa noo'y nagpapaalam na sigla ng araw.. nangingiting isa isa kong binuksan ang mga supot na dahilan ng aking pagkaligalig at di mapakaling pakiramdam.. kakagaling lang namin makapamili noon.. tuwang-tuwa ako. Na kahit sa panaka-nakang sandaling iyon ay sumasagi ang mga napakaraming katanungan na wala akong alam kung paano bibigyang kasagutan, nagpatuloy parin ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Masaya akong kinakabahang pumasok sa unang araw na pagtapatk ko sa institusyon iyon. Pakiramdam ko, ako lang ang naiiba nang araw na iyon at tila lahat sila nakatingin sa akin. Suot ko noon ang bago kong uniporme at sapatos. Tunay na natatawa ako twing sa kahit isipin ko lang ang mga tagpong iyon. Isa marahil ako sa mga mukhang walang kamuwang-muwang na pumasok sa paaralang iyon tulad ng mga nakikita ko ngayong halatang bagong salta.&lt;br /&gt;Mag-isa lang ako noong pumasok sa napakalaking lugar na yon, walang kakilala pero buo ang loob na gustong may mapatunayan. Kaya ko naman siguro mag-isa nalang.. ang panay banggit ko pa. Marami, napakaraming mga nangyari at marahil kukulangin ang espasyong ito sa pagsisiwalat ng kung anu man ang mga yon.. Mag-isa lamang ako noon, pero hindi na ngayon..Kung pagsasamahin ko lahat, andon na ang hirap-saya, tuwa-lungkot, tampuhan-pagkakabati, pagiisa-pagsasama, ugaling iba-iba - pusong-iisa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ngayon, masasagot ko na ang mga iilan sa katanungang samasagi sa isipan ko non.. "makakayanan ko ba? mag-isa?" - marahil, oo pero hindi ng walang tulong ng aking noo'y para sa aking nakamaskarang kaklase, "masaya kaya ang buhay-kolehiyo?" - hindi, dahil hindi sapat lamang ang katagang masaya para dito, para sa akin, mas higit pa.&lt;br /&gt;Maligaya ako na ang noo'y bagong uniporme't sapatos ko ay natagalang ako'y pakisamahan, kagaya ng mga noo'y kaklase ko lamang sa kursong ito, ngayo'y mga kaibigan ko na. Bagong uniporme't sapatos ko noon na isinusuot ko lamang sa twing may pasok ako, ngayo'y luma't naninilaw na sa mga karanasang pang loob at labas ng silid-aralan. Uniporme at Sapatos na sa loob ng halos limang taon ay maluwang, ngayo'y saksi, nakalakihan ko na, kagaya ng mga kaibigan ko ngayong mga halos kapamilya na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Lumang Uniporme't Sapatos na hinding hinding ko makakalimutang patuloy na pasasalamatan. Isa kayo sa laging magiging dahilan ng aking patutunguhan, sa ngayon, PAALAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-5938691781142429614?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/5938691781142429614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=5938691781142429614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/5938691781142429614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/5938691781142429614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2007/03/unipormet-sapatos.html' title='uniporme&apos;t sapatos'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-3063875651045843113</id><published>2007-01-04T08:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T08:14:54.110+07:00</updated><title type='text'>oink.</title><content type='html'>hapi new year of oink! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-3063875651045843113?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/3063875651045843113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=3063875651045843113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/3063875651045843113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/3063875651045843113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2007/01/oink.html' title='oink.'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-1132239628620762697</id><published>2006-12-16T14:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T15:13:40.834+07:00</updated><title type='text'>another.day.my.birth</title><content type='html'>dec.12&lt;br /&gt;21 na ako.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 510px; HEIGHT: 161px" height="544" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/7c14.jpg" width="747" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-1132239628620762697?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/1132239628620762697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=1132239628620762697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/1132239628620762697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/1132239628620762697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/12/anotherdaymybirth.html' title='another.day.my.birth'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-4614564986596956745</id><published>2006-12-07T07:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T07:38:50.051+07:00</updated><title type='text'>day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grad pic. (12.04)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang saya pero nakakainis, ang panget ng kuha ko..&lt;br /&gt;ang sungit kc nong mga nagaassist,&lt;br /&gt;bakit ganon?parang ang mahal mahal na nga nong bayad nmin tz&lt;br /&gt;ganon prin cla! kung maaarte kami mas wala clang kwenta!&lt;br /&gt;asar! maganda sana mood nmin kc mahalaga samin xempre grad pic&lt;br /&gt;tz ganon.. grabe nato. sobrang nabo2ther na aq tlg..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, as we finish our shoot, mga past 12 na ata un..saka lang din kami nakakain..&lt;br /&gt;putik, mas magagnda pa pla ung kuha nmin sa fone kaysa sa mismong mga pinagpilian nmin..&lt;br /&gt;back to normal mood again.. we go straight to taft, with our curly hairs and excess make ups..&lt;br /&gt;ang saya.. mga mukha kaming pagirl sa bus..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: my moods are fluctuating. i hate this day. (02.07.2006)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-4614564986596956745?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/4614564986596956745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=4614564986596956745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/4614564986596956745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/4614564986596956745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/12/day.html' title='day.'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-4362581830173492120</id><published>2006-11-27T08:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T08:28:22.233+07:00</updated><title type='text'>grabeee.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grabeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm..may naalala ako, kahapon kc nasa mall ako, habang hinintay ko c betty nakasalubong ko ung dating kong klasmeyt, c ronjay na dating boyfriend ni sheila na close friend ko.. nagulat tlg ako, kasi ngayon may asawa na pala cia.. hindi ko nga natanong kung may anak narin ba cia.. at sobrang pagkagulat rin nia naitanong lamang nya.. "oh! ung anak mo?" (hindi ko matandaan kung ito ba tlg ung cnabi nya..) "ha?" sabi ko, "may anak ka na daw.." uling sabi nya.. "HA??", uli ko ring nasabi.. "san mo nakuha yan?", sagot ko sa pagaakalang pagbibiro nya.. "sa txt, basta nabalitaan ko lang, nagasawa at may anak ka na daw.." sabay tingin sakin taas baba.. "????", nablanko ako. .. (ok, malala..seryoso cia..)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;napakatagal na since nakabalita ako sa mga buhay buhay ng mga friends ko nong high school..&lt;br /&gt;and if ever kung meron nga, wala atang hindi ako nabigla sa mga yon.. marami n ngang nangyari sa kanila, anjan ung iba may magbest friends lang non (parehang girl ito ah..) tas ngayon cla na.. anjan ung iba after pala nong graduation, magkakababy na.. anjan ung iba, na tatahimik tahimik lang sa klase nmin noon, (tipong mga good girls..) ngayon may mga anak na.. GRABE! pero may mga iba nmn na kahit ganon, nagpupursige parin.. sobrang hirap tlg ng pamumuhay ngayon, maswerte ako at kahit ganon na nga naitataguyod parin ako ng aking mga magulang para magawa ko ang mga gusto ko ngayong gawin, lalong lalo na ang makapagaral ng kolehiyo..&lt;br /&gt;sa loob nga ng mahigit limang taon ko sa kursong ito, wala akong inatupag kundi ang alalahanin ang magdamagang parrereview para kinabukasan na bagsak nmn pagdating sa huli.. (haha!) pero malapit na.. sobrang lapit na.. ngayon board nmn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pero grabe diba tlg yon? ang makabalita ng tungkol sayo? nakakagulat talaga! gaano na kaya katagal yon napapabalita? hindi nmn tama ata porket tumaba ako eh ganon ganon nalng yon.. hehe.. pero sa totoo lang poh tlg natawa ako kesa sa nagulat, ngayon palang tlg ako nashock. okey, for the record po, hindi pa poh ako nagaasawa, (worst, ni hindi man nga lang ako nagkaboyfriend for **_ years..) kaya lalong wala pa akong anak.. kaya kung cnu kamang nagkakalat ng tsismis bout skin! GRABE ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-4362581830173492120?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/4362581830173492120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=4362581830173492120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/4362581830173492120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/4362581830173492120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/11/grabeee.html' title='grabeee.'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-116372828511760697</id><published>2006-11-17T08:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T09:45:55.202+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Seems like it was yesterday when I saw your face&lt;br /&gt;You told me how proud you were, but I walked away&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I would take the pain away&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you've done&lt;br /&gt;Forgive all your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To hear your voice again&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wanna call you&lt;br /&gt;But I know you won't be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;br /&gt;Some days I feel broke inside but I won't admit&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just wanna hide 'cause it's you I miss&lt;br /&gt;And it's so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to this,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Would you tell me I was wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Would you help me understand?&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking down upon me?&lt;br /&gt;Are you proud of who I am?&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I wouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;To have just one more chance&lt;br /&gt;To look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see you looking back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself, ohh&lt;br /&gt;If I had just one more day&lt;br /&gt;I would tell you how much that I've missed you&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;it's dangerous&lt;br /&gt;It's so out of line&lt;br /&gt;To try and turn back time&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for blaming you&lt;br /&gt;For everything I just couldn't do&lt;br /&gt;And I've hurt myself by hurting you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hurt.christinaAguilera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 325px; HEIGHT: 315px" height="544" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/Image554.jpg" width="747" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i totally relate my life to it.. how can a simple song like this make such an impact on me.. a very incredible song with such a powerful emotion from misXtina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-116372828511760697?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/116372828511760697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=116372828511760697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/116372828511760697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/116372828511760697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/11/hurt_17.html' title='hurt'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-116130601001506683</id><published>2006-10-20T07:50:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T09:46:43.638+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sulat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s-u-l-a-t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Kailan nga ba nong una kitang makita o mapansin kaya?&lt;br /&gt;Parang napakatagal ko na ata sa eskwelahang ito, pero ngayon lang kita nakita, ang mga malalamig mong matang nakapukol sa akin ngayon, ngayong nakatingala ako pilit kong hinahagilap ang kahulugang iyong inalalaan sa pagkakatitig mo na yon sakin, sa napakabilis na pagdaan ng bawat segundong nababawas nang sandaling iyon, mabagal ko itong hindi maintindihan.."sino ka nga ba?", tangi kong naisaloob. "panung ngayon lang kita nakita? kakaiba..", matapos non ay nanumbalik na sa normal na dimensyong ang kaninay nagulo kong atensyon. "tara na!", pagpapaalala ng isang kaibigan. oo nga pala may klase kami, sumunod ako. "uy.. kilala mo ba yong kaninang lalaki don sa may third year building?", "sinu?" sagot ng aking kasama. "ung third year? laging tambay don sa may taas ng building nila?" "ung singkit na maputi?", tanong ko, "ah! basta! oo kilala ko na, bakit?" ulit niyang tanong. "la lang, cute ba siya?" "may hitsura siya diba?", ang sabi ko pa. "oo,.. pero mas cute parin ung crash ko sa kanya.." agad niyang sagot. "hehe..oo nga!", dagdag ko. "bakit? crush mo na naman.." sabi pa uli niya. "hindi no! wala lang kakaiba, ngayon lang natin siya napansin kasi eh..", pagtatapos ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"dadaan kaya dito sila kim? may klase pa ata sila eh!", pangingibabaw ng boses ko sa estrangherong gusaling iyon.. "ay naku! hanap nalang tayo ng mga cute dito!" sabi ng isa kong kasama. "sige!" agad naming napagkasunduan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"dito yon, lagi..", naisip ko habang inaalisa ang lugar na aking kinatatayuan. "miss! miss!", napalingon ako kasunod ng aking mga kasama, "anu daw pangalan mo? sabi niya..", sabay turo sa isang lalaking naging pangunahing karakter nalamang lagi sa mga malalalim kong isipin. kailangang hindi ako kabahan, wala lang to, pangkaraniwan, hindi naiiba. pagpapalakas ko sa kanina pang biglang pagkabog ng aking puso. "talaga? sino?", nasabi ko na lamang. "anu daw muna pangalan mo?", agad niyang idinagdag. "zmzkxm" pagsiwalat ko sa tunay na pangalan. "anung year ka na daw?", sinunod niyang tanungin. "2nd year..", sagot ko. "hahaha!!!.." "2nd year pa pala eh!" malakas nilang naisabi. "anu naman kaya kung 2nd year lang ako?", yamot kong naisaloob. "eh bakit siya? anu pangalan niya?", tyempo kong tanong para sakanya. "zoqhk", sagot ng kanyang kanina pang tagapagsalita. "hahaha!!!", "di ko kayang tanggapin!", agad kong paggaya sa isang kilalang personalidad na kapangalan niya. "oh my gosh! zoqhk boy?" "hahaha!!!", balik kong pangaasar sa hanggang sa oras na iyon ay hindi lubusang naniniwala sa nakalap na kasagutan. "zoqhk nga! oi! oi! sabay daw kayo sa paguwi.. uy..!!!", sabi ng isang kasamahan niya. "talaga lang ah!", sagot kong kunwaring nakikipaginisan. "eh ikaw? anung pangalan mo?", tanong kong mismo sa kanya. "ah.. si zoqhk lang eh!", natarantang sagot niya. "hindi ikaw gusto ko eh!", hindi ko lubos maintindihang pangiinis ko pa lalo sa kanya. "uy! labasan na! oi! sabay nga daw kayo ni zoqhk", pangtataboy niya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;napakatagal.. pakiwari ko, ang isang minutong halos lamang na naging pag-asa ko ng sandaling iyon, para makaharap siya ng malapitan ay hindi nangyari. umasa ako. bakit pa kasi ako naniwala sa huling sinabi ng kaklase o kaibigan niya kanina? "sabay daw kayo..", alam kong hindi mangyayari iyon pero naniwala parin ako. sayang, pagkakataon ko na sana. pero kahit ganon, masaya akong malamang interesado siya.. teka.., 'siya' nga ba? hindi ba't sa buong pangyayaring naganap na iyon ay wala maski anuman siyang naging reaksyon? sa pambubuyo ng mga kaklase niya? pero paano? paano nila malalaman kung hindi man lamang niya nasabi o nabanggit sa kanila? pero panu ko ba maieksplika ang paraang pag-iwas at paglayo niya ng silay mag-uwian na? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;iyon ang simula, ang simpleng pag-ignora niya sa mga pagtatangkang kausapin ko siya, na naghatid lamang sa akin ng mas lalong kagustuhan kong makausap at mapalapit sa kanya.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;"anu ba! cline! ang gwapo nga niya! no wonder kaya ganyan ka ka-hooked na sa kanya.. matangkad, matalino, chinito.. pero ang sama ng ugali niya! kala mo kung sinong suplado!", lahat halos ng kaibigan ko, ayaw sa kanya, tigilan ko na nga daw. pero hindi ko maiwasang ang simpleng pagkahanga ko nong una sa kanya ay lalalim pa sa mas hindi ko nais banggitin na sagradong aspeto, ang 'pag-ibig'. "siya lang ang bukod tanging ginusto ko ng ganito", naisaloob ko. "anung nagawa ko sayo? bakit parang hindi man lamang ako nabubuhay sa kasalukuyang mundong ginagalawan mo?". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ilan na ba? ilan na ba ang mga nagustuhan ko sa loob ng malaking kampus na ito? wala ni isa sa kanila kailanman ang inignora ako ng katulad ng ginagawa mo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Sulat. ito ang natatanging paraan ko para makapagpaliwanag sa kanya sa lahat ng pangaasar namin sa kanya, pagpaparinig, pagpapapansin, pangiinis,.. sasabihin ko na ang dahilan, ang dahilan kung bakit sa tuwing dadaanan siya ay sa halip maayos siyang batiin ay hindi ko ginagawa, kundi ang asarin lamang siya, pagtripan. ang dahilan, na sa paraan lamang na yon, kaya ko siya pakiharapan, magkaroon sa parte ko ng pagkakataong malapitan at makaharap siya, makausap..,na kahit sa sandaling pagdaan niya ay ikinasisiya ng buong araw ko na, na wala akong ibang lakas ng loob, na maging kabaliktaran ng pagiging mabait sa kanya, sa paraan kasing iyon ay naihahanda ko na, ang laging reaksyong pagkadismaya, pagkapahiya sa pag-ignora niya. mahal ko na siya, hindi ko alam kung kailan, paano, at san ko naramdaman, pero ngayon alam ko na.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;'mahal kita. hindi ako 'patawa', gaya ng naisatinig mo na. pasensiya at patawad sayo, ngayon alam mo na. wala akong hinihinging kapalit na isagot mo, pero ang simpleng pagtanggap mo sa sulat na ito at pagtago ay mangangahulugang para sa aking tinatanggap mo ang aking patawad, kung hindi naman, maaaring pakibalik na lamang ito, salamat.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;nagdaan ang mga araw, linggo at buwan ay nasisiyahan naman akong malamang hindi niya ito isinoli sa akin. masaya ako, kasi sa totoo lang hindi ako sanay sumulat sa isang lalaki, lalong lalo na kahit para paman ito sa isang hinahangaan.. ang kauna-unahang lalaking aking sinulatan, ay 'siya' lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;isang taon. pagkalipas ng isang taon, ipinaabot niya, marahil don naman talaga siya magaling sa pagkakaronn ng mahusay na tagapagsalita at alalay. ipinaabot niya ang isang papel na nooy naging napakahalaga sakin, isang napakapamilyar na papel na nooy aking iningatan, ang sulat ko sa kanya. ibinalik niya. "eto daw ang eksaktong petsa ng isang taong napasakanya tong sulat, ibinabalik na niya..", ang sabi ng nagpakilala niyang kaibigan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;habang tinititigan ang pawang naging estranghero saking sulat ko na iyon, hindi ko napansing napaluha na pala ako, pero agad ko rin naman itong binawi. babasahin ko pa sana, pero naisip ko, hindi na kailangan, memoryado ko na ito dati pa bago ko pa ito ibinigay sa kanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;kasunod noon ay marahan akong napangiti. hindi na. ayaw ko na. hanggang dito nalang sa sulat ang kabanatang naguugnay saming dalawa, tatapusin ko na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;pawang mga puting paru-parung nilipad ang bawat piraso ng papel na pinagpunit-punit ko nong mismong araw na yon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Ngayon, burado na ang ebidensiya sa buong buhay ko ng may natatangi at kauna-unahang akong sinulatang lalaki. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;masaya talaga ang buhay high school, maswerte kang bumabasa nito kung nasa kasalukuyang sandali ka ng high school buhay mo.&lt;br /&gt;la lang, medyo nagkaroon ako ng inspirasyong gawing semi-nobela ang kwento kong ito tungkol sa isa kong crush non, na sinadya ko nga palang lagyang ng code.. heh..paki decode nalang.. okey. :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;kaya ganon na lamang din ang pagkahumaling ko sa palabas na ISWAK, sobrang nakakarelate kasi ako sa pangunahing karakter na babae sa palabas. haha!loser? oo, ako na nga ata yon, nakakaasar, sa kabila kasi ng lahat ng pagdedeny ko noong una na hindi ko na siya gusto at gugustuhin pa ay tuluyan naging dahilan pa rin siya sa kakumpletuhan ng bawat araw ko non.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;ngayon, sobrang tagal na nong huli ko siyang makita. natatawa nalang akong isiping kahit pala ang kasalukuyan kong nobyo noon ay hindi ko man lang pala nasulatan. napakarami na na nangyari. pero sana maayos at mabuti siyang kalagayan. at sana balang araw, makita ko uli siya. nais ko siyang pasalamatan at kung hindi dahil sa kanya , hindi ko mararanasan ang mga pangyayaring iyon sa buhay q, dahil sa kanya naging kapanapanabik ang mga araw ko sa high school, nang dahil sa kanya may natutuhan ako, nang hindi dahil sa kanya at sa sulat kong iyon, hindi ko na alam pa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-116130601001506683?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/116130601001506683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=116130601001506683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/116130601001506683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/116130601001506683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/10/sulat.html' title='sulat'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-115925674611271257</id><published>2006-09-26T14:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:01:27.680+07:00</updated><title type='text'>google!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 450px; HEIGHT: 386px" height="544" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/nalyn3.jpg" width="747" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 451px; HEIGHT: 365px" height="538" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/nalyn2-1.jpg" width="542" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 333px" height="575" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/nalyn-1.jpg" width="593" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;kakatuwa!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;la lang, eto lang ang inatupag ko habang kmi ai nagma-matlab..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;aliw! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;bahay nmin yan!&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/10517746-115925674611271257?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/115925674611271257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=115925674611271257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115925674611271257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115925674611271257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/09/google.html' title='google!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-115832968163163737</id><published>2006-09-15T21:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-09-15T21:26:17.600+07:00</updated><title type='text'>inuman!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;inuman na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 493px; HEIGHT: 358px" height="409" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/33826774563994l.jpg" width="548" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;louie (with halo), khaye (may cloud), ebetty (nakared na tie), webby, (may fan na cap), jhen (may crown), at sherwin (top 1 ng class nmin kaya no. 1, hehe.. :)) at aq pa pala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 927px" height="800" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/kami11.jpg" width="302" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 220px; HEIGHT: 927px" height="806" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/kami22.jpg" width="199" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hehe.. eto kami, mga panandaliang nakawala sa problemang dulot ng 'skul stress' ..masaya.. kakatapos lang kc naming magexam ng midterm, ang totoo ang araw na yon ay sadyang naging masalimuot, lalo na para sa isang katoto naming si khaye.. buti nalang nagyaya si pareng louie na pumunta sakanila..sa hindi namin alam na kadahilang maski ngayon ay hindi namin alam ay sumama prin kami saknya..pagdating nmin don, ang daming spag! anu pa? xempre kinain namin yon lahat.. first tym q nga lang pla skanila..masaya, ang bait ng mommy nia..parang tropa.. first half: nanood kami ng kill bill na tagalized version,,hehe..aliw,kahit korny.. second half: natapos c movie, nagyayang magkaraoke s louie, xempre! hindi aq makakapayag na si dex lang ang makahawak non, kaya nakiagaw kami lahat..third half: nagyayang bumili ng red horse, aq: hmm, bahala kayo! (pero at the back of my head: langya, mukhang hindi na papaawat tong mga to, wala nmn to plano..yari nnmn aq nito eh.) at yon na nga, 3 mucho nabili nila.. tumikim lang ako, at sangkatutak na pagkanta nalang ang tinira ko.. at eto nang ang sinasabi ko eh..dumating si alas onse, aq: naku! super gabi na!, ang pasaway na si dextererio: oi bili pa kau beer!, aq: asar! pasaway tlg! lasing na nga eh, panu malakas loob kasi may dalang sasakyan si sherwin pauwi ng bi�an.. at ayon na nga, mas sinunod nalang naming sundin ang kagustuhan nia kaysa sa magwala pa siya.. at dumating na nga si alas dose.. aq: tingin sa phone, patay! si papa, tumatawag na..,hindi q sinagot ang tawag niya..sabay sabi q sakanila..'guys! uwi na ako..' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;at marami pa ngang sumunod na eksena don,..aq: pagdating sa bahay, kasabay ang parating na pagsalubong ng aking tatay, 'pa, ah..gumawa po kc kami ng project..'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;hehe..moral lesson: wag ng manood ng movie kung magiinuman din pala lamang kayo,..hehe.. :) all in all? ang saya! sobra! picture picture din pala ang inatupag namin half ng buong nyt na yon.. thank you sa phone na high tech ni webby, Nsomething ata yon, hehe,, hindi ako familiar..basta, astig cia na phone.. tsaka, thank you din pala kay sherwin na kahit ang dami na atang nainom ay mahusay nia parin kaning naipagdrive, kahit panay sigaw ang abot nia samin, sa aming pagka super tense habang biyahe pauwi..at kay jhen na ang galing, magexplain sa tatay ko, kahit wala nmn ciang nasabi,, hehe.. at lastly kay khaye, ang dahilan ng pagsama ko that night..sana napasaya nmin cia kahit nong tym lang na yon..at meron pa pala! kay &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ebetty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&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/10517746-115832968163163737?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/115832968163163737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=115832968163163737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115832968163163737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115832968163163737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/09/inuman.html' title='inuman!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-115701366591168575</id><published>2006-08-31T15:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T15:41:05.913+07:00</updated><title type='text'>gusto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;gusto kong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umawit,&lt;br /&gt;magbasa ng mahaba..&lt;br /&gt;magsulat,&lt;br /&gt;tumugtog ng gitara..&lt;br /&gt;matulog,&lt;br /&gt;gumuhit at magpinta..&lt;br /&gt;lumangoy,&lt;br /&gt;magtampisaw sa ulan..&lt;br /&gt;lumipad,&lt;br /&gt;sumakay sa mga ulap..&lt;br /&gt;umalis,&lt;br /&gt;maglakbay sa kalawakan..&lt;br /&gt;mangarap.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ang pagkanta. nong bata pa lang ako ang musika na kinagisnan ko, kinalakhan ko ang pakikinig sa mga tugtuging pinakikinggan at inaawit ng tatay ko..wala atang okasyon nong bata ako na hindi nila ako pinapaawit, madalas pa nga, binibigyan pa nila ako ng salapi..kahit pa pagkatapos noy puro laway ko na ang nakapaligid sa mikropono..hindi ko kasi dati alam ang tunay na paggamit non, dati akala ko lamang dito ay laruang sinusubo habang kumakanta..lumaki akong lito sa kakayahang dala ng musika..kahit sa pinakauna kong naisaawit, kantang 'from the distance', hanggang ngayon, hindi ko parin maunawaan..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;naalala ko. may 'recorded tape' pala ako non..nakakaaliw na may halong pagkahiya ang nadarama ko sa tuwing tinatangis ko ang mga alaala ng maliliit at matitinis na tinig kong iyon. ang tinig na nagpapaalala ng aking pagkamusmos, nakakatuwa nairekord pala 'niya' iyon..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dumating din sakin ang panahon na nagsawa at tinalikuran ang sa unay nagpapaligaya sakin..ikinahiya ang natatanging abilidad na kinalakhan, lumayo.. nagpatuloy sa pagdiskubre ng mga bagay na maaaring kahiligan ko, nakipagkaibigan at nakipagibigan.. sa eskwelahan ko mas ninais hanapin ang mga hindi ko mahanap sa mundong kinamulatan ko, kinalimutan lahat ng pwedeng ikalimot..sa pagkawala 'niya' tuluyan naring iwinaksi ko ang mga tinig na nakakapagalaala sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kasabay nang napakatagal na paglimot ngunit hindi naman tuluyang nawala, sa isang bahagi na iyon, tuluyan ko itong inihinto.&lt;br /&gt;naging mabait ang panahon, nagkaroon ako ng mga kaibigang hindi ko inaakalang hanggang ngayon ay katiwala ko, wala kahit anuman sa una silang ideya..ideya sa isang bahagi ng pagkatao kong iyon, pero yon ang mas ninais ko ang wag nilang makilala ng tunay na ako..,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kailan lang nang malaman nila ang totoo, kailan lang din ng akoy magpakatotoo, kailan lang nang balikan ko ang maliliit na tinig na kinahihiya ko, kailan lang nang pakawalan ko ang pagkamuhing balot ng puso ko, kailan lang nang madiskubre kong 'hindi na' kakabit ng maliit na tinig na yon ay ang mga yapos at palad 'niya', naaalala ko pa, naaalala ko na, ang mga naging pagaaruga niya, naaalala ko na.. 'nandito' pa rin sila lahat, lahat.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ngayon, gusto ko na uling mangarap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/10517746-115701366591168575?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/115701366591168575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=115701366591168575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115701366591168575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115701366591168575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/08/gusto.html' title='gusto.'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-115701296388270538</id><published>2006-08-31T15:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T15:33:59.800+07:00</updated><title type='text'>patak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;patak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..matagal kami sa ganoong sitwasyon.&lt;br /&gt;ako na nakatunghay nang matagal sa mga malalambot na kamay na nakahawak sa dalawa ko ding kamay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 'siya' sa patuloy na pagiyak..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gumawi ako sa direksyon niya, ang panay na pagbuka ng kanyang mga bibig na wariy may mga katagang iniiwan ay hindi ko marinig, hindi ko maintindihan, isang saglit lamang ng akoy matauhan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit pa ba kasi?&lt;br /&gt;bakit ko pa ninais itanong ang bagay na sa una palang ay wala naman talaga akong balak malaman..&lt;br /&gt;siguro nga, ninais ko din..&lt;br /&gt;pero bakit? bakit ng sandali na iyon, na hindi pa pala ako handa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maLaman', malaman' ang mga bawat katagang ipinagpaalam' niya, nakakatangis na mga inpormasyon..&lt;br /&gt;sinubukan kong magtanong agad, tanda ng pagbalik ko sa mundong iyon, wala.., hindi ko ulit ito maintindihan,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uli. natauhan, wala, hindi ko maramdaman ang dapat maramdaman ng isang taong maaaring mawalan ng mahal sa buhay.. mahal sa buhay? marahil hindi.. galit? hindi rin.. o sadyang hindi ko lang din alam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;luha. hindi ko ito namalayan, maaari bang mauna ang pagluha sa dapat mong maramdaman?&lt;br /&gt;kasabay ng mga patak na iyon ay ang paghagilap ko sa tunay ko dapat na maramdaman..&lt;br /&gt;sa mulit muli, wala. pero kasabay parin non ang patuloy na pagluha ko..&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko maintindihan, hindi na ata gumagana ang eherhiya na nagpapatakbo sa utak ko, wala akong maisip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maaari. hindi. maaari kayang walang maidahilan ang utak ko sa pagluha at ang puso ko ngayon ang patuloy saking nagpapaluha? marahil ayaw makisama ng utak ko, o manhid na rin ito kagaya ng puso ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naaawa?, hindi kaya?. nahihiya?. nakikisama?&lt;br /&gt;natatakot. natatakot ako sa mga napakaraming posibilidad.&lt;br /&gt;takot akong makita uli siya,&lt;br /&gt;takot ako sa naging reaksyon ko nong una,&lt;br /&gt;tako ako bilang anak 'niya'..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagagalit ako sa tadhana hindi sa kanya..,&lt;br /&gt;nagaalinlangan ako sa lahat ng pinasabi 'niya'..,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod. nakakapagod din palang paniwalain ang sarili na kompleto ka na,&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko kailangan ang presensiya 'niya'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natutuwa ako. may alaala pa pala kami sa 'kanya'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-115701296388270538?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/115701296388270538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=115701296388270538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115701296388270538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115701296388270538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/08/patak.html' title='patak.'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-115647985754034086</id><published>2006-08-25T11:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T15:10:21.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ala.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 449px; HEIGHT: 298px" height="333" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/walalang.gif" width="468" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I recently get this feeling the urge to write something, but i cant even figure it out myself, i feel like im in a middle of nowhere, i know im fine but something keeps on bothering me... its like im bound to do something but im here bound to do something else.. oh well, im just letting this out, i really have to throw away this excess thoughts in me or else.. i dont know.&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/10517746-115647985754034086?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/115647985754034086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=115647985754034086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115647985754034086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115647985754034086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/08/ala.html' title='ala.'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-115647850217364701</id><published>2006-08-25T10:46:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T11:16:45.360+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ikaw</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw ang lahat ng aking magiging dahilan kung bakit ako magiging..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na kinamumuhian ko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na walang tiwala sa akin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na nagpapasya para sa mga magiging galaw at pasya ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na nagaakalang marunong, magaling, ang laging may alam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na galit sa mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na isinusumbat ang lahat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na mababaw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na walang alam, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na mayabang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na madamot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na pinagtaksilan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na mapang-api, ikaw na akala'y lahat ay alam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na nagaakalang hindi ko mararating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na hindi naisip ang aking kahalagahan,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na kinamumuhian rin ako,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na nakakatanggap, tumatanggap,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na nagpapanggap..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ikaw na dahilan ng lahat ng patak na luhang iniyak ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;para sayo, hayaan mo napakakonting panahon na lamang, mawawala na rin ako sa paningin mo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;konting panahon na lang, aalis na rin ako..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;konti na lang, lalaya na ako..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;napakasaglit nalang, matitigil rin ito, makakabayad rin ako, bibilangin ko lahat- lahat ng alam kong pagkakautang ko sayo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lahat..isosoli ko, hintayin mo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-115647850217364701?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/115647850217364701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=115647850217364701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115647850217364701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115647850217364701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/08/ikaw_115647850217364701.html' title='ikaw'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-115606385242652025</id><published>2006-08-20T15:18:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T15:50:52.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>to kill.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; halakhak&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;napanood ko sa balita nong isang araw ang tungkol sa isang magsasaka na pinatay mismo sa tapat ng kanilang bahay.. at napagkaalaman ko ding hindi lamang cia ang biktima ng ganitong klaseng pamamaslang.. nong isang buwan nmny napanood ko ang tungkol sa dalawang babaeng stdyante na nawawala na ayon sa ibay napagkamalang NPA at sadyang dinukot at baka maaaring cla ay pinaslang nrin kagaya ng ibang militanteng aktibista.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;nakakaawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nakakaawa sila sapagkat sa ganong paraan pa cla pinatay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;nakakaasar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nakakaasar isipin na habang kinukondena kuno ng gobyerno ang mga ganitong klaseng pagpaslang ay cia nmng papuri nya sa mga itinuturong suspect nito,  ang mga taong nakaupo o ang mga may hawak ng batas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;putangina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;meron pa ba? meron pa ba sa batas natin ang tinatawag na katarungan? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;kailan pa? kailan pa magging patas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;mga gago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-115606385242652025?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/115606385242652025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=115606385242652025&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115606385242652025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115606385242652025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-kill.html' title='to kill.'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-115495463309554382</id><published>2006-08-07T19:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T20:39:56.310+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovah.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 648px; HEIGHT: 523px" height="594" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/untitled-1.jpg" width="792" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;watta! true.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;nalyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;weew! wat a week!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;finally nabreak na ang inakala ko nong curse ko for life.. ang maban for the rest of my whole college life sa mga overnight.. well, hindi nmn sa totally free na ako at pwede na akong makapag overnyt sa khit anong oras..basta kylangan lang ng valid reason..at dapat this time, totoo.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;last sat nyt ai nagkatotoo n nga yon, and totoo ang reason ko kasi gagawa ng thesis, na well nag end up sa meeting bout thesis and the rest kalokohang paggawa ng unexpected project nmin.. ngaun, malat, puyat, sipon ang kadikit ko muna ngaun.. masaya kasi, 8pm dumating kami galing sa napaka habang paglalakbay, sa bahay nila khaye, ayun kakabaliw kasama tlg mga klameyt ko na un at kakatakutan din.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;at ayon, 6am na kami nakatulog n mga girls, pagtsitsimisan bout boylets.. :) at 10 am na kami nagising laht, actually, nagising n ako ahead sa iba, hindi kc ako makatulog ng mabuti don sa pwesto ko kaya, inagawan ko si dexter na higaan, dapat lang nmn kc na kaming mga gilrs ang nandon, cla pa tuloy na mga boys..pero buti na lang kasi, naging good mood si dexter kinabukasan at tinopak na magluto na kakainin nmin.. grabeh! nong pa nga hindi kami naniniwala eh.. pero totoong cia nnga ang nagluto..hehe.. ang supladitong si dexterio tlg, may kabutihan din plang naitatago..hehe.. salamat sa lock ng pintuan hindi cia nakalabas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;at ang weirdest part, sinabi nia, nakakatakot daw ako pag natutulog, parang daw akong sa the grudge..ngayon ko lang nalaman un! at the night before pala ai sangkatutak na foods ang pinamili nmin na nagendup lang sa hindi pagkain ng iba kinabukasan.. hehe.. aliw tlg, ang ganda ng tanawin don kaso, wala pa akong mga pix, kasi ndi ko naaupload..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;pero one thing is for sure.. namiss ko room at kama ko! pati na ang mga square pillows ko! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;public.pagLalakBay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ang sarap pala ng pakiramdam na alam mong legal ang lakad, walang pagaalinlangang paglalakbay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;natutuwa akong magbiyahe, minsan iniisip kong ang buhay ng tao ay parang paglalakbay din sa isang pampasaherong jeep, minsan walang ibang tao, magisa ka lang, minsan, siksikan, minsan traffic, minsan hindi..pero lahat kylangang bumaba.. minsan masarap ang pakiramdam na andon ka lang..naghihintay, minamasdan ang kapaligiran, nakikiramdam sa hangin.. minsan ayaw ko ng bumaba, minsan mas gusto kong mapagisa, minsan masaya ang pakiramdam ng ganon..hay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;pero naisip ko, masay din pala sila kasama, nalulungkot ako.. nalulungkot ako na baka hindi ko na sila makasama.. masaya akong nakilala sila..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-115495463309554382?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' 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style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;high&lt;/span&gt; but I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;grounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;sane&lt;/span&gt; but I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;overwhelmed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;lost &lt;/span&gt;but I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;hopeful &lt;/span&gt;baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What it all comes down to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is that everything's gonna be fine fine fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the other one is giving a high five &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I feel &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;drunk&lt;/span&gt; but I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;young&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;underpaid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;tired&lt;/span&gt; but I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt;, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; but I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;worthless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm here but I'm really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;I'm sorry baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What it all comes down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is that everything's gonna be quite alright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the other one is flicking a cigarette &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What it all comes down to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is that I haven't got it all figured out just yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the other one is giving the peace sign &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; but I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;focused &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;green&lt;/span&gt; but I'm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;wise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;shy&lt;/span&gt; but I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;friendly&lt;/span&gt; baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; but I'm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; laughing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;brave&lt;/span&gt; but I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;chicken&lt;/span&gt; shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;sick&lt;/span&gt; but I'm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;pretty&lt;/span&gt; baby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And what it all boils down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is that no one's really got it figured out just yet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the other one is playing the piano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What it all comes down to my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Is that everything's just fine fine fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;And the other one is hailing a taxicab... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[HandInMyPocketByAlanisMorrisette]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-115304063255028808?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/115304063255028808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=115304063255028808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115304063255028808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;waH!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:6;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 471px; HEIGHT: 376px" height="527" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/i1y0wo.jpg" width="611" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/200px-Leedongwook.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[ bat ba kc ang cute mo? ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;add nyo aq! 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115167190114650276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115167190114650276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/06/mygirl.html' title='myGirl'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-115112741561659472</id><published>2006-06-24T12:36:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T13:40:41.320+07:00</updated><title type='text'>dhen</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;oh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;q [ nga pala .. :) ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="302" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/untitled8.jpg" width="328" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[ mahmaaahyyy ]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;GuitaR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="265" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/sbnpAnGeT217.jpg" width="322" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[ la lang .. ]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;SmilE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 256px; HEIGHT: 310px" height="340" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/pAnGeT226-1.jpg" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;GirlFriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[ wlang pakialamanan..hehe ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 296px; HEIGHT: 243px" height="261" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/pAnGeT243.jpg" width="322" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-115112741561659472?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/115112741561659472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=115112741561659472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115112741561659472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115112741561659472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/06/dhen.html' title='dhen'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-115112510475240666</id><published>2006-06-24T11:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:00:32.543+07:00</updated><title type='text'>failed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another day..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it was definitely a not so good day for me today.. i was feeling a little more nice pa kanina pero after that long and boring (well not exactly..) lecture for 3 hrs hindi na.. kasi hndi q namention na in between of that 3 hrs, we have our first short quiz..na hindi nmn tlg short kc 25 items cia..asar! and biglaan lang din un.. well, 15 ang passing.. 12 lang aq.. i failed. and nakakaasar! it ruined really my day kahit short quiz lang un,..and kaya ito aq nagwalk out from the crowd nnmn ang drama..im not a grade conscious though ewan ko ba! why im feeling this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i got this email from a friend and i dont know what to feel about it.. if whether i will take it as a reminder or go agree on it..hay.. but funny kc parang timing ata cia para sa situation q..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;It's not the fault of the student if he/she fails, because the year ONLY has 365' days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Typical academic year for a student:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;1. Sundays-52, Sundays in a year, you know Sundays are for rest. Days left 313. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;2. Summer holidays-50 where weather is very hot and difficult to study.Days left 263. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;3. 8 hours daily sleep- 130 days GONE. Days left 141. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;4. 1 hour for daily playing- (good for health) means 15 days. Days left 126. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;5. 2 hours daily for food &amp; other delicacies (chewing properly &amp;amp; swallowing)-means 30days. Days left 96. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;6. 1 hour for talking (man is a social animal)-means 15 days. Days left 81. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;7. Exam days- per year at least 35 days. Days left 46. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;8. Quarterly, Half yearly and festival (holidays)-40 days. Balance 6 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;9. For sickness- at least 3 days. Remaining days=3. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;10. Movies and functions - at least 2 days. 1 day left. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;11. That 1 day is your birthday.&lt;br /&gt;How can you study on that day??????!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Balance = 0 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;"Then how can a student pass ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yeah! well, i think maganda narin tong seryoso na aq lagi sa mga grades q.. hmm..humanda yang mga next exams nayan! magaaral na to! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;on the lighter side nga pala, naging worthy nmn pala ang mga gabing pagpupuyat q para sa company study nmin.. kc 95 kami sa presentation! and 97 aq sa final grade! 3.75 ..hehe..yahey! im hapi kc naalala q un..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-115112510475240666?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/115112510475240666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=115112510475240666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115112510475240666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/115112510475240666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/06/failed.html' title='failed'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-114976349617292928</id><published>2006-06-08T17:39:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T12:59:55.750+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ahU&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;People are all the same and were only get judge by what we do...&lt;br /&gt;Personality reflects name...&lt;br /&gt;And if I'm &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;UGLY&lt;/span&gt; then so are YOU...&lt;br /&gt;So are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[Ugly by sugababes] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;naiinis aq! Bakit ba may mga taong walang ginawa kundi tsumismis lang? Like ang galing nila pumintas sa kapintasan ng iba? Sa ngayon tlg, talamak na ito sa village nmin, nakakafreak out lang kc hindi mo alam kung ikaw naba mismo biktima nito. Once bumili ka lng sa tindahan, ang nice nice pa nila sayo, 'naku! gumanda ka ata ngaun? Gragragradaute ka naba?' and then it would go further to such questions like 'may nakita aq kasama mo nong isang araw ah..boyfriend mo?' [yah? As if ..] 'panay gabi kana ata nauwi jan ah..' [ 5pm out q, 2 hrs biyahe.. hindi aq c darna..] at napakaraming tanong p! Pero sa totoo lang nmn ayos lang skin un, xempre tamang pakikisama nmn dapat pairalin lagi db? Pero tlgng ngaun lang yong hindi q mapapalampas eh, malapit pa skin ung mga sinisiraan nila, grabeh! And to think na kapag may kailangan cla dito rin nmn cla lumalapit..kaasar! and does it matter to them if its true? Sa totoo nga lang they're the once pa nga na mas marami pang kapangitan sa sarili eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kaya naku!&lt;br /&gt;totoo, minsan nga mas madaling magbato ng bagay na nkikita mo na mismo sa sarili mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;okey, bad trip parin aq sa mga kumakalat na tsismis dito ngaun..&lt;br /&gt;at nakapadami ko pa ring kailangan gawin maliban don..&lt;br /&gt;we're now just finalizing some stuff for our supposedly defense tomorrow pero presentation na lang daw..[yepeeh!]&lt;br /&gt;And eto aq, haggard... And may effort paring ielaborate ang mga excess thoughts q na to... [baka kc masiraan aq ng ulo sa katahimikang nararanasan ko ngaun]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I have just finished reading this beautiful book by Paolo Coelho,&lt;br /&gt;'eleven minutes'.. where if it compared with his other novels, shocking tlg.. pero it open me up important values in life and love..&lt;br /&gt;and that kahit hindi aq maxado nakarelate sa ilang bahagi nito.. isa lang, na balang araw [sana..] magegets q rin yan..[hehe..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;may part nga pla don na parang short story pero hindi tlg cia part sa flow nong story.. pero sobrang ganda, I like to share it lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;There's this story about having a freedom to love and love to freedom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Once upon a time, there was a bird. He was adorned with two perfect wings and with glossy, colorful, marvelous feathers. In short, he was a creature made to fly about freely in the sky, bringing joy to everyone who saw him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;One day, a woman saw this bird and fell in love with him. She watched his flight, her mouth wide in amazement, her heart pounding, her eyes shining with excitement. She invited the bird to fly with her, and the two traveled across the sky in perfect harmony. She admired and venerated and celebrated that bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;But then she thought: he might want to visit far-off mountains! And she was afraid, afraid that she would never feel the same way about any other bird. And she felt envy, envy for the bird's ability to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And she felt alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And she thought: "I'm going to set a trap. The next time the bird appears, he will never leave again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The bird, who was also in love, returned the following day, fell into the trap and was put in a cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;She looked at the bird every day. There he was, the object of her passion, and she showed him to her friends, who said: "Now you have everything you could possibly want." However, a strange transformation began to take a place: now that she had the bird and no longer needed to woo him, she began to lose interest. The bird, unable to fly and express the true meaning of his life, began to waste away and his feather to lose their gloss; he grew ugly; and the woman no longer paid him attention, except by feeding him and cleansing out his cage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;One day, the bird died. The woman felt terribly sad and spent all her time thinking about him. But she did not remember the cage, she thought only of the day when she had seen him for the first time, flying contentedly amongst the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;If she had looked more deeply into herself, she would have realized that what had thrilled her about the bird was his freedom, the energy of his wings in motion, not his physical body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Without the bird, her life too lost all meaning, and Death came knocking at her door. "Why have you come?" she asked Death. "So that you can fly once more with him across the sky," Death replied. "If you had allowed him to come and go, you would have loved and admired him even more; alas, you now need me in order to find him again."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;May mga bagay dito sa mundo na sadyang maganda.. pero once you have it, its not anymore.. They are beautiful for they have the freedom to be beautiful... Let love have its freedom..&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/10517746-114976349617292928?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/114976349617292928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=114976349617292928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114976349617292928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114976349617292928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/06/ugly.html' title='ugly'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-114959989590489741</id><published>2006-06-06T19:26:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T09:45:49.153+07:00</updated><title type='text'>yahey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yahey&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ai naku! after so many (hindi nmn..!) weeks of training it finally come to an end.. it was a bit sad and hapi feeling for me, na now, i can finally breath (fully!) a true air.. pero sobrang sad din pala..kc that will be the last time na mkikita q cla (mga ate at kuya nmin!) at makakasama..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my last day wasnt really the memorable one, hindi nga aq nakapag hi or at least nakapag bye man lang..or maybe bcause i wasnt really thinking the idea na last day q na tlga un.. pero nag sink in lang cia nong nakasakay na aq pauwi, wah! mamimiss q cla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;well, sobrang natuwa aq na namit q cla..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;kuya robbie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(na 'bobby' tlg nickname.. [sa cute niang smile smin lagi at sa pagtulong smin saming company study])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;kuya ariel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(sa mga kwento nia bout sa kanyang lovelyf..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ate wella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(sa kanyang mga mood swings..hehe..joke!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ate rhona&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(sa kanyang mga korny na messages sa text..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;kuya jason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(ninong! thank you sa mga green na fox.. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;kuya burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(sa pasalubong [na npilitan lang ! haha! ])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;kuya choy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(sa power amp! sobrang astig ka lilo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;kuya mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(sa yong napakabuting pagtuturo mo samin bout don sa test system [kahit napipilitan ka lang..hehe])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;kuya rey at dennis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(sa paglelet nyo saking gawin ung dapat hindi q naman dapat gawin..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ate arnee, alma, at jez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(sa mga text marathon twing gabi..hehe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;dariel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(kape q!?!! hehe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;at sa lahat ng mga ate at kuya q don na hindi q n nabanggit (hindi q po kau maka2limutan pramis! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and isa nga pla sa mga kinaaabalahan q ngaun ay ang mga ss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;[semi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;'summer digest'&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ko for 2006 khit wala nmn tlg kc dhil sa ojt na yan! grr!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;mag txt marathon &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(habang hindi pa nagttxt c pareng unlimitx)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; mag basa ng libro kahit inaantok na..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(eleven minutes ni paolo coelho)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;magnet para sa research&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(kahit 50% non ai ang pagfr2iendster &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;lang..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;4-5.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;kumain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;6-9.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;matulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ang mawalan na nmn ng maisip gaya ngaun.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;adik nga din pla aq ngaun sa isang particular n kanta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Feels Like Home&lt;br /&gt;By Chantal Kreviazuk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Something in your eyes Makes me want to lose myselfMakes me want to lose myselfIn your armsThere's something in your voiceMakes my heart beat fastHope this feeling lastsThe rest of my lifeIf you knew how lonely my life has beenAnd how long I've felt so lowIf you knew how I wanted someone to come alongAnd change my life the way you've doneFeels like home to meFeels like home to meFeels like I'm all the way back whereI come fromFeels like home to meFeels like home to meFeels like I'm all the way back where I belongA window breaks down a long dark streetAnd a siren wails in the nightBut I'm alright 'cause I have you here with meAnd I can almost see through the dark there's lightIf you knew how much this moment means to meAnd how long I've waited for your touchIf you knew how happy you are making meI've never thought I'd love anyone so much Feels like I'm all the way back where I belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;isa pa pla! :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Might Have Been&lt;br /&gt;By Pardini Lou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Somewhere, lost in the wind&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching you&lt;br /&gt;Sunlight touching your hair&lt;br /&gt;And I remember&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, we said that we would never stray&lt;br /&gt;But somehow we lost our way&lt;br /&gt;Promises too often spoken&lt;br /&gt;Are easily broken apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm ready this time&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm no longer undecided&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be&lt;br /&gt;A fool wondering what might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Trace of forever lingering&lt;br /&gt;Drawing me closer to you&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning&lt;br /&gt;Now I know&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt I understand&lt;br /&gt;Just how fragile love can be&lt;br /&gt;I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Your mem'ry found me&lt;br /&gt;Now I know where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I'm ready this time&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm no longer undecided&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be a fool wondering&lt;br /&gt;What might have been&lt;br /&gt;Through every day, into the night&lt;br /&gt;With only love to guide us&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go, coz I've got to know&lt;br /&gt;What might have been&lt;br /&gt;Let the lovin' decide, I can't run, I can't hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;My heart will show that I'm ready this time&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm no longer undecided&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be, a fool wondering what might have been&lt;br /&gt;I've searched everywhere, and nothing compares&lt;br /&gt;When we've got love to guide us&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go, coz I wanna know what might have been&lt;br /&gt;I'm wondering what might have been&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna find what might have been&lt;br /&gt;Oh I wanna know what might have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at un na nga! namiss q ang pagblo2g..sobra!&lt;br /&gt;lovelyf? ai naku! sa other entry q na lng.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(hint: basta! magulo! tingnan nyo nalang sa fav song q of the moment..pero hindi parin pala..basta! basta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sori kaeKAT2! ndi q nagawa ung dare mo.. :( but thats okey, im glad it ddnt turned out to be the way you expect it..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mwaah! mwaah! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;note:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;ang nasa ibaba nga poh pala ai isang email na naipadala skin ng isang kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;wala lang, para to sa mga adik sa kape dyan..hehe.. featuring &lt;strong&gt;'starpera kapehan'&lt;/strong&gt;.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;THE STARBUCKS PRINCIPLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;by Nick Garcia from BobOngPinoy.com&lt;br /&gt;Published in Bob Ong's "Bakit Baliktad Magbasa ng Libro ang mga Pilipino&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Haven't you noticed how Starbucks has taken the place of Megamall,Enchanted Kingdom, and Jollibee? Today, Starbucks spells gimmick. Suddenly, everyone is mad about coffee, and is willing to spend a whopping hundred bucks for "one tall _mocha frappe please!" Everyone claims it's different, it's something else, it's to die for. Instead of catching a nice flick at the cinema, the Filipinos' new idea of fun is to voluntarily park their buns at the café and gulp all the caffeine they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;No one knows exactly why Starbucks has become the hot spot, when what they serve is just foamed Blend 45 for crying out load. Oh, try pointing this out to Starbucks fanatics (the likes of teeny-boppers and kikay girls), and you can expect getting attacked on how little you know about coffee. Get ready with answers like "Duh! Starbucks isn't just coffee! They're ground beans and processed chocolate and skimmed milk! What do you know about that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;They have a point there, though, because even in the United States, when you talk coffee, Starbucks comes first. Their ingredients are never questionable, and if I'm not mistaken, Starbucks is an established-since-year brand. In short, Starbucks is the coffee authority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;But it ends there. Starbucks is coffee, period. Certainly not a gimmick place of some sort, not convincing enough as an alternative for the mall. This, I repeat, is the case in the United States. But Starbucks invades Manila and here it becomes an obsession. As you may have already seen, the interiors of Starbucks cafes are all designed to create a distinct ambience Notice from the Italian-tiled flooring, to the cowboy-motif wall covering, to the fancy lamps, tables and chairs crafted like those only seen in home magazines. Of course, who would miss the complicated bar counter, behind which all the grinders and blenders are displayed as if to remind you they really do process your cappuccino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I mean, who can resist frequenting a posh place like this? Instead of worrying about other important things, the typical kikay teenager puts on her best dress, and with her kikay friends goes straight to Starbucks where she orders "one tall caramel frappe please!" This takes time to prepare, which is fine. She feels rewarded by the fact that the ethical barista would shout her name across the room by the time her frappe is ready. After she claims it, she heads for the self-service corner where she takes excessive packets of extra sugar, extra cream, an inch thick of Starbucks tissue paper for souvenir. Then she sits by the front window, hoping someone she knows would pass by and see her drinking expensive coffee. She takes remarkably small sips in order to prolong her stay, like a real smart ass. During the entire process, there is the obligatory flaunting of Nokia cellphones, the occasional eruptions of "yeah" and "sure" here and there. You get the impression everyone in the room is from the conyo sector. Pathetic as it is, the Starbucks atmosphere is so contagious that it simply brings out the social climber in one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;You have to admit that the Philippine franchiser of Starbucks-whoever he is-deserves credit. He's certainly not stupid. He sees through us Filipinos, and definitely knows how to flatter us. Mr. Starbucks is aware of the average Pinoy desire to be associated and considered among the elite because well, in reality, the average Pinoy is far from being that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;The average Pinoy home is less attractive than a place like Starbucks. The average Pinoy meal is without garnishes. The average Pinoy environment is less comforting and convenient than the service of Starbucks. But when in Starbucks, the average Pinoy is instantly made to feel he's in New York, or Las Vegas, or Paris, or anywhere else but Manila-one probable reason why we Filipinos buy this flick. We are total suckers for anything that is western in concept. But Starbucks has gone beyond colonial mentality; it has become pure escapism. It helps us forget... In this age of harsh realities of poverty and chaos, anything that offers oblivion and temporary indulgence sells fast. No matter how costly it is. With their little creativity in repackaging, Starbucks is no longer just coffee. It's already a religion. That we Filipinos practically worship that green logo with the exotic lady shows where we derive our strength to move on. It is from the promise of Starbucks every pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;yup! yup! yup!&lt;br /&gt;kaya tau'y magMilo nalang! hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bye! cyah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-114959989590489741?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/114959989590489741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=114959989590489741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114959989590489741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114959989590489741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/06/yahey.html' title='yahey!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-114692332119435412</id><published>2006-05-06T20:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:48:41.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;hay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;im so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-114692332119435412?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/114692332119435412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=114692332119435412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114692332119435412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114692332119435412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/05/wala.html' title='wala!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-114588735359440383</id><published>2006-04-24T20:10:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T20:41:42.246+07:00</updated><title type='text'>on-the-job-training</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ON-THE-JOB-TRAINING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sa kadahilanang ito kung bakit akoy pansamantalang nawala ng mahabang panahon sa paboritong mundo qng ito..tama po, hay.. sa totoo lang pagod ang nararamdaman ko sa kasalukuyan..pero heto ako, sadyang ndi mapigilang mapalampas ang sang buwan na pagkawala ko dito..kylangan ko nang pakawalan ang mga isiping dumadalaw sakin sa twing may mga mahahalagang pangyayaring naganap skin.. pero sa tingin ko hindi kakayanin ng natatanging laan q lamang na oras dito ang mga nais kong sabihin..marami, napakarami kong nais sabihin..pero ang natatanging nais ko lamang gawin dito ngaun ai ang makapagpahinga.. tama! yan tlg gagawin ko pagkatapos qng makabisita dito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;sa lahat poh ng mga napagawi dito.. salamat! at pacencia sa mga ilang nging kaibigang hindi ko nabisita.. muli poh! salamat! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;isa pa!:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 478px; HEIGHT: 355px" height="384" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/fghdfj.jpg" width="1319" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;natutuwa po akong malaman na mahigit na pla sa 6000 ang mga taong naglaan ng panahon upang sayangin ang mga oras nila sa pagbisita ng kakaibang dimensyon qng ito.. at kahit poh halos magdadalawang taon palamng ito, natutuwa ako sa isiping hanggang ngaun ai napanatili ko ito kahit sa kabila ng kakulangan ko sa kaalamang pagddesenyo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;masaya ako at napadaan ka.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-114588735359440383?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/114588735359440383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=114588735359440383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114588735359440383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114588735359440383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-job-training.html' title='on-the-job-training'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-114362994812737131</id><published>2006-03-29T17:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T18:03:38.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>libro-HOLIC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;khaqn - GNKHB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;...when Narcissus died, the goddesses of the forest appeared and found the lake, which had been fresh water, transformed into a lake of salty tears.&lt;br /&gt;"why do you weep?" the goddesses asked.&lt;br /&gt;"i weep for Narcissus," the lake replied.&lt;br /&gt;"ah,. it is no surprised that you weep for Narcissus," they said, "for though we always pursued him in the forest, you alone could contemplate his beauty close at hand."&lt;br /&gt;"but...was Narcissus beautiful?" the lake asked.&lt;br /&gt;"who better than you know that?" the goddesses said in wonder. "after all, it was by your banks that he knelt each day to contemplate himself!"&lt;br /&gt;the lake was silent for some time. finally, it said:&lt;br /&gt;"i weep for Narcissus, but i never noticed that Narcissus was beautiful. i weep because, each time he knealt beside my banks, i could see, in the depths of his eyes, my own beauty reflected."&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;[from the book 'the alchemist' by paolo coelho]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;matagal tagal na rin ng huli aqng napagawi sa ibang dimensyon o mundo qng ito...&lt;br /&gt;sa kabila kasi ng pagiging lagi qng abala sa mga proyektong pang eskwela, ay may kinahihiligan din aqng gawin na sanhi ng hindi q pagbisita dito..ang pagbabasa ng mga 'recommended' buks mula sa ilan qng adik na kaibigan este mga katotong mahihilig sa mga libro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marami aqng natutunan mula sa pagbabasa ng mga yon sa totoo lang kinailangan ko lang maisama sa kanila para mairaos ang araw na kasama sila na ang buong araw na paksang tinatalakay nila ay tungkol sa mga libro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inumpisahan nila aqng kwentuhan tungkol sa mga kwentong nakapaloob sa libro. at naisip q, mahihirapan ata aqng intindihin kung aq mismo ang magbabasa lamang nito. at para lamang maging klaro ang librong ito ay ang kontrobersyal na libro ni dan brown, ano pa nga ba kundi ang 'da vinci code'..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa mga araw na iniiwasan ko itong basahin ganon din naman ang dami ng araw na nakikita qng nahuhumaling na magbasa nito. naisip q tuloy kung binabasa lang ba nila ito dahil lamang sa kadahilanang uso ito..&lt;br /&gt;kung totoo ito marahil..hindi q sila masisisi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naalala q tuloy ang paborito qng libro na tuesdays with morrie, naikwento don kung panu kumagat ang mga tao sa mga bagay na gusto ng mundo para sa atin, mga materyal dito sa mundo, mas maraming pagaaring meron ka, mas mabuti, ito daw ang pilit ipinauulit ulit ng mundo sa tin na intindihin, mas 'in' ka pag mayron kang mga bagay na nasa uso. mas marami kang pagaaring nasa uso, mas marami kang pera. bulag ang ilan sa kaalamang ito na hindi na nila naiisip kung anu talaga ang mas mahalaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi q sinasabi na kahat ng mga nakikiuso ay bulag na sa ideyang ito. sana nga lamang habang silay nakikiuso may natutunan sila mula rito. isa sana itong magandang kaalaman..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero naniniwala din aq sa isang aspeto ng buhay na hindi magkapareho ang paniniwala ng isa sa iba, maaaring lahat satin ay nakabasa o nabasa na ang librong 'little prince' at maaaring alam din natin ang bawat pahinang nakapaloob dito..pero naawan paring magkakaiba tayo ng interpretasyon dito para sakin may mga paniniwalang dala-dala na natin sating pagkatao na nagiging basehan kung minsan natin ng ating mga interpretasyon sa mga bagay-bagay. may tagpo pa nga sa librong 'the alchemist' na kung saan sinubukang basahin ng batang santiago ang librong alchemy na pagmamayari ng isang manlalakbay mula sa englatera. pagtapos basahin, naipahayag ni santiago bilang konklusyon niya tungkol sa libro ang kanyang simpleng pagunawa dito, na ikinalungkot ng may ari sapagkat para marahil sa kanya hindi lamang ito isang simpleng pagunawa kundi mas higit pa sa pangunawang ipinahayag ng bata.. naisaisip q gaya marahil sa isang palabas, na maaaring ikatuwa ng iba pero maaaring hindi rin ng iba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mapili aq sa mga librong aking binabasa pero hindi q din sinasabing ang mga napili q ay sapat na para matawag na maganda..para sa kin kasi sayang ang panahon at oras mo kung isang walang kwentang libro ito.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero ngayon, naisaisip kong hindi dahil ito sa kadahilanang iyon kung bakit..pero dahil kundi ito sa kadahilanang alam kong makapangyarihan ang mga libro sa paghubog ng isang paniniwala..&lt;br /&gt;natatakot aq marahil..takot aq sa mga reyalisasyong mababasa q sa mga libro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero sana patnubayan parin aq..&lt;br /&gt;napagdesisyunan ko na kasing basahin na ang librong iyon..&lt;br /&gt;(kailangan kasi may movie na eh..si tom hunks pa ang gaganap, kaya nmn.. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;tuesdays with morie - mitch albom&lt;br /&gt;the alchemist - paolo coelho&lt;br /&gt;little prince - antoine de saint-exupery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*gusto q!&lt;br /&gt;books from summit (lahat!)&lt;br /&gt;the five people you meet in heaven - mitch albom&lt;br /&gt;eleven minutes - paolo coelho&lt;br /&gt;digital fortress - dan brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*disclaimer&lt;br /&gt;ang pamagat sa itaas nga pala ay mababasa lamang sa pamamagitan ng logic..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;pero kung nabasa nyo na ang digital fortress..may ideya na kau.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without a wax,&lt;br /&gt;clinE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-114362994812737131?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/114362994812737131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=114362994812737131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114362994812737131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114362994812737131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/03/libro-holic.html' title='libro-HOLIC'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-114197683481905378</id><published>2006-03-10T14:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T15:05:47.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>animo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sa eskwelahan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 336px; HEIGHT: 216px" height="384" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/eceSTAR.gif" width="1319" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isang linggong paghihintay..at sa wakas ngay bakasyon nanamn, isang taong paghihintay na lamang at magtatapos na kami sa mga parusang aming nararanasan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Isang pagkakataong tinaknakda ng panahon, nagkatagpong mga nilalang..mga naging magkaibigan, minsan pa ngang makaIBIGan..isang kursong sentro ng aming mga pangarap, mga kasanggang naging matapat..ito ang aming mga kwento, ang aking kwento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 490px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="384" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/lasalle1.jpg" width="1319" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 488px; HEIGHT: 254px" height="314" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/lasalle2.jpg" width="1147" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hahanap hanapin ko ang mga pagkalinga nyo.. hanggang sa muli. salamat.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-114197683481905378?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/114197683481905378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=114197683481905378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114197683481905378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/114197683481905378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/03/animo.html' title='animo!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-113965197047028774</id><published>2006-02-11T16:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T17:08:34.066+07:00</updated><title type='text'>eK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;MY (supposedly) NEW YEAR ENTRY.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 495px; HEIGHT: 122px" height="196" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/newYear1.jpg" width="1502" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;wooah.. ganda.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 491px; HEIGHT: 124px" height="167" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/newYear3.jpg" width="1487" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;one of my fab rides sa eK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 488px; HEIGHT: 251px" height="425" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/newYear2.jpg" width="1455" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ok..if ur wondering wer am i on that pix above.. wala poh tlg aq dyan.. kasi nmn.. hndi aq pinayagan.. huhu.. nasa eK cla ng mga panahon na akoy buong araw na natutulog nang nagrounded aq sa paguwi ng late.. (*kaya kung kau ai may lakad dapat before the week ai nagpapagoodshot na kau sa mga parents nyo.. okey kids! learn that from me!) haha! i bet from those pics tlgng nagenjoy ang mga mokong.. asar! wah aq!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-113965197047028774?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/113965197047028774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=113965197047028774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113965197047028774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113965197047028774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/02/ek.html' title='eK'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-113895934508314431</id><published>2006-02-03T16:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:15:43.290+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;bespren BRU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 453px; HEIGHT: 350px" height="358" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/letternk.jpg" width="469" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at sa wakas nga pala kami ng bespren bru q ai bati n uli..hehe..dahil to sa matagumpay na naging retreat nmin.. namiss q tlg cia sobra! db sobrang pareho kami loka loka..only mas malala cia medyo nahawaan nia lang aq.. hehe! pareho din kaming adik pa nyan sa f4 haha! na super secret lang nmin dalawa kasi iknahihiya namin sa class non.. sadyang cia ang bukod tanging tao na ndi natatakot sakin sa twing tumatahimik na aq at walang gustong makausap.. cia lang nag nangungulit sakin sa twing seryoso aq.. at cia lang din ang bukod tanging nagbebenta sakin sa kung cnu cnu para lang magkalovelife naq.. baliw, yan c kae! peace mama kae!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Arial; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;"  &gt;and that letter above nga pala was her letter for me 2 years ago.. ang sweet nmin nyan..kaso kinabukasan natuluyan na nga tlg ciang maospetal nyan.. panu pasaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 82px; HEIGHT: 103px" height="239" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/best_bru.jpg" width="82" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-113895934508314431?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/113895934508314431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=113895934508314431&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113895934508314431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113895934508314431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/02/bespren-bru-at-sa-wakas-nga-pala-kami.html' title=''/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-113885818144008644</id><published>2006-02-02T12:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T17:16:55.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>retreat entry!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;retreat entry! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 515px; HEIGHT: 237px" height="436" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/retreat1.jpg" width="1409" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#ffffff;"&gt;actuali late entry nato.. kasi last year pa naganap tong retreat namin.. pero ngayon q lang kasi nakuha copy ng mga pix.. sobrang saya at ndi tlg nmin malilimutan ang 2days and 1 night retreat namin naun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 519px; HEIGHT: 260px" height="453" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/retreat2.jpg" width="1338" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#ffffff;"&gt;charles huang conference center (CHCC) in nasugbu, batangas.. hmm.. its not our first tym to go there actuali but having all ur original classmates mula first year make it so memorable na mas gugustuhin mo ng wag na sana kau umuwi.. well, medyo lang pala kasi guzto q na pala makapanood ng naruto non..at makapag text ng normal kasi walang signal don..hehe..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-113885818144008644?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/113885818144008644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=113885818144008644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113885818144008644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113885818144008644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/02/retreat-entry.html' title='retreat entry!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-113860968978287620</id><published>2006-01-30T15:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T15:28:09.796+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hapi! hapi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hapi! hapi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;maligayang kaarawan  sa blog q!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;salamat sa lahat naging kaibigan q dito at dahil senyo ai cnipag aqng magpuyat pa lalo at magbabad sa computer kakaresearch ng kung anu dpat maging html code sa ganto at sa ganon.. ang galeng! kc from sobrang walang alam ai ngayon natutunan q nrin kahit papanong magbasa ng mga html code.. hehe, naku pero ndi q cinasabing henyo na aq ah! syempre may mga taong prin poh aqng dapat pasalamatan at dahil sa kanila ai nainspired aq lalo magblog..khit na ngayon ai ban na cia sa skul nmin.. asar nga eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;at ngayon nga poh ai opisyal na isang taon na nga etong syt nato.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hinihiling q lang poh na sana dumami pa ang mga mapadaan dito at maging kaibigan q narin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;muli! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;salamat! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-113860968978287620?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/113860968978287620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=113860968978287620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113860968978287620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113860968978287620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/01/hapi-hapi.html' title='hapi! hapi!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-113629077677871540</id><published>2006-01-03T19:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:42:34.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang Kwento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;"Ang Hangal na Manlalakbay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ito ay isang kwento tungkol sa isang manlalakbay na tinaguriang isang 'Hangal'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kayamanan, salapi, magandang pamumuhay ay nasa kanya na pati narin ang pagkakaroon niya ng likas na kabutihan sa kapwa ay meron din siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang paglalakbay sa ibat-ibang lugar ang ikinasisiya niya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lagi nalang sa paglalakbay niya ang mga bayang nadadaan niya ay hinihingan siya ng tulong na kahit minsan naman itoy kalabisan na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Iho, maawa ka, pahingi ng gamot ... uho!uho!"&lt;/strong&gt; sabi ng isang matandang babae..pagkasabi nitoy agad naman niyang iniabot ang lahat ng pera na dala niya sa awing nadarama niya para dito nang hindi nalalaman kung totoo nga bang nangangailangan ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa nagsunuran na rin pati ang mga kanayunan nito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ako din kailangan ko din ng salapi pambili ng mga pataba saking pananim.." &lt;/strong&gt;sabi ng isang matandang lalaki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"naku, iho ako at ng aking pamilya rin ay nangangailangan ng pambili ng pagkain."&lt;/strong&gt; Sabi ng isang may katamtamang edad na babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"kami din.."&lt;br /&gt;"ako din.."&lt;br /&gt;"dito pa.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At lahat na ngay humingi ng tulong sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;At pawang lahat din ng itoy tinulungan niya..&lt;br /&gt;Lahat-lahat ng kung aning meron siyang pwedeng ibigay ay ibinahagi niya pati narin ang mga natitirang mamahaling mga damit niya ay ibinigay niya para lamang sa kapalit sa pasasalamat ng mga ito sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"salamat, iho"&lt;br /&gt;"salamat po sa inyo"&lt;br /&gt;"naku! Salamat malaking tulong ito.."&lt;br /&gt;"maraming salamat sayo amang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng mga katagang ito ay lubusan niyang ikinasiya..para sa kanya lahat ng itoy sapat na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sa kabilang dako namay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"isa siyang hangal.. haha.."&lt;br /&gt;"kahangalan ang ginawa niya.."&lt;br /&gt;"hangal talaga siyang maituturing.."&lt;br /&gt;"biruin mo lahat ng meron siya ay ibinahagi na niya..haha!! at tayo lahat ang nakinabang non! Haha!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hangal!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha! Anu pa ngayon ang silbi niya? Wala na siya maski ano... kahihiyan na lamang siya ngayon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang lahat nga ng kanyang natulungan ay sabay sabay na lamang naghalaklakan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"umwahaha!!! "&lt;br /&gt;"ang Manlalakbay na Hangal!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit sa kabila ng ito hindi ito narinig ng naturingan nilng manlalakbay na 'hangal'… Sa halip lubusang kaligayahan lamang ang naramdaman niya ng mga panahong iyon para sa kanya sapat ng kapalit ang mga ngiti sa mukha ng buong nayon at ang sa pagaakala niyang taos na pasasalamat ng mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil narin sa pati mga natitira niyang saplot ay naipamahagi na rin niya.. naisipan niyang magtago na lamang sa kagubatan, dala na rin ng hiyang naramdaman niya para sa sarili niya.. naisip niyang wala ng dahilan para tumigil sa kanayunan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"paano na lamang kung may makita aqng isang nangangailangan? Paano ko pa siya matutulungan? Kaya mas mainam na sa gubat nalamang ako maninirahan.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na lamang ang mga katagang naisaisip niya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hubad siyang nagpalakad lakad sa kagubatan..&lt;br /&gt;Sa paglalakad nakatagpo siya ng mga halimaw na naninirahan doon. Mga halimaw na sabik sa isang taong katulad niya..&lt;br /&gt;Masugid itong sinuyo siya para pumayag siyang magpakain sa mga ito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"sige na pumayag ka ng kainin namin...&lt;br /&gt;nagugutom na talaga kami...grrrraaaaawwwwwl!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At di nga nagtagal ay pumayg siya dahil nakadama siya ng matinding awa sa mga ito...&lt;br /&gt;Inaalay niya nag bawat parte ng katawan niya sa mga ito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At isa isa ngang pinaghatian ng mga halimaw ang bawat parte ng katawan niya hanggang sa ang isa niyang mata ay kunin na rin ng isang halimaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang isang mata nalamang ang natira sa kanya. May inihandog ang mga halimaw sa kanya. At kasabay din ang buong bigkas ng mga ito ng pasasalamat sa kanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"salamat!"&lt;br /&gt;"maraming salamat!"&lt;br /&gt;"ngayon malakas na kami.."&lt;br /&gt;"salamat.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Wika ng mga nabusog ng halimaw.&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga narinig na katagang ito… lubusang nagalak ang 'hangal' na manlalakbay sa pagaakalang siya ay lubusan naging kapakipakinabang para sa mga ito... maligaya siya sa kabila ng ngayoy wala na ang ibang parte ng katawan niya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"At kung hindi dahil sa mga bahagi ng iyong katawan na ipinamahagi samin tuluyan na nga kami ngayong lumakas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"haha... tunay na ngang may likas kang kabutihan kahit isa kang...&lt;br /&gt;... Hangal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ang huling katagang binitiwan nga nitoy hindi na rin niya narinig. Maingay na masyado ang mga halimaw na nakapalibot sa kanya,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Salamat."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Para sa kanya ito lamang mga katagang iyon ay sapat na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At may iniabot ngang regalo ang mga ito sa manlalakbay... kapalit ng kabutihang ibinahagi niya... pagkatapos ay nilisan siya ng mga ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naiwan siya at ang kalakip na regalo ng mga ito. Nang itoy buksan niya isang sulat ang nakapalakip dito, papel na may nakasulat na "Hangal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa halip na makadama ng galit sa katotohanang natuklasan niya sa isang sulat ay napaiyak na lamang siya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"ang saya ko! Maraming salamat! Kayo ang kauna-unahang naghandog sa akin ng isang regalong tulad nito... Salamat... "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;At sa huli nga ay nasabi din niya ang mga katagang lubusang nagpasiya din sa kanya... sa pagkakataong ito nga lamang ay siya naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Salamat."&lt;/strong&gt; naisawika niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos nga noo'y hindi niya napigilan ang pagdaloy ng kanyang mga luha...&lt;br /&gt;Dahil sa iisa na lamang ang mata niya tuluyang wala na siyang nakita at ang natirang parte ng katawan nyay ulo na lamang ay tuluyan nawalan narin ng silbi nang pati ito ay kainin narin ng mga halimaw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At tuluyan na nga siyang namatay nang dahil doon…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;Sa tingin nyo, isa nga ba siyang 'Hangal'?&lt;br /&gt;Kahangalan nga bang maituturing ang nagawa niya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nalaman q tong kwento nato sa cartoon series na 'fruit basket'. Hindi yon isa sa mga personal qng paborito na anime'. Sadyang nailipat q lamang ang channel at tamang tama na ang kwento ng 'hangal na manlalakbay' ang isinasabuhay nito. (naku! Sori medyo na revised q lang ng konti to! Pero andon parin nmn yong essence ng story eh! Hehe..)&lt;br /&gt;Ang weird lang kasi, the story hit me hard. Napaiyak aq sa kwento niya.. (to think na cartoons lang siya.. haha! Napaka tearjerky q talaga!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero bout don sa huling katanungang, kung isa nga ba siyang 'hangal'...&lt;br /&gt;Personally, masasabi qng oO, napakahangal niya para isipin pa ang kapakanan ng iba kaysa sa sarili niya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadyang ang mundo nga natin ngayon ay puno ng mga manlilinlang at dapat lamang na maging mapanuri at mautak tayo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngunit iba ang manlalakbay na nasa kwento, lahat ng itoy isinantabi niya at ang kinailangan niya lang ai ang kanyang puso para makapamuhay siya.. Hangal ngang maituturing na kahit minsan ai hindi man lamang niya naisip kung nililinlang naba cia ng mga nilalang na nakapalibot sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa kabila ng mga paniniwala q sa buhay na akala koy sapat na, may natutuhan aq mula sa manlalakbay na iyon.. at lubusang ikinainggitan q ito sa kanya..&lt;br /&gt;Masaya niyang nilisan ang kanyang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Na sa ngayon ang mahihiling q lang ay makontento at gaya niya maging maligaya. Maging masaya sa kung ano ang meron ka, may kayamanan ka man o kahit walang wala na talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Naku maxado na ata akong madrama dito! Haha! Nakakapanibago naman... :)&lt;br /&gt;La lang matagal nang hindi aq nakakasulat ng gaya nito.. naway ngayong bagong taon makontento at magpasalamat tayo sa kung anuman ang naiwan natin ng nagdaang taon...&lt;br /&gt;Gawin mo ang sa tingin mong nararapat! Maging masaya ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas! Bagong taon na! Hindi man natin mababago ang bahagi kung san tayo nagsimula.. sadyang parte prin ito ng ating buhay subalit isaisip na nasa atin din ang lahat ng kapangyarihan para baguhin o mabago ang magiging kapalaran at wakas nito. Gawing isang magandang katapusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muli,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Salamat."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maligaya akong napadaan ka... aking hangal na manlalakbay... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-113629077677871540?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/113629077677871540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=113629077677871540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113629077677871540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113629077677871540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2006/01/isang-kwento.html' title='Isang Kwento.'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-113543069044837435</id><published>2005-12-24T20:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T20:29:38.703+07:00</updated><title type='text'>noche buena</title><content type='html'>9:31 pm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wah! hapi bday poh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papa jesus..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maligayang kapaskuhan sating lahat!&lt;br /&gt;salamat sa mga napadaan! two and a half hours nlng at bday na nya..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. oxia babush n muna at aq ai kakain mo na.. umwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;naku! welcome more pounds! haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;at kylangan q ng magload.. (grr! no choice.. :( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung kylangan nyo nga pla ng kaibigan..&lt;br /&gt;try nyo q itxt..(actuali aq tlg may kylangan..)&lt;br /&gt;hirs my no.. (naku ones in a blue moon lang to..haha!)&lt;br /&gt;09287618250.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-113543069044837435?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/113543069044837435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=113543069044837435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113543069044837435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113543069044837435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/12/noche-buena.html' title='noche buena'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-113454592542321157</id><published>2005-12-14T14:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T14:38:45.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG height=347 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/good%20old%20days/ShowLetter.jpg" width=467&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG height=349 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/good%20old%20days/ShowLetter1.jpg" width=465&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 452px; HEIGHT: 315px" height=210 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/good%20old%20days/ShowLetter6.jpg" width=452&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG height=349 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/good%20old%20days/ShowLetter2.jpg" width=464&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG height=345 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/good%20old%20days/ShowLetter3.jpg" width=461&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;IMG height=349 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/good%20old%20days/ShowLetter4.jpg" width=458&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG style="WIDTH: 455px; HEIGHT: 325px" height=344 alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/good%20old%20days/ShowLetter5.jpg" width=455&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;beautiful small thoughts.. :) a friend emailed it to me.. ang cute! la lang..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-113454592542321157?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/113454592542321157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=113454592542321157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113454592542321157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113454592542321157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/12/beautiful-small-thoughts.html' title=''/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/good%20old%20days/th_ShowLetter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-113409413255068233</id><published>2005-12-07T09:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T09:20:26.696+07:00</updated><title type='text'>picturepicture!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 131px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="295" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/qt8.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 129px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="297" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/qt7.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! ol excited to go retreat! picture picture muna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 263px; HEIGHT: 559px" height="639" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/qt4.jpg" width="365" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cindy!my kapatid!galing ponyang kumanta!(tulad q..:)) walang magawa sa rum (pictorial?)pavirgin daw kami sbi ng isa qng klasmeyt kasi cla lahat nagmamakeface tapos kami lang dw seryoso sa picture taking..haha! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 133px; HEIGHT: 144px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/qt2.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 128px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="289" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/qt.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang ibang mas nkkabadtrip kundi ang paggicng ng maaga sa umaga.. &lt;img style="WIDTH: 261px; HEIGHT: 229px" height="281" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/qt1.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matry nga picturan salamin..(haha!cnu niloko q?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 138px; HEIGHT: 138px" height="282" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/inday6.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 139px" height="287" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/inday4.jpg" width="179" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gitara q! kung nakakapagsalita lang cguro cia..cguro minura nya na aq.."hoy ****"ka ah! kylan mo aq balak tugtugin uli?" haha! miss q na sobra paggigitara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-113409413255068233?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/113409413255068233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=113409413255068233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113409413255068233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113409413255068233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/12/picturepicture.html' title='picturepicture!!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-113297283837678810</id><published>2005-11-26T09:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T09:40:38.390+07:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect day???</title><content type='html'>asar talaga!&lt;br /&gt;ive been olways wanting to write in this blog..&lt;br /&gt;a something to be called a real "good one"..&lt;br /&gt;but here i am.. couldnt even start with such a word..&lt;br /&gt;im still feeling that damn feeling inside me..&lt;br /&gt;am i broke? or my faith does..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey.. cge na nga ang  kulit q&lt;br /&gt;ilang months na nga aq hindi nakakapagpost and&lt;br /&gt;here i am.. all out negative prin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cge..to na tlaga try q at least..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm..for past weeks aq ai abala sa&lt;br /&gt;pakikipagcope up with my new sked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaba, takot, panghihinayang naramdamn q&lt;br /&gt;sa twing naaalala q na im on my really own n&lt;br /&gt;world war 3 na kami for life ng naging bespren q&lt;br /&gt;for about 3 years,&lt;br /&gt;new klasmeyt, new environment&lt;br /&gt;panibagong pakikisalamuha nnmn..&lt;br /&gt;onething i really want to say to her?&lt;br /&gt;i miss you na bru! pero malabong&lt;br /&gt;maging magkaibigan uli kami, patawad pero masaya&lt;br /&gt;na rin aq  ng ganto..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okey! new klasmeyt..napunta lang nmn aq&lt;br /&gt;sa class ng criminology..&lt;br /&gt;eee.. ang weird at first kc parang tingin nila skin alien&lt;br /&gt;tz.. parang ngayon lang cla nakakita ng babae&lt;br /&gt;ngayon q lang dn na feel na girl pala aq? hehe&lt;br /&gt;e kahit nga sa class nmin, guys der consider me&lt;br /&gt;as one of the boys nrin.. as in totally!&lt;br /&gt;something hit me oh! i miss them sobra! khit&lt;br /&gt;sobrang ginagaso nila aq araw araw dati..&lt;br /&gt;being in that class made me appreciate them more&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. ang drama! (kaya i cant wait na magretreat n kami dis dec2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but actually.. masaya rin pala ang mga crim class ksama&lt;br /&gt;mababaw cla yet sobrang masaya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya i really do hope na kapag nasa field na cla&lt;br /&gt;ai hindi cla matulad sa ibang nasa service na&lt;br /&gt;kalokohan ang mga pinaggagawa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stand q! RESPECT !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing more pa pala! sana a right justice will serve&lt;br /&gt;para sa nabiktima ng ortigas shoot out,&lt;br /&gt;medyo late nato pero i was really devastated&lt;br /&gt;of what i saw sa mga tv news..&lt;br /&gt;konti nlng tlg at mawawalan n tlg aq ng&lt;br /&gt;rason para maging proud pa dito sa ating bansa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti nlang at masarap ang serbeto na tinitinda sa daan dito..&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-113297283837678810?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/113297283837678810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=113297283837678810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113297283837678810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/113297283837678810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/11/perfect-day.html' title='perfect day???'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-112994675480952903</id><published>2005-10-22T08:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T09:05:54.816+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>mY in-clinE lifE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay..&lt;br /&gt;cguro some are wondring why lagi aqng napapabuntong hininga..&lt;br /&gt;me myself wonder also..&lt;br /&gt;forr me its kinda a relief or escape..&lt;br /&gt;kkhit s isang saglit lang maease ang feeling na ..&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. ndi q  mmadiscribe..&lt;br /&gt;tatlo bagsak q this sem..&lt;br /&gt;i got a funny qoute pa ngaa from a friend saying..&lt;br /&gt;"hirap umibig, hirap umiyak, hirap magmahal, hirap dn masaktan, hirap umasa, hirap din mabigo pero mas magirap sa lahat.. ENGIEERING..&lt;br /&gt;biruin mo kumain ka ng calcu (calculator) bagsak parin"&lt;br /&gt;natawa aq.. totoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para skin ayus lang n bumagsaak&lt;br /&gt;para skiin hindi prin to batayan ng buhay..&lt;br /&gt;para saa akin.. saa totoo lang ngayon hndi q n rin alam..&lt;br /&gt;im lost tlga..&lt;br /&gt;bkit ba..&lt;br /&gt;tama ba tong nararamdaman q?&lt;br /&gt;i feel such a loser..&lt;br /&gt;hay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can anyone tell me whats the real purpose of living this life?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-112994675480952903?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/112994675480952903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=112994675480952903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/112994675480952903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/112994675480952903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-in-cline-life.html' title=''/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-112746948885936196</id><published>2005-09-23T16:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T17:39:15.453+07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 420px; HEIGHT: 838px" height="830" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/naruto88.jpg" width="379" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadyang di matatawaran ang ligaya at saya na nadarama sa twing sasaapit na ang pasko..hay..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;hapi christmas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-112746948885936196?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/112746948885936196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=112746948885936196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/112746948885936196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/112746948885936196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/09/christmas.html' title='CHRISTmas'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-112436075471441540</id><published>2005-08-18T17:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T14:33:24.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="159" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/we8.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 110px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="121" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/we7.jpg" width="103" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 166px; HEIGHT: 142px" height="126" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/ECEgurls.jpg" width="173" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 114px; HEIGHT: 147px" height="149" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/we6.jpg" width="114" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="249" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/we3.jpg" width="269" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 123px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="143" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/Kapal.jpg" width="181" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 159px" height="252" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/we4.jpg" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;mga klasmeyts qng pasaway..pero love q..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-112436075471441540?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/112436075471441540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=112436075471441540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/112436075471441540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/112436075471441540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/08/mga-klasmeyts-qng-pasaway.html' title=''/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-112098997758793668</id><published>2005-07-10T17:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:32:06.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'>isang kwento</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wala wala wala !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;mamang driver sa jeep:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;san eto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ako:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;dyan lang po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;mamang driver sa jeep:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kulang pa tong bayad mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ako:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;studyante po..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;mamang driver sa jeep:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;kulang parin to miss..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;ako:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;to be continued..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;commercial muna..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;:) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 172px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/Cline31.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 168px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/Cline27.jpg" width="175" /&gt;                                                &lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/Cline19.jpg" width="176" /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 167px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/Cline24.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/Cline26.jpg" width="177" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 173px; HEIGHT: 143px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/Cline18.jpg" width="175" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;featuring ang babaeng pacute..hehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-112098997758793668?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/112098997758793668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=112098997758793668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/112098997758793668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/112098997758793668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/07/isang-kwento.html' title='isang kwento'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111940399343480871</id><published>2005-06-22T08:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:46:10.536+07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer_log</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;woah! what a &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;summer&lt;/span&gt;! at ngayon nga sa muli ay pasukan nnmn..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pero may mga bagay po na mahirap igive up na nakasanayan mo ng buong summer para saken eto po ang mga yon..:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; matulog ng madaling araw at matulog kinabukasan ng buong araw..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; kumain, nang kumain nang kumain..hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; manood ng tv ng walang hanggan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; mapaos sa kakakanta sa videokehan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; mapud2 na mga daliri sa kakatxt..(mali kahit pala hindi summer magagawa mo un..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; ang mag-movie marathon..kahit anu nalang basta makapanood..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; ang maadik sa mga tsenobelas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; ang ma.. walan ng maisip..tulad ngayon.. oops! time na nmin kylangan q ng pumasok! babye!labo! labo q tlaga.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111940399343480871?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111940399343480871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111940399343480871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111940399343480871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111940399343480871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/06/summerlog.html' title='summer_log'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111939964840457154</id><published>2005-06-22T07:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T07:20:48.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>green_teddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/bfq.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111939964840457154?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111939964840457154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111939964840457154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111939964840457154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111939964840457154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/06/greenteddy.html' title='green_teddy'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111908504121248007</id><published>2005-06-18T15:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:35:11.680+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovely</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 155px" height="166" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/lovely/Set522_01.jpg" width="223" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 161px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="168" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/lovely/Set521_01.jpg" width="263" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 150px; HEIGHT: 165px" height="249" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/lovely/Set441_01.jpg" width="152" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 164px" height="207" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/lovely/Set116_01.jpg" width="172" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 148px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="194" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/lovely/Set441_02.jpg" width="151" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 168px" height="141" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/lovely/Set367_011.jpg" width="249" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;pamangkin q! c l&lt;img style="WIDTH: 196px; HEIGHT: 154px" height="187" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/lovely/Set510_01.jpg" width="223" /&gt;ovely...nichole jazzrielle _______..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111908504121248007?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111908504121248007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111908504121248007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111908504121248007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111908504121248007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/06/lovely.html' title='lovely'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/lovely/th_Set522_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111908467120319891</id><published>2005-06-18T15:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:36:09.316+07:00</updated><title type='text'>on-leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 351px; HEIGHT: 200px" height="225" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/pAnGeT004.jpg" width="120" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;month of may:&lt;/span&gt; for the month of may..actuali half lang pla, nasa baras, rizal aq..love the baryo sorrounding there. kaso sobrang la aqong magawa don! buti nalng may baby..kakatuwa cia! sobrang fond aq bout babies!akala q mahihirapan aqng umalis dahil kay lovely pero sobrang talinong bata alam nya tlga na uuwi na aq at un na tlg guz2 qng gawin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 180px; HEIGHT: 156px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/pAnGeT005.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; june, 06 2005:&lt;/span&gt; friends q since high skul pa, la lang binisita nila aq at ginulo mundo q..pero cla tlg ung tipong parang mga utol q na..love q cla sobra! kungmay umaway na iba sa kanila malibanm saken..patay!papatay aq ng lamok..hehe..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 171px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="288" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/pAnGeT002.jpg" width="138" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 157px" height="207" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/pAnGeT001.jpg" width="301" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;june, 14 2005: &lt;/span&gt;hay pasukan na namn! and tong maga eto nnmn ang kakaharapin q..basta! 2 more years to go pa! at matatapos nrin ang paghihirap q sa engineering course na guz2 ng tatay q este na kinuha q pala..hehe..:) 4rth year na kami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 137px" height="256" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/pAnGeT011.jpg" width="143" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;wanted: boy-friend &lt;/span&gt;litterally boy na friend hindi friend na boy...basta! wala lang! after nong last, ang hirap..although sobrang nkpg-move on na tlga aq, pressure to be with someone nmn kinahaharap q..andyan ung best friend qng panay reto ng mga kung san nya nakuhang guy, chaperon sa twing may date mga girl friends q..parang naaawa cla saken sa twing nagiisa aq..hay..love my freedom now but i cant easily let go of the feeling na everytime nakakakita aq ng lovers..huhu..pero joke lang tlg lahat ng to, cyempre masaya prin aq! dami q na uling crush! hehe and andyan din mga friends qng totoong mahal aq kaya bakit pa aq maghahanap ng iba? and oh! my ex is my friend still.(plastikan lang hehe joke!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111908467120319891?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111908467120319891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111908467120319891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111908467120319891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111908467120319891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/06/on-leave.html' title='on-leave'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111519539887592837</id><published>2005-05-04T15:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:18:06.956+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hay..:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="144" alt="ang cute-cute!" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/aq13.jpg" width="161" /&gt;&lt;img height="144" alt="nasa mt. pinatubo way namin!" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/aq9.jpg" width="171" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="abay..wala aqng choice.." src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/Abay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img height="198" alt="with my kUyA!" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/aq12.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 162px; HEIGHT: 144px" height="144" alt="7 yr. old po aq ng mga pnahon na ito " src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/aq11.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 144px" height="144" alt="isa pa!haPI b-DaY tO mE! " src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/aq6.jpg" width="164" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="182" alt="baby pictuRe!" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/aq10.jpg" width="162" /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 170px; HEIGHT: 182px" height="197" alt="haPI b-DaY tO mE!" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/aq5.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;hehe..sarap maging bata uli..kung saan wala kang ibang pwedeng gawin kundi isipin kung panu kumain, maglaro, at matulog...sadly hindi q rin to naranasan...kasi we have to move from and to other places...because of some family matters...pero nakakamiss dn pla ung mga gabi na bigla nalng aq magigicng out of the dark wondering wheres my mom...i really cant figure out kung namimiss q b tlg cia..cguro minsan..but this is what destiny bring us..kaya im making the most out of it..i really do hope for her happiness in this lifetime..cause we find ours..khit wala cia..happiness na ndi nya nahanap samen..i'd liked to soon be seing her again if not in this lifetime cguro sa afterlife nlng.. :&lt;br /&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/10517746-111519539887592837?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111519539887592837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111519539887592837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111519539887592837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111519539887592837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/05/hay.html' title='hay..:)'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111510639107155052</id><published>2005-05-03T14:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:47:10.550+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tahtah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/aq3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ive been wanting to have a real tatoo..pero ayaw q pa nmn magsarili ng pamumuhay..kaya stick muna aq sa mga rules ng tatay q...kaya this will be the alternative..pwede nrin..:) it symbolizes the letter A, a for...my real name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111510639107155052?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111510639107155052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111510639107155052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111510639107155052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111510639107155052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/05/tahtah.html' title='tahtah!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111510625791894285</id><published>2005-05-03T14:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:50:53.686+07:00</updated><title type='text'>shox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/aq8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la aqng magawa...im bored! gusto q magswimming pero di pwede! sana lang wala aqng bagsak ngayong summer...hay! :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111510625791894285?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111510625791894285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111510625791894285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111510625791894285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111510625791894285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/05/shox.html' title='shox!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111433044443738659</id><published>2005-04-24T15:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:00:46.236+07:00</updated><title type='text'>thanx!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tHanK yOU!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;These are the following persons visited my blog...salamat!!! if not because of you i will not have many marked foot prints here... kahit 600 palang kayo (actually mga 150, 1/4 lang talaga cla... the rest kc aq lang din... :)) pap pa rap pap pah...love ko to... jobee!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111433044443738659?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111433044443738659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111433044443738659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111433044443738659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111433044443738659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/04/thanx.html' title='thanx!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111433032185504063</id><published>2005-04-24T15:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:56:13.876+07:00</updated><title type='text'>love q to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;lOvE Q tO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. mag-ipon! For a new phone!&lt;br /&gt;2. mag-diet&lt;br /&gt;3. mag-diet&lt;br /&gt;4. try to fight for the right&lt;br /&gt;5. lessen sleeping late at night&lt;br /&gt;6. read more books, books that can inspire&lt;br /&gt;7. lessen blogging, mali! Surfing nlang&lt;br /&gt;8. try be into sports more&lt;br /&gt;9. try not to have d last song syndrome coz i humm all the time&lt;br /&gt;10. try not to cheat (sa exams...)&lt;br /&gt;11. try to complement good works of other but to much&lt;br /&gt;12. maglinis ng kwarto ko&lt;br /&gt;13. maglakad pauwi&lt;br /&gt;14. try to smile more often&lt;br /&gt;15. be friends with my summer classm8s&lt;br /&gt;16. and know each of their names&lt;br /&gt;17. try to aim for the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (password para makausap q ang mga ‘kUpaL’)&lt;br /&gt;Mikey pasimuno nito...pero it really works...nakakausap ko talaga cla ng matino pag cnasabi q tong password nato pero hindi ko alam true meaning...mga ‘kUpAL’ tlg ayaw sabihin! Cla kc mga ka-tropapeeps q ngayon...don’t have any choice nmn eh...first year cla n a ksama q...nasanay nrin aq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIR, two things i love in this lifetime, 1. kumain next to that 2. matulog, hehe... leave a print if you disagree with me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111433032185504063?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111433032185504063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111433032185504063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111433032185504063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111433032185504063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/04/love-q-to.html' title='love q to!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111433023876388304</id><published>2005-04-23T15:10:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:19:05.223+07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer digest III</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sUmMEr diGesT III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;      &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  7.&lt;/span&gt; we caught (almost) by our professor cheating ... as i was waiting for the moment he announces the names of those who has the same solution, there me myself and i at the backseat of that very room holding my breath tight, praying na sana...”wag name q, wag nmn...” i sighed for a relief when he didn’t. I don’t know why in that particular moment i don’t want to be called by my surname, it’s like im paranoid thinking that would be my prof...and now what a relief, i would still have my pride carrying it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(true is, no.2 and 3 lang naman kinopya ko eh! Ooops! I hope anyone here reading this keep it as a secret...:))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 8.&lt;/span&gt; one i don’t like about summer class,... running out of clothes to wear!!! Fashion emergency, HeLp!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 9.&lt;/span&gt; c &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;pink mAsK&lt;/span&gt; nga pla ay wala na... sumakabilang buhay nap o cia... (kasama po kasi cia sa nawala qng phone...:() mga katotong-sun, wait nyo na lang c pink mask if not in this lifetime sa past life nalang...pede rin sa future...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;. wah!!! I supposedly have a video playing here of the song “hu wil save ur soul” by jEwEL but there’s a big traffic (daw) in distributing the video and they’ll soon fix it (daw) kaya sana as soon as possible. Can’t wait to share my fave song to you...yes you! You na you!&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 11.&lt;/span&gt; i’ll soon be seeing my long apart friend cK (yaya!!!) its been almost two years since she left the phiL. to migrate in the US state... and now she’s visiting here...nya!nya!nya! chocolate ko? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;   12.&lt;/span&gt; i now loving the feeling of having a crush again on someone!!! The guy crew where i usually hang out with my classmates...wah!!!ang cutie nya...but i don’t know his name! Hmmm...:)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; our class has been cut-out! Because of the strike of the jeepney drivers...hmmm... i have this feeling na madadagdagan nnmn ng piso ang pamasahe... it surely be a bad news to us commuters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; im gaining more pounds!!!grrr!!! i’m getting more fatter and fatter everyday!!! eiiii...masarap kasi kumain lalo na ng ice cream this summer...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;. and speaking of one, asar ung lady na pinagbibilhan ko ng dirty ice cream sa isang mall... ang sabi q, ung tig-pa-five lang (ung nasa cone) tapos ung nasa cup ang binigay, ayaw!!! Gsto ko nga ung nasa cone eh!!!but i ended up eating it still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; we finally have a new pope! C...naku! kalimutan ko na, basta cia c pope benedict 16th...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;. there’s this add i see on mtv. Celebrities whose actually campaigning it... they’re campaigning to have your signature be counted as one... (mali! Di ko masyado cia na-absorb kaya...censya na...) but doing it really gives you a purpose in life...for it is a fight against (sa pagkakaalam q lang ah...) poverty, poor education, prostitution, deadly diseases, etc... around the world and having you to registered could actually be a big help...kaya, basta!!!visit it nalang (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.one.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;www.one.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;) hassle free, id actually try it.mabilis lang nmn eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; Jonhy Depp!!! Finding Never Land... gsto ko cia panoorin!!! Kaso la aqng ksama...:( wanna date? Joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;          &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 19.&lt;/span&gt; Samara (the ring II) one word, hmmm... yon pala yon!!! Now i know the whole story...:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;20.&lt;/span&gt; someone hack my email add! grrr!!!kaya hindi ko na cia mabuksan... Now i have to back all over from scratch...here’s my new email add:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:in_cline_anne@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;in_cline_anne@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but if you take a look at it, mga nangyari saken this summer...wala na akong phone, la na rin ung 3yr email add q, i’m irregular student, nd la narin kami...hay... parang im destined to do all over things in a whole new perspective... (tama ba yon? really dunno...) parang new life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111433023876388304?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111433023876388304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111433023876388304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111433023876388304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111433023876388304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/04/summer-digest-iii.html' title='summer digest III'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111432986122123824</id><published>2005-04-23T14:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T14:53:38.150+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want revenge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I wAnT ReVenGE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this grrr!l (guy soul in a girl body) enemy...&lt;br /&gt;It happened when i rented one of her computer, in a shop she owned in our village... aba! 6:40pm po ako nag-log-in and when i checked to log-out na, 5:20 ako sinign sa not so new (luma talaga as in!) na notebook niya...sabi ko that would be imposible because quarter to 6 ako umalis samin!!! Aba! Aba! Ayaw talaga! 5:20 daw ako naglog-in... at that very moment , i wanted to transform as darna and kicked her _ _s!!!sa sobrang gigil ko sa kanya... and aq pa lolokohin eh nagpramis pa nga aq sa tatay q na 15 min lang aq magiinternet kasi wala na kaming prepaid. And ang ginawa ko lang ay mag email ng tanong sa professor q!!!and that would take 2hrs? Im like paranoid pa nga keep on checking sa wall clock making sure na 15 min lng un...what a b*L#?#*It!!! Kahit anong klaseng integration or differentiation gawin hindi pwede yon!!!grrr!!! asar talaga ako sa kanya!!! But well, itinayo ko pa rin bandera ko when i payed her my hat she called bill and then walk out... with my head up. I’m not so over with that incident and so with her also!!! Maghintay lang cia and i’ll be planning pa for my sweet revenge!!! Actually i have na... i love you virus!&lt;br /&gt;Rated PG&lt;br /&gt;Ipinapaalala kop o sa mga kabataan na wag nyo po ako tularan, ang paggamit ng masama sa kapwa ay hindi maganda...pero galit po talaga ako kaya gagawin ko pa rin ito...umuahahahahahahahahahahahahahaahahahahahahuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhohohoho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111432986122123824?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111432986122123824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111432986122123824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111432986122123824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111432986122123824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-want-revenge.html' title='i want revenge'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111432937133794303</id><published>2005-04-21T14:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T15:28:50.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer digest II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;sUmMEr diGesT II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; I got a failing grade again in one of our major exam in electric circuits 2, sana natulog nalang pala ako the night after…aral-aral pa kasi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  2.&lt;/span&gt; My phone just got lost! Now I don’t know how im going to tell it to my dad! He’ll freakin be mad at me! Could anyone give me his or her spare? Anyone? (Candy ba etich?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  3.&lt;/span&gt; I tripped and rolled down the side canal… because I’m excited to slip into this cute high heeled sandals I got from a friend, my toes are still aching from that incident. Good thing no one that I knew saw me…umuahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;       &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  4.&lt;/span&gt; I’m not feeling well this past few days…kagabi nga sobrang nag-chi-chill aq but I couldn’t stay in bed even if I want to, exam kasi kaya e2… review, nd konting headache… :(&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Someone told me na tension headache daw pala to… it’s where like your “heads-being-squeezed-like-grape” pain. People that have insomia are more likely can have this kind of headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;           &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;   Here are some of the causes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- missed meals&lt;br /&gt;- Lack of sleep&lt;br /&gt;- sobrang panonood ng mga chinovelas na nakaka-tense&lt;br /&gt;- pagbabasa nitong blog ko&lt;br /&gt;- pakikipagusap sa mga ‘kUpaL’ (dats wat they wanted me to call them…) klasmeyts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Namely: jaypee (d tikbalang), mikey (d tekibu [u nid to reverse it if u want to know the real meaning of it…hehe! Peace tau mike!]), dha2 (d dha2mot), dhen2 (d…nevermind! Bati pla kami nito.), Jason (d kulot salot [loveyah!]) and un lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- ang pag-aaral ng hanggang madaling araw tz malalaman mong bagsak k rin pla!db nakakafrustrate?&lt;br /&gt;- at ang sobrang pagiisip ng kung anu kaya pwedeng ipost d2…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;         &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;     how to avoid:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- just avoid stress! The reason why it’s called a tension headache...&lt;br /&gt;- or kung ayaw parin…try mo ng uminom ng muriatic acid...tingnan lang natin kung may mararamdaman kapang sakit sa ulo...&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: aq lamang po ay walang magawa kaya patnubayan po ang inyong mga sarili sa pagbabasa ng blog nato...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  5.&lt;/span&gt; we’re through... but i gained a friend in him though... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;        &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;  6.&lt;/span&gt; i’m lost... la lang, la na ako masabi eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, thats life! Ang sabi nga ni professor Morie ay learned to take any emotion, love, grief, fear, and pain, etc...and allow yourself to go all the way through it... and then learned to detached yourself from it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;acceptance and letting go, that is... I’m coping with it... trying at least...:)&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/10517746-111432937133794303?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111432937133794303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111432937133794303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111432937133794303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111432937133794303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/04/summer-digest-ii.html' title='summer digest II'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111361549614335340</id><published>2005-04-16T08:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T08:38:16.143+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;BR&gt;&lt;IMG alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/aaa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111361549614335340?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111361549614335340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111361549614335340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111361549614335340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111361549614335340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/04/image-hosted-by-photobucketcom.html' title=''/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111313074985993297</id><published>2005-04-10T17:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T14:53:57.123+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sUmMeR diGesT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/pope.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;First and foremost, I want to give condolences to all people who are grieving for the death of a great man Our pope, Carol, Pope John Paul II...he doesn't just enlighten us with his word from god but influence us in his holiness to do well. By transcending all religions into one... he is not bias. For him, were all equal just like god sees us to be truly, he will be living forever in each one of us, in our hearts (mahal po namin kayo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;sUmMeR DigEsTs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;okey, this would be too late na to post but ill write it down prn just to make me feel better..and what the heck, this is my jorn!kaya ill post whatever I want to post! Umuahahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;nakapasa aq! s electromagnetics!the very least subject I expected! Akala ko talaga there is no way na makapasa pa aq don 85 lang naman kasi ang kailangan ko sa finals (maka 60 nga sobrang ginto na para samin, 85 pa kaya?) then sinabi ng prof&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ko (which by the way tropa namin.. super galing magturo pero super hirap magpaexam!) na kailangan perfect aq sa lahat ng quizzes at ung s final exam(n sobrang imposible!!!) but by the help of my fellow classma8s I eventually got perfect score in all of my quizzes! (grabe! Kapit aq sa patalim! And besides all of my classma8s doing it na kaya maki- join! Full forces kami lahat! Kaya sa mga dear classma8s q mahal ko kayo! [sandara's accent])&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;lalo na kila: Cindy, Ebetty, Dhen2, Dani, Jason, Kae (na k-cold war ko ng mga panahon na yon pero bespren bru ko parin!), sa mga tropang likod nab ago naming ka-block, Jay, Ernan (daddy!), Vincent, Ralph (yayo! Wag ka ng papahuli pag magbibigay ka sakin ng "noli" [term namin for codigo]), sa kabila; Sam, Mj, Rj, Jaypee :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;na-realize q na hindi talaga advisable ang pagkakaroon ng credits [utang]. Sobrang naghihirap na aq ngayon kasi wala na pati ipon q naipangbayad q na lahat huhuhu :( kaya ban na muna saken yang mga catalog nay an!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;this is it! Nags-summer n aq! The best way to enjoy summer? Magaral cyempre (uho!uho! kailangan kong paniwalain sarili q na enjoy mag-summer class) no choise, demanding course naming pero fourth year na kami! Wheow! What a course! What did I put myself into ba?... 1 more year pa! Fifth year na kami! hApI SumMer!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7pt 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;gusto q nga rin palang pasalamatan ang SUN, totoong anything happens under the sun, dahil sayo madaming nabuo na pagiibigan mabuhay kayo!hehe..pero nakakabaliw! Lalo na pagunlimited ka.. na-sspoil mga inspirational quotes (hehe, suspect aq don actauli :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-tab-count: 1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;For more inspirational quotes, just subscribe at this numbers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;All [single] and available (daw!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Mask&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;09225326632&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Blue Mask&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;09223254967&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Black Mask&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;09223799895&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Yellow Mask&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;09223762280&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Green Mask&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;09223762282&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Pink Mask&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;09224597738&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;naaasar pala aq! Dahil ang pinakamamahal kong gitara ay may gasgas! Parang basag narin yong tunog niya! Kaya iniyakan at isinumpa kong wala ng makakahiram non!!! (grrr!!! Kung hindi lang kita gitarista, napatay na kita orville!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.75in; TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .75in"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 100% 'Times New Roman'"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have this curse na laging nawawalan ng gamit once pag bitbit ko lang tulad ng payong, folder, panyo, atbp. Kaya nga im glad kasi im not used to carrying my wallet around kaya no chances of losing money asar lang at binago ko po ung perspective q n yon in life. Kaya eto mananawagan sa kung sino man ang nakakuha ng malaking envelope sa around vicinity ng lasalle pls lang po, parang awa nyo na, Isoli nyo nmn saken :( andon ang aking life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 0.5in"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;color:#cccccc;" &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/10517746-111313074985993297?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111313074985993297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111313074985993297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111313074985993297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111313074985993297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/04/summer-digest.html' title='sUmMeR diGesT'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111312983027308102</id><published>2005-04-08T17:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:58:19.016+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"tension of opposites"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;“Tension of Opposites”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;one of my ultimate favorite book was ‘Tuesdays with Morie’ cguro marami n nakaka familiarize nito for it is internationally acclaim best sellers of all time…it is about the story of a student and his professor in college…Morie. Daming beses sa chapter na naging teary eyed nnmn aq… dami mong ma222nan sa book na to..particularly ung tension if opposites;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing but you are bound to do something else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn’t. You take certain things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted”&lt;br /&gt;kakatuwa kasi, this really true, most of us live somewhere in the middle. A tension of opposites, like a pull on a rubber band, Like in a wrestling match…like whether you go on date or attend class, in all of these dw love always wins…cguro nga…kaya dami ko na absent..hehe..&lt;br /&gt;I really recommend this book to all… haPi rEaDinG!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111312983027308102?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111312983027308102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111312983027308102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111312983027308102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111312983027308102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/04/tension-of-opposites.html' title='&quot;tension of opposites&quot;'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111312978063264882</id><published>2005-04-06T17:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:56:58.946+07:00</updated><title type='text'>a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Nightmare???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I almost forgot the incident happen to me while I was trying to get a sleep… na I feel dead for 1 to 3 minutes… nangyari eto mga around 2:30 am, madaling araw ng april 2…galling sa pagcocomputer, natulog na aq… (maaga pa nga un kaysa sa mga previous days na 4am na talaga aq na22log… ) una, ipinikit q na mata q, denidemand ng utak q, matulog, pero inisip q muna mga nangyari sa buong araw…kaya naglaban antok q at pagiisip q… nirecall q ung palabas na “full house” kakakilig…then naimagine q na lumalangoy daw aq sa pool…actually ndi aq, parang another someone. Then it felt so real, ung flash ng tubig sa pool once you dive in… ung warmth na dala pag nasa underwater kana…, pressure sa tenga…I know that time na I imagining it lang …nagmulat aq ng mata…ok, I was still in my room, sabi ko sa sarili ko…kaya ipinikit ko uli mata q… nakatulog na aq ng mga 15 to 20 min cguro un… ng bumalik ung flash scene sa pool… then the next thing I remember, parang ang ingay ng pressure na sobrang nakakabingi na…tinanong ko sarili ko, ganon ba talaga na un pag natutulog k? is this just normal? And blank……………….”enggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggggg”&lt;br /&gt;Ang ingay! nabibingi na aq! Hindi q masabi kung anong klaseng tunog…natakot n aq.. nakapag isip ng malinaw, this time parang nagising ung diwa q…but to my surprice, gusto kong bumangon, hindi q magawa, gusto ko ng makawala from that strange sound! Naisip ko kung imagination ko pa din bayon? Natatawa pa nga ako sa sarili ko non eh…kasi alam ko imagination ko lang yon…then after 29 seconds na tinatry qng bumangon, na igalaw kahit man lang mga kamay at paa ko…hindi q magawa nagpanic aq mind q…ang alam q nagagalaw q kamay q pero nararamdaman q hindi parin ako gumagalaw sa pwesto q…gusto ko ng bumangon! Dumilat aq… totoo!hindi talaga aq makabangon! It’s like umalis ung kaluluwa q sa katawan q na I ran out controlled over my body…pumikit aq then nagconcentrate…na bumalikwas… basta iba ung feeling na alam mong wala ka sa katawan mo… natakot na ako, then I felt back to normal ng magalaw q isa qng daliri… weird pero blank ang naisipko after…inignore q… hindi q maabsorb kong it really happened to me ba? Or not? Natulog uli aq, baka mamaya maisip ko kung ano… pero one things for sure, ayaw ko n magimagine about ung s pool…. Ng biglang parang maiisip ko nnmn, inierase q bigla s utak q… eto ba nagagawa ng sobrang pagpupuyat? What’s with the underwater pool scene?&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon pag iniisip q na I actually encounter something like that…naluluha aq… yon nab a yong bangongot na sinasabi nila? Hindi ka magising kahit alam mo ng nananaginip kalang? Na totoo ba yon? Or naghahalucinate ka lang? Na what if kung hindi ka magising? Kung ano pa man yon… I’m thankful, I’d still be able to pursue my life…:) tinapik lang ata aq ni lord, nakakalimutan ko na kasi cia…&lt;br /&gt;S incident na yon dami q narealize… totoo once you learn to die, you will learn to live…everyone knows they’re going to die, but nobody believe it… kasi if we did, we would do things differently…we kid ourselves about death… this really hit me, big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111312978063264882?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111312978063264882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111312978063264882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111312978063264882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111312978063264882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/04/dream.html' title='a dream'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111234419212759555</id><published>2005-04-01T15:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:56:05.606+07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y93/cline_anne/popcorn.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nood tau movie guyz! this is it! hapi suMmEr!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111234419212759555?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111234419212759555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111234419212759555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111234419212759555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111234419212759555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/04/movie.html' title='movie!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111183201981858496</id><published>2005-03-29T19:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:55:27.666+07:00</updated><title type='text'>detours..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Detours…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant recall a movie with Tom Hunks na hindi ako naiyak... kasi ang galling-galing niya! Sa Forest Gump, Cast Away… Pero sa Terminal talaga ako naiyak… where he played (I cant remember his nationality don, basta country republic!) hindi siya marunong magsalita ng English… kaya all he do in the movie was to sign language lang… terminal kasi he stuck in the port of it for his nationality is being questioned (on martial kasi country nila at that time) kaya he doesn’t have a permission to either go back to his country or makapasok totally sa US territory…meaning wala siyang choice kundi magstay muna don sa terminal…&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was wondering bakit siya pumunta sa state ng US only to find out in the end na dahil yon sa one promise nya sa father nya… ang makapagpa- autograph sa paborito nitong jazz legend.. kakaiyak kasi wala siyang kapera pera na pumunta don pero he manage to find a way parin… hindi siya nag- give up easily. Mas matagal pa ang tinagal nya sa terminal kaysa sa finally nakapagpa- autograph sya… unbelievable how the story change my whole perspective in life, I was already giving – up at that time, pagod na ako sa lahat. I’m a suicidal attempter kasi pero after I watch that movie, I realize na there are no failures or dead end in life only detours, stop over like don s terminal... pagsubok lang lahat.. nasa iyo na yon kung maggigive up k agad. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111183201981858496?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111183201981858496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111183201981858496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183201981858496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183201981858496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/detours.html' title='detours..'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111183210316870190</id><published>2005-03-28T20:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:54:48.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG fish</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Big Fish!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I considered myself as one… nagtataka ka? If you already watch the movie “Big Fish” you might can relate to me (hindi naman ako movie addict pero I’d be happy to know na alam mo tong movie na to..) my dad hate that movie, boring daw… this is a love story actually, pang –family, a father and son movie… pero nagustuhan ko sya kasi sa aura nong movie parang nasa magical world cla… amazing yong pagkakagawa.. not a typical movie for me..though madidig sya ng mga bata.. Those matured enough lang ang makakaintindi ng true message nito… I’d watch it twice actually… naintindihan ko? Ewan, weird kasi everytime id watch again naiiba pagkakaintindi ko.. Big Fish kasi that’s the Father see his self… laging nauuhaw, gusto nyang lumangoy papalayo sa kung saan… where free na sya para ipagpatuloy magical journey nya.. The father actually is dying na.. parang he doesn’t want his love ones to worry for him kaya he keep on telling stories na mahirap talaga paniwalaang nangyari.. galit sa kanya son nya, lagi kc sya wala s tabi nito nd akala nya his dad made up those stories lang para ipandahilan lang.. pero nong sya na mismo nakaalam na totoo pala yon lahat.. he finally felt proud for his dad..&lt;br /&gt;Sa lahat – lahat ng movie ito ang pinakagusto ko… I want to have a wonderful journey like him to tell, something my love ones can be proud of… and that when I’m gone they never be feel sad for me, for they have those stories to keep… na ang iisipin nila hindi ako nawala umalis lang para maging Big Fish! finally ready to take a whole new journey… in other life or world maybe… kaya pag mawala na ako dito sa mundo, friends… wag kayo magworry umalis lang ako… though be happy for me.. love you lots!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111183210316870190?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111183210316870190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111183210316870190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183210316870190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183210316870190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/big-fish.html' title='BIG fish'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111183194595254871</id><published>2005-03-28T17:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:54:01.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>animes'</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;ANIME’s&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I am always fond of anime’s… the one I’m now particularly addicted with is the “One Piece” cartoon series… I love its uniqueness; it’s not like those typical anime series where there is a battle field where they compete with each others powers and all that kind of stuff... And I like its light though deep story, it’s not heavy like those other animes. I feel wonderful when I watching it for it tackles the topic of friendship and having the faith to believe in yourself that your dreams could come true if you just put your mind and heart in to it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My ultimate favorite cartoon series was “The Ghost Fighter”, wala naman atang hindi paborito yon… kasi kahit ilang beses pa ulit-ulitin un, papanoodin ko pa din. Next ay yong “Hunter X Hunter” series… killua!!! I have their posters around my room pa nga… kaso, hindi kasi tapos kaya hindi pa ako makapagdecide of which one is I really like most…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Some say, animes are made for kids only… but for me, also for those people who’s young at hearts… idol ko mga Japanesse writers, sobrang galling nila! They full of creativeness like don sa Hunter, four classifications of Nen and six under it… I actually write it down pa nga for me to understand and absorb it more… don sa Detective Conan, Wow! galing – galling na anime!!! Saludo ako sa writer sobra!... sa Samurai X, legendary anime!... sa knockout, slumdunk…, you give sports a whole new aura! Making other kids to be into sports…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Theses are other animes’ nga pala na I grow up watching with:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mojacko! &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;(moja-moja!; mon-mon!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Sailormoon&lt;/span&gt; (bunny! Usagi!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Julio at Julia&lt;/span&gt; (podong!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Cedy&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;(ang munting prinsipe..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Remy&lt;/span&gt; (kakaiyak to, sobra!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Romeo&lt;/span&gt; (ang mga munting pangarap)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-family:Symbol;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Sarah&lt;/span&gt; (the little princess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Little Woman 2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Jodie&lt;/span&gt; (daddy long legs!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;The Trapp Family Singers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Snow White&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Cinderella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Robinson Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Doraemon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt 1in; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); TEXT-INDENT: -0.25in"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT: 7px 'Times New Roman'; COLOR: rgb(255,255,204); font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Marco &lt;/span&gt;(chao!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Yong iba bka nkalimutan ko lang imention ill update it nalng pag naalala ko yong iba… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111183194595254871?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111183194595254871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111183194595254871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183194595254871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183194595254871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/animes.html' title='animes&apos;'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111165289059522474</id><published>2005-03-27T23:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:53:14.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'>constantly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Constantly…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I knew it was there&lt;br /&gt;though I tried to hide it&lt;br /&gt;but a feeling just kept on shining through&lt;br /&gt;haven’t known you that long&lt;br /&gt;So I try to deny it&lt;br /&gt;but the feelin’ was much too much too strong&lt;br /&gt;Could this be love?&lt;br /&gt;deep down inside tearin’ me apart&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly you’reoin my mind&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ bout you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on thinkin’ about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel this way&lt;br /&gt;when I know you have someone&lt;br /&gt;that you seein’ In each and every day&lt;br /&gt;Should I play this game of just being your friend&lt;br /&gt;when I know that’s not what I want it to end&lt;br /&gt;How could this be wrong?&lt;br /&gt;when the feelin’ is so strong tearin me apart&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly your on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ bout you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on thinkin’ bout you&lt;br /&gt;Constantly your on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ bout you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on thinkin’ about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t want to start no trouble&lt;br /&gt;between you and I and your lover..&lt;br /&gt;But I must tell you what im goin’ through&lt;br /&gt;everytime you walk by&lt;br /&gt;I see love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You’re on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinkin’ bout your love&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on thinking bout you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantly you’re on my mind&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin’ bout you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep no matter what I do&lt;br /&gt;I just keep on thinking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;For all of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Come and lay here beside me&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;theres a secret inside me&lt;br /&gt;im ready to reveal&lt;br /&gt;to have you close embrace your heart&lt;br /&gt;With my love over and over&lt;br /&gt;These are things that I promise&lt;br /&gt;my promise to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of my life you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I will love you faithfully forever&lt;br /&gt;All of my life you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give to you my greatest love&lt;br /&gt;For all of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me lay down beside you&lt;br /&gt;theres somethin’ you should know&lt;br /&gt;I prayed that you decide to&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart and let me show&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted worlds of fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;A wonder land of love&lt;br /&gt;These are things that I promise&lt;br /&gt;my promise to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of my life you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I will love you faithfully forever&lt;br /&gt;All of my life you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give to you my greatest love&lt;br /&gt;For all of my life, all of my life..&lt;br /&gt;all of my heart…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are things that I promise&lt;br /&gt;my promise to you&lt;br /&gt;For all of my life you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I will love you faithfully forever&lt;br /&gt;All of my life you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give to you my greatest love&lt;br /&gt;For all of my life you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I will love you faithfully forever&lt;br /&gt;All of my life you are the one&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give to you my greatest love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all of my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I’m so into these particular two songs right now… hay… :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111165289059522474?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111165289059522474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111165289059522474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165289059522474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165289059522474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/constantly.html' title='constantly'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111165221482503976</id><published>2005-03-27T23:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:43:43.966+07:00</updated><title type='text'>beau..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Beau…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say bout him ba? It’s easier for me to tell past stories than to tell story that is just already happening palang.. I cant predict things to happen… though, im now contented with the things arrangements. In love? Right now, I don’t know, cguro pag nagmamature ka, love can be in a whole new different meaning.. its an unexplainable feeling like ang daming butterflies sa tiyan mo.. weird… though its so magical…feeling mo, lahat ng love songs para sayo..now, I want to absorb it lang not to spoile things up, kaya I don’t want to be detailed about it..kaya youre wondering cguro what’s the whole point of this article?&lt;br /&gt;La lang! Kasi… happy… I’m feelin’ so happy… I wanna be happy! Can’t you see I’m happy now?... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111165221482503976?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111165221482503976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111165221482503976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165221482503976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165221482503976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/beau.html' title='beau..'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111165181564204727</id><published>2005-03-27T19:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:41:04.963+07:00</updated><title type='text'>kailan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;This song reminds me of my childhood days lalo n nong nasa Rizal plang kami..kaya im so hapi n one of my sobrang fave n band have a remake version of this song.. :) this was originated from smokey mountain way back then p..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;Kailan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;– Make Your Momma Proud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kaya nangangamba sa twing ikay nakikita&lt;br /&gt;Sana naman’y magpakilala&lt;br /&gt;Ilang ulit ng nakabangga aklat kong dala’y pinulot mo pa&lt;br /&gt;Di ka parin nagpakilala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawat araw sinusundan di ka naman tumitingin&lt;br /&gt;Anong aking dapat gawin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kaya umiiwas binti ko bay mayrong gasgas&lt;br /&gt;Nais ko lang magpakilala&lt;br /&gt;Dito’y mayron sa puso ko munting puwang laan sayo&lt;br /&gt;Maaari na bang magpakilala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawat araw sinusundan di ka naman tumitingin&lt;br /&gt;Anong aking dapat gawin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailan, kailan mo ba mapapansin ang aking lihim&lt;br /&gt;Kahit anong aking gawin di mo pinapansin&lt;br /&gt;Kailian, kailan hahaplusin ang pusong bitin na bitin&lt;br /&gt;Kahit anong gawing lambing di mo parin pansin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito’y mayron sa puso ko munting puwang laan sayo&lt;br /&gt;Maaari na bang magpakilala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawat araw sinusundan di ka naman tumitingin&lt;br /&gt;Anong aking dapat gawin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailan, kailan mo ba mapapansin ang aking lihim&lt;br /&gt;Kahit anong aking gawin di mo pinapansin&lt;br /&gt;Kailan, kailan hahaplusin ang pusong bitin na bitin&lt;br /&gt;Kahit anong gawing lambing di mo parin pansin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&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/10517746-111165181564204727?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111165181564204727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111165181564204727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165181564204727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165181564204727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/kailan.html' title='kailan'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111183256854362049</id><published>2005-03-26T21:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:39:07.336+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"i dont think so.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;“I don’t think so…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You’re the one that I think I’m in love with,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You’re strange smile, don’t know what’s filled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I really don’t know what’s your heart is hidden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;The very day you smiled at me then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I felt this already to someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That’s for me is not the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;‘Cause he have this other woman,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So I really don’t want to hurt since then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I don’t think so…,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;‘Cause these feelings I had for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Have not anything; with you to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;‘Cause behind your sweet words for me, does not true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So I say goodbye, ‘Cause I can’t tell sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I’m not gonna love you back, ‘Cause I have this fears and worries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;First ever poem na ginawa ko..hindi ko alam kung kailan ko sya exact date ginawa.. pero nire-write ko sya April 28,2001, 4:00 pm.&lt;/span&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/10517746-111183256854362049?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111183256854362049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111183256854362049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183256854362049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183256854362049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-think-so.html' title='&quot;i dont think so..&quot;'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111183251198929981</id><published>2005-03-26T21:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:36:03.146+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"an inspiration"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;“An inspiration”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;if you just only knew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;how much I adore you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You have gorgeous eyes and smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But most of all, I love your style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I’ve had many dreams where I have met you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And one day, hope those dreams will come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Whenever I see your smiling face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I just want to be held in your embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I just want you to know that I love you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And hope one day you will say the same thing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Because you’re always away that’s why were so far apart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But you will always have a special place in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Hindi ko siya ma-absorb..kaya no comment! April 28, 2001, 4:20 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;“In my Dreams”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He is so cute, he is so fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I know one day I’ll make him mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I will give just for him my soul and heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And if we met, I know we’d never part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;He may not know me, what I like to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But there is one thing that is certainly true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;No one could ever take his place in my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And me loving him is truly like an art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A cutie like him is really hard to find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I’m glad to find him ‘cause he knows my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;If I could met that gorgeous guy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I think I would, wanna just die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Pagod na ako.. ubos na powers ko.. oo na eirik, wag mo akong pagalitan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Matutulog na ako promise!last! April 28, 2001, 3:48 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&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/10517746-111183251198929981?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111183251198929981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111183251198929981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183251198929981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183251198929981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/inspiration.html' title='&quot;an inspiration&quot;'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111183238900094020</id><published>2005-03-26T21:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:34:22.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"unfair"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;“Unfair”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I already know you from the start,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That you have this game with your liar heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But even though, I still try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Without knowing that I will cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;For some you are like a devil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But for me you’re like an angel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;An angel that couldn’t break a heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And loving you is really an art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I really don’t care about your past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And that our relationship will last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And for you I’m just the only one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That all the other girls are just gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But now I realize you’re not that really serious,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;‘Cause after all I’ve done, you are still mysterious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To love me is not really your intention,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Because true love here is not even mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I dont really know what you really want from me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So even if it’s hard I’m now letting you free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Galit ata ako sa ex-bf ko ng mga panahon nato..wait!hindi pinaplano ko palang siyang ibreak.. pero hindi nya fault.. bait kasi ng batang yon.. April 29,2001, 2:54 pm.&lt;/span&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/10517746-111183238900094020?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111183238900094020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111183238900094020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183238900094020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183238900094020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/unfair.html' title='&quot;unfair&quot;'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111183229701854565</id><published>2005-03-26T21:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:32:51.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"just to meet you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;“Just to meet you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;When I look at in your beautiful eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It makes me feel as if I was in the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Every time that I think and dream of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It makes me feel as if I’m closer to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Every night I just have to pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Only to met you in person one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I guess when that time of meeting you, comes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;It will be the best time for the both of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I think for you I just do nothing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One of those who don’t know their doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But I know myself better,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That my love is forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;And I will do anything just for you to see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;That all I’m saying is true and really belongs to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Grabe!kakahiya pala ako non..nagkakaganito agad pag infatuated with someone..napapasulat ng poem! April 29, 2001, 1:22 – 1:36 pm.&lt;/span&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/10517746-111183229701854565?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111183229701854565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111183229701854565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183229701854565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183229701854565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-to-meet-you.html' title='&quot;just to meet you&quot;'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111183223655091312</id><published>2005-03-26T21:24:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:27:19.393+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"thinkin' of you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;“Thinking of you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I sit all day and dream of you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Each day and night and morning too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Lovin’ you is my favorite pastime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As I sit and wait until you’ll be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;To me you are the brightest star,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Shine’s brightest wherever you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Thought I’m sounding like a lovesick hound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;One of those that follow you around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You haunt my head, invade my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You’re nice, funny and very kind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Just please know that I truly mean it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;So I know that I will have a fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But in my closing of this poem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;You should know I’m sitting here at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Because there’s nothing else to do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;But sit and wait just think, you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Hindi ko na matandaan kung sino crush ko ng mga panahon na ito kaya ko ito nasulat…moffatts ata.. or c brad renfro.. April 28, 2001, 4:52 – 5:49 pm… aba! Ngayon ko lang nalaman ang bilis ko pala gumawa ng tula..hehe..&lt;/span&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/10517746-111183223655091312?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111183223655091312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111183223655091312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183223655091312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183223655091312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/thinkin-of-you.html' title='&quot;thinkin&apos; of you&quot;'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111183217881469906</id><published>2005-03-26T21:15:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:31:29.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"just for you"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="FONT-STYLE: italic; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;“Just for you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;This a poem especially for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;And everything in it I swear is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I love you more than just I could ever say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;And I wish so much that you felt the same way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;You’re the cutest and sweetest thing to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;And I know that my love will always be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I wonder if I’m wasting my time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I hope soon you’ll forever be mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I try so hard to please you each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;But you always seem to fade away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I’m kind of afraid to say “I Love You”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;But even if I don’t, you know I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Holding you close and loving you right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Is the greatest dream I have each right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Only having you here just next to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Is the greatest dream there ever could be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I know none of these things will ever come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;But I still wrote this poem just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Sinulat ko tong poem na April 26 at 5:06 pm to 28 of April at 9:25pm 2001 pa..cute no? masipag pa ako non gumawa pero ngayon hindi na..&lt;/span&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/10517746-111183217881469906?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111183217881469906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111183217881469906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183217881469906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111183217881469906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/just-for-you.html' title='&quot;just for you&quot;'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111165206993228609</id><published>2005-03-25T21:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:22:59.566+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my crushes' II</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;My Crushes’..!!! II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;First year…uso pa mga kainan sa iba’t ibang part ng school naming non..bago p nagkaroon tlaga ng isang canteen for all.. sinamahan q klasm8 q n bumili ng pagkain, breaktime din namin non.. pero hinintay q nlng cia don banda s garden kaysa makipagsiksikan pq sa mga ibang bumibili don. I chatted with other classmates n andon din.. n parang napansin q na may nakatingi sakin na dalwang guy sa bandang gilid.. familiar face nya pero hindi q marecall kung san q cia nkita..pero parang group clan g mga hiphop s school back way then p..(as in super loose pants, malalaking polo..over n nga para sken) hmmm..nakatingin cia, siniguro q n saken tlga nkatingin.. nginitian nya aq..??? presko!!!na-irita aq at iniiwas q tingin para makahalata naman cia na ayaw q ng ganoong klaseng pagtitig..aba! pagbalik q ng tingin ay nakatingin pa rin sa direksyon q at ngumiti na namn …naicip q cute pala cia..pero parang hindi q type..inignore q n uli cia with matching face q n nkasimangot (pa-suplada effect po ang lola nyo!) nd nong mga klasm8 q n nkapansin na saken nakatingin, nag-aya na aq bumalik sa klasrum kasi tym n nrn naming..kasi parang bumibilis tibok ng puso q sa ginagawa nya. N-conscious n tlg aq..nd naaasar aq kasi parang ang saya nya n nkikita aqng ganon..nd wala aqng mgawa! Basta! The next scene I remember lumapit ung isa pang guy nd nag-ask sken ng name..pinapatanong dw nong best friend nya..i don’t know what to say tlga! Nagulat aq khit medyo iniexpect q na na lalapit cia para mag-ask ng name… pero parang baliw n aq, first time q mkafelt something like that..weird.. ang nasabi q?naiwan ko… ha? Nasabi q un? Sabay patuloy sa paglalakad… Naiwan ko, pangalan ko..yon ang nasabi ko instead of saying my name, nasupladahan q… ewan q pero naaasar aq sa sarili q!sometimes nakakaasa talaga magpaka-manang! Akala q nga he would easily give-up on me n after that..hay…na sakin ata tlga problem eh… everytime he would attempt n makipagkilala.., I reject it… kaya nga minsan naisip q sana wala nalang aqng feelings din for him para madali…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yon ang naging days of my first year of high school hindi buo araw q pag hindi q sya nkikita…but end of the year naganap ang first ever heart break q… nakita q cia na may kasamang iba.. it hurts! First love? First love q nga ata tlaga cia.. second year, all new chapter of my life or so I jst said it lang… :) lumiwanag ang mundo q! narealize q madami pang ibang pwedeng gawin! Tulad ng mag-hunt ng cute guys s school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the top ten pa nga e! for any violent reaction bout it pls do post a comment…baka kc may makalimutan aq e.. or email me at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="mailto:cline_anne@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;cline_anne@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Louie Anthony Barredo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fourth year student at that time, tambaay sa forest lagi, matangkad, at kaya no.1? super- duper gwapo kasi cia! Kaya lang suplado…takot kami!nd hindi naming lagi matiyempuhang kausapin…well, a have his family of his own n dw ngayn.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Patrick San Jose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourth year student dn cia non, crush q to! Maporma, maputi, basta super cute din cia..super nagpacute po aq d2 dati! kakahiya! tlaga! Nasa LaSalle ndin cia ngayonn pero good thing nakalimutan na ata nya kung cnu aq..hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Dennis (?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First year palang aq nakikita q na cia kaso wala pang kalahati ng school year nagdisappear na cia. Dq alam name nia at first kay daisy q lang nalaman.. crush nya kc tong dennis n2..nag-asawa dw cia kaya tumigil..pero after that hindi q n nkita tong dennis n2..pero naaalala q cute cia tlga.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Rowell Teston&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third year student, crush nila Roanne, Richelle actually hindi lang c rowell crush nla pati dalawa pang kapatid ni rowell c omeng at ung isa p hindi q alam ang name.. what can I say b bout this guy?hmmm..gwapo nga poi tong bata na to! Pero hindi q cia type, masyadong madami ang fans nya para dumagdag pa aq! May asawa’t anak n pla dw cia ngayon, ayon sa aking reliable source…:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Raphael Garces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First year student na super crush ng friend qng c roanne! Super cute din to! Kaso bata pa..hindi q type..nasa LaSalle ndin cia ngayn minsan nakikita q cia..wag kang mag-alala roanne cute prin cia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;em&gt;J&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;haizzel Louie Mallari&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third year student, crush q to! Friend q din!, mabait, matalino,matangkad, ang ganda ng mata..,nice dn hair nya, hobbynya mga-guitar..(may iba ciang version ng Aubrey, analyn dw..ehem!) pero tropa q lang to..we talk hours on phone dati..hindi mo cia makikita madalas na tambay kung saan.. sa room lang cia lagi. Accidentally nga lang ang pagkakakita q sa kanya..but he’s approachable then pero la na akong alam tungkol ngayon sa kanya.. ideal guy q cia non..(non un!) pero friends lang tlga kami n2..(defensive?) sa NCST na cia ngayon HRM graduating this year..mas cutie dw to ngayon, nd may gf nrin dw.. L pero sana magkita prin uli kami.. asar hindi q cia mkita s friendster!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt; April Ranwell Merong &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third year student, hindi pa uso f4 non pero ayon at namamayagpag na cia.. singkit po cia na cutie, matangkad, nd supladito..supladitong nakakatuwa kasi hindi na cia yong ranwell n kilala q pag hindi na cia suplado..cute sa image nya kasi.. J hindi nagsasalita.. lagi q cia nakikita kung saan noon.. mga 1 week q pinag-isipan kung magi2ng crush q b cia.. I find him shallow..cguro reserved lang cia..friend q to ngayon!sa friendster..small world!nahanap q pa cia..graduating din cia this year, inggit aq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Kim Estorninos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third year student, cia ang dahilan kung bkit kami pumupunta ng third year building non khit second year plang nmn kami..crush q kc cia pero masyado po ciang approachable kya parang nawala paghanga q sa kanya..gus2 q kasi suplado n hindi namamansin.. pero we ended up being friends, kuya q to actually!&lt;br /&gt;Dancer, kamukha nya c Dave ng Moffatts at c Chuvi DelRosario. Cia rin dahilan kung bakit q naging crush c Jhaizzel kasi may pagkakahawig po cla..napagkamalan q na c Kim c Jhaizzel.. basat! Cutie to!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Brian (?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transferee nong third year kami, sobrang gwapo! Pero sobrang sama rin ng ugali! Patulan dw ba ang bading issue? Well, ngayon masasabi q n, BADING ka! Belat!di ka pwedeng magreact! Pero at least ah , I honor your kagwapuhan kaya pang top 9 ka..buhay kapa kaya? Sana para mabasa mo to..umwahahaha!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;em style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,204)"&gt;Franco (?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First year student, crush ni Sheila pero hindi q type kasi bata..la aqng gaanong alam sa kanya..pero gwapo tong bata nto for sure paglaki..(cguro nmn malaki n cia by this tym dati q p cnabi un e.. :)) supladito din tong bata nato kaya nakakatuwa.. :) nd la nq iba pang maisip hirap pala gumawa ng top ten list..kaya sinulat q nalang kung anu una qng maisip..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nd sa lahat ng nakalimutan q churi!, churi, eto pa pala ung mga iba p na hindi pinalad mapasama s top ten list q.. pero nominee: &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ronnie, Ernesto Dugan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Allan Superable&lt;/span&gt; (crush q!n friend q din!), &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Vien&lt;/span&gt; (?), &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Geran Colesio&lt;/span&gt; (tropa namin n ex ni ice..), Jomar Olaes, Sherwin Nataño (nakalimutan q cia include s top ten..crush q to e! c crush!tawag q sa kanya), &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mark Lance&lt;/span&gt;, nd sa lahat lahat ng cute s batch namin..dati..&lt;br /&gt;Meron p pla higher year nmn: Zen Anthony Parra (hindi q n cia matandaan!basta nakita q name nya d2 slum note q.. :)), &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Dirk&lt;/span&gt; (?), &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Paulante Chua&lt;/span&gt; (n nagging bf nmn n ice ngyng college),&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Joel Maño&lt;/span&gt; (crush q to!),&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; Harold, Terence&lt;/span&gt; (crush ni b2y!), &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Ferdie&lt;/span&gt; (ex ni ice), &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Rowell Co&lt;/span&gt; (ex ni jhane), &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Galvie&lt;/span&gt; (?crush ni roanne), at unakalimutan or hindi q alam ang name ng iba..&lt;br /&gt;Pero above all, dahil sa pagmamahal q sau roanne, c &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Raphael&lt;/span&gt; n ang top 1 q..kasi kahit kami lahat ngayon may iba iba ng pinagkakaabalahan e2ng &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;RapBoy&lt;/span&gt; mo prin ang crush mo..iba ka!natatangi ka thol! Ang diyosa ng mga Crushes! Roanne! Thol! This article is for you! Mabuhay ka! Pag ikaw nagsabi ng cute naniniwala kami! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way bago q makalimutan ung guy I mentioned at the first part of my paragraph ay nagngangalang &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Herman Felix&lt;/span&gt; na ngayon po ay ex q n..first ever boyfriend q po cia..how did it happen? Hindi q n matandaan..basta naging kami end of school year at nagbreak kami first month of next school year nmn..ang cute no? I see him around school, same college lang dn kami ngayon, malaki po kasalanan q sa kanya..guz2 q n cia iapproach pero I don’t have the guts parin..though im wishing him all the luck in this world..im not hoping to be friends with him again pero.. basta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111165206993228609?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111165206993228609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111165206993228609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165206993228609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165206993228609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-crushes-ii.html' title='my crushes&apos; II'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111165166480390190</id><published>2005-03-24T17:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:21:05.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>my crushes'</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,204,204)"&gt;My Crushes’…!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;I remember back in kinder garten palang aq ay may nagging crush n aq.. nor id say cnabi q lng para may maalala nmn aq bout my kinder years.. Joel!if I recall his name, tahimik lang cia..payat?hmmm.. actually natatandaan q hindi q naman talaga cia crush, na-cutan lang aq s kanya but I dint give much mind bout him.. and nong nagsimula magulo ang mudo q s family matters, I woke up one day nalang n on board n kami papuntang province! I was hestirical tlga at first kasi naman province? Walang jobee (term q s jollibee.. :)) don! Pero well, no choice.. don aq nag- grade 1 to 3..wait! nakalimutan q this s bout may crushes lang pala, not may talambuhay..kaya cut n! and go on with my topic..gradeschool..my tiniteam-up sakaen non..db may mga muses and escorts non..etc.,etc.,..napili aqng muse,. I don’t know about it p then .. malay q b, bata p aq (cute kasi aq non! Wag n kayong kumontra!) tapos escort ung isa pang bata..hindi q alam ang nama niya! (hindi kc kami close!nd I’m really bad in remembering names tlga!) pero naaalala q n apo cia ng dating mayor don..negosyo nila mga bus and cla ata ung may pinakamalaki n bahay at lupa don..pang-apat lang ung s lolo q..may malaki din clang carinderia, parang un kc ang official stop overan ng mga bus don. Cute cia medyo chubby, maputi, pero supladito..cguro natuwa mga teacher samin kasi nilo2love-yeam kami, batang- tagala ang tawag saken kasi tagalong dw aq .. and super cute dw aq non..(ehem! Jornal q to! Walang pakialamanan!.. :) )pro hindi q cia type kasi may crush n aqng iba non..kapitbahay naming n tita q nmn nagrereto skin.. anak ng kumari niya Jofell b nama nia?actually cia may crush sakin pero cute nmn cia kaya crush q n din cia pero naiilang dn aq kasi cyempre bata p aq non tpos parang gusto tlg ng lahat kami magkatuluyan balang araw..hello? grade 1 plang kaya kami no? tz nang bumalik n kami d2 s sibilisasyon tumira kami cavite then eventually nag-stay n for good..grade 3 crush q s classroom naming ung president naming..matalino at tahimik lang cia pero hindi nia q pinapansin..sapat lang..dami din nmng ibang cute don pero cguro I was jst adjusting at that time para maka-adopt n nmn.. grade 4, don nagsimula n magkaroon aq ng serious crush q tlga.. Jason Barcoma name nia.. ang cute nia kasi lagi nya aq inaaway! Lagi cia papancin sken..kaya lalo q cia nagging crush..hanggang grade 6 crush q cia!grade 5 hindi q n cia klasm8 pero magkatabi lang room naming.. inaasar nia prin aq when id passed theyre room pero I get so conscious around him n at that time n na- stam aq pag nakikita q cia, hindi alam ang irereact.. one of his best bud (n cutie dn!) ang klasm8 q c Jaymark, naging close q dn ung loko n un, we talked bout things..nd were talking bout crushes when he mentioned that Jason dw has been crushing me for so long n dw..kaya he tend to tease me around.. eh di cyempre, ang saya saya q non! Pero hindi q sinabi n crush q dn ung Jason..dati kasi wala tlagang makakaalam once ive been crushing on someone..magkamatayan n! but instead I told him how I hate that Jason! (rrr! Mali! Well, pride!) grade 6… napansin q may kumalat n rumor n cla nong Janice (a half-Japanese girl n transferee from oder skul ) eh pretty ung girl n un e!instant celebrity dn s skul nmin..sobrang n-hurt aq.., this is what I get from being too supladita and pakipot! He olready give-up! Hindi n nya aq pinapansin tulad ng dati.. it was a good year end tlg for I have the best reason para mag high-school! I want to forget things reminding me of him! Funny kasi ang dami q n-meet n new friends and cutie s new school q! nakalimutan q n lahat bout him..nd wala n ung feelings q for him kahit nakikita q p rin cia minsan s skul..same school lang dn kasi uli kmi.. pero sorry&lt;/span&gt;, im so over him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111165166480390190?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111165166480390190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111165166480390190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165166480390190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165166480390190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-crushes_24.html' title='my crushes&apos;'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111165152193430147</id><published>2005-03-24T15:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:18:19.596+07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendzzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;VaRrdAMs*j 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Victoria as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “b2y”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Aiza as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “ice”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Roanne as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “roan”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Richelle as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “chelle”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Analyn as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; “clinE”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Mary joy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as “jhoy”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Daisy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; as “days”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Sheila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; as “shell”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;mary Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; as “jhane”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Young hopefuls back in Dec.14, 1999… A second year students in a public high school (Dasmariñas National High School – main) walang alam kundi maghanap ng cutie s school.. :) nangunguna po dyan ang inyong lingcod (ehem!), tumambay s dating forest ngayon classrooms na..para guess what? Mag-manicure, mag-make-up! At mag-ayos ng isa’t isa..kakabaliw! pero kakamiss..minsan trip din naming iboycott klase naming..lalo na s class ni Mrs. Adjicteve (English teacher namin) hehe..:) and then magiiyakan kinabukasan dahil walang maidahilang excuse..hobby rin pala nmin n mang-away ng mga teacher except lang kay Mam Frencillo! (mabuhay po kau! N ngayon ay head na ng English department! Astig!)&lt;br /&gt;Hay..many years have passed and now..iba-ibang career n ang tinatahak.. my nursing, engineering (ehem!), my dancing, singing, parenting..hindi!mali pala!..truly, theyre one of the reasons kung bakit at nasaan at papano at nasa katayuan aq ngayon.. kung hindi dahil s kanila hindi magiging ganto ka-astig ang buhay ko!.. :) bawat isa s kanila ang rason why I’m focused and still grounded..they’re also the reason why I value my life more than ever before..because of them matatag aq..maybe all of us were..&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon, may kanya-kanya na pong mga pinagkakaabalahan ang bawat isa sa knows how to manage pa rin to meet up and update things to each other.. :) and jhoy just give birth pla to a pretty little girl baby..named jannah! Kaya mga Ninangs’ n kami actually..un un! :) peaceout! :)&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/10517746-111165152193430147?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111165152193430147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111165152193430147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165152193430147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111165152193430147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/friendzzz.html' title='friendzzz'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111139706592967293</id><published>2005-03-21T20:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T16:24:25.933+07:00</updated><title type='text'>aq to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Reserved…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’ve been asked many times, mostly in the interviews, of what kind a person I am.. tz I would tell them n super kulit aq, isip bata, magulo,…nd oder blah!blah!blah! pero s totoo lang.. I just said that para wag n nila aq iask further.. I don’t like opening my true self to others kz..awkward ang feeling..kaya minsan sinabihan aq ng best friend q n im a reserved person..at first I was skeptic.. pero narealize q n oo nga reserve person aq.. my classmate once ask me if ever there was a time b n serious aq..n lagi b aqng makulit parang sintu-sinto, hindi makausap ng matino..laging parang joke..then cnagot q cia ng bkit? And then theyre started laughing again..actually I ask him why, not bcoz I want the laughing not to stop but bcoz bkit nga nya natanong? And isn’t that obvious n im jst wearing a mask? Funny kc I let the laughing to continue lang they think of me as a clown of the group the “naïve” one..  im lucky to have closest friends n totoo at kilala tlg aq until now when I tell them a joke they’ll jst listen, nagaalala agad cla kz they see through me behind those jokes..kabaliktaran daw kz aq..when id make a joke dw crgurado cla n may problem dw aq.. minsan nga totoo.. hmmm…they really may be my true friends after all! That’ why I treasure them..&lt;br /&gt;I tend to be funny around outside while truly inside.. im a kind of person n don’t want to talk about problems.. gus2 q hapi crowd lang as possible.. I don’t like the feeling hurt or frustrated by it..that’s my way of escaping it.. pere actually im jst okey bout it for I have naman my real friends who knows me.. I cant deny a secret to them.. hndi q n kailngan ng madami pang friends n kailangan mo pang mkifit in s knila..  survival of the fittest, e2 n ang mundo ntin. To survive you need to fit in..&lt;br /&gt;Im a resrved person im partly proud of it for it is my way para wag massaktan..partly not dn.. Im scared, I guess of the rejection, all of us do..  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111139706592967293?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111139706592967293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111139706592967293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111139706592967293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111139706592967293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/aq-to.html' title='aq to!'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111139684202782526</id><published>2005-03-21T17:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:19:46.443+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wOman'S inStIncT</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Woman’s Instinct&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A lady friend of mine was having an argument with her boyfriend...and being a pinoy nasa roots q n ata ang mkitsismis..nd besides best friend q dn kz ang sangkot..the story? (She would not forgive me telling …peace out bru!) Because of a simple text made of a girl to her bf..and when she ask her bf what was that girls txt all about (this was the girl txt like: pde b tau mit?miss yah!:)) the guy explained. To make my story short, they ended up having a huge fight tlg.. I relate myself to my girlfriend kz I myself didn’t even know dn how to react if ever I caught my boyfriend having an affair with another girl.. But I don’t know..i was surprise for I believe of what everything told by the bf..i guess my instinct tell me so..and knowing nrn kz my girl friend of being a bit paranoid mostly about things around her..i can tell.. Some say a womans instinct will never can’t go wrong and in my friends’ part, it’s her instinct dn db? So now im confused... it really amazed me knowing how love can work in this world..it such a powerful thing! And im thankful because of that same reason there now back into each others arms... (Mushy, mushy!!!) good thing! I don’t have to be “madame auring” or a clown just to make her feel better.. Sometimes kz we tend to forget those most valuable things in this world..and hanap p tau ng hanap nasa atin n pala..kaya payo q lang minsan..feel… don’t think! And its not just those woman have instinct’s right..its in..all of us!it can go wrong too..but that’s life!so make most out of it nalang!..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111139684202782526?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111139684202782526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111139684202782526&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111139684202782526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111139684202782526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/womans-instinct.html' title='wOman&apos;S inStIncT'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-111076468448579645</id><published>2005-03-14T08:08:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T08:44:44.486+07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;let'z goh fishing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ai naku ang tagal n nong huli qng post d2...nd now la aqng mkwento ..  kasama q nga pla ngayn ang dalwang asungot..ang "mommy" kae q at c "daddy" ernan..tse tse...pero i thankful and im okey now..this past few days kz im not feeling well nd im having this bad mood for the entire week tlg kya dami q naaway.. naka2tuwa kz basta! i guess i hab still this feeling khit n s ngayon..hay..  i'll go my fishing nlng muna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-111076468448579645?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/111076468448579645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=111076468448579645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111076468448579645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/111076468448579645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-110984333275069279</id><published>2005-03-03T16:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T16:06:13.816+07:00</updated><title type='text'>paths..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;An adventure as big as life itself. "big fish"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;10 Habits of Happily Single Girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Celebrate your Independence Day. This is the year you free your mind from the shackles of shamed singleness. Make the commitment to be not merely content by truly happy. Flaunt your freedom, and set off those fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;Wear your heart on your sleeve (or your neck, finger, wrist...). A few words of empowerment, either your own or from people you admire, may be all you need to get you through those solo-time slumps when you're tempted to wallow in self-pity. Display it for all to see, and you could help some similarly solo girl get through her off-days too.&lt;br /&gt;Carry pictures in your wallet of you at your craziest, happiest, most beautiful moments. Save the studio pictures of family albums and ID cards. Bring out the snaps of you in the school mascot's costume, you after a paintball game, you winning the track meet–mussed-up hair, dirty face, toothy grin and all! Share them with your friends, with pride!&lt;br /&gt;Ease up on the single-chick lit. While there are some gems out there, most of them tell you that you're Ms. Nobody until you've snagged your Mr. Somebody. "And they lived happily ever after" isn't the only way for a good story to end.&lt;br /&gt;Go boy-watching–but look more closely. Somewhere beneath the "potential boyfriend" exterior is a real person with many–sometimes strange yet fascinating–things to share. Stop putting boys into the boyfriend box, and you'll pick up a few meaningful relationships that will last past the honeymoon stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be selfish. Someday, you may have to skip the season finale of Alias to celebrate an anniversary or read a bedtime story. Until then, park that gorgeous behind in the comfiest chair, and hog a bowl of hot, buttery popcorn—guilt-free!&lt;br /&gt;Learn to love. What is love anyway? Imagine being in a relationship without first figuring out this all-important question... yikes! Look at couples you respect—your grandparents, your friends, your friends' parents (leave the romantic-comedy "role models" out, your love life won't be following a script)—and get your values and ideals straight.&lt;br /&gt;Be open to change. Singleness can suck when you get stuck in a rut. But the beauty of being single is that you can change your life without causing a commotion. Be a punk one day, a princess the next. Your friends may think you're crazy, but hey, as long as they love the new you.&lt;br /&gt;Date yourself. Don't underestimate your capacity to enjoy solitude. Take a vacation from the group, and venture out on your own once in a while. Go to your favorite coffee shop, and put your feet up on the extra seat.&lt;br /&gt;Be inspired. Once upon a time, the only imaginable future for girls was in front of a stove and behind a man. Now, more and more women are leading happy, fulfilled lives and showing that down the aisle isn't the only way to reach the top. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;this is actually an article i got from candy..cute n2..so hope it will hepl this empower morethose single but great girls out there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-110984333275069279?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/110984333275069279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=110984333275069279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/110984333275069279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10517746/posts/default/110984333275069279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/2005/03/paths.html' title='paths..'/><author><name>clinE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10778646934152834149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-110897750343686479</id><published>2005-02-21T16:14:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T16:43:42.423+07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Bad Ways to Get over a Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;10 Bad Ways to Get over a Guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You decided to celebrate you new single status with an Under the Tuscan Sun vacation in mind but end up with something less than ordinary. Don't skim on yourself and your happiness. It is a hard task than anyone else can imagine. It is hard to get rid of the thought of him from your mind so now it is time to celebrate and reward yourself for kicking him to the curb. Go on vacation, a nice one. It doesn't have to be luxurious or expensive, somewhere that will let you relax and forget about the brutal pass and clear your mind. Somewhere that will give you a chance to clean yourself and start all over new and fresh. Again, relaxing at the public pool full of crying kids down the street from your house is not a best choice to celebrate your new single status.&lt;br /&gt;Wallow in self-pity and listen to very song Chris Isaak has ever written. Why do you to keep listening to something that will remind you of the heart-bleeding past. Move on and put on some dancing music for God sake!&lt;br /&gt;Get a cat...then 2....then 30. Yes they are pets and yes they can be cute and all but having 30 cats would not help you move on. Get out there and have fun with friends not with 30 cats.&lt;br /&gt;Donate all the gifts he bought you to a Goodwill thrift shop only to buy them back the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Immerse yourself in new hobbies - drinking, smoking, and staying out all nihght until you not only forget all about him but also almost forget you have a job, leading you to show up for work in a cocktail dress.&lt;br /&gt;Indulge in retail therapy and by a D&amp;amp;G dress that is so expensive, it mena sliving without electricity for a month.&lt;br /&gt;Leave him a message to make sure he knows that you are so over him. Then call a dozen more times in the following months to reemphasize that you are so over him big-time and you just wanted him to know that for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Rebound with a guy who looks just like your ex...except he is five inches shorter and 50 percent balder.&lt;br /&gt;Take a break from the tyranny of male standards of beauty by refusing to remove any of your body hair.&lt;br /&gt;Show him that you have truly moved on by sleeping with his best friend, his boss and the bartender at this favourite watering hole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-110897750343686479?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/110897750343686479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://p.webshots.com/ProThumbs/79/27179_wallpaper280.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10517746.post-110897504970107223</id><published>2005-02-21T15:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-04-26T15:08:06.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>nya..nya..nya..:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Return to Pooh Corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Christopher Robin and I walked along&lt;br /&gt;Under branches lit up by the moon&lt;br /&gt;Posing our questions to Owl and Eeyore&lt;br /&gt;As our days disappeared all too soon&lt;br /&gt;But I've wandered much further today than I should&lt;br /&gt;And I can't seem to find my way back to the Wood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So help me if you can&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get back&lt;br /&gt;To the House at Pooh Corner by one&lt;br /&gt;You'd be surprised&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to be done&lt;br /&gt;Count all the bees in the hive&lt;br /&gt;Chase all the clouds from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days of Christopher Robin and Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Got a honey jar stuck on his nose&lt;br /&gt;He came to me asking help and advice&lt;br /&gt;And from here no one knows where he goes&lt;br /&gt;So I sent him to ask of the Owl if he's there&lt;br /&gt;How to loosen a jar from the nose of a bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to explain how a few precious things&lt;br /&gt;Seem to follow throughout all our lives&lt;br /&gt;After all's said and done I was watching my son&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping there with my bear by his side&lt;br /&gt;So I tucked him in, I kissed him and as I was going&lt;br /&gt;I swear that old bear whispered "Boy, welcome home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me if you canI've finally come back&lt;br /&gt;To the House at Pooh Corner by one&lt;br /&gt;What do you knowThere's so much to be done&lt;br /&gt;Count all the bees in the hive&lt;br /&gt;Chase all the clouds from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days of Christopher Robin&lt;br /&gt;Back to the ways of Christopher Robin&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days of Pooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;- Kenny Loggins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;song that really inspire me a lot..when i was just little..not only it has a acoustic tune but touches the young hearts and young at hearts..pooh for life!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-110897504970107223?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/110897504970107223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>coupling...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;midterms n...still, di prin aq nk2pag aral..or nag aral n nmn tlg aq pro seems di q nmn naiintindihan..kaya sometimes i ask myself qng pra b aq tlg s engineering..hay..but i cant think of any course n ipa2lit q, i have this need to pursue this course..basta!bahala n...gotta go!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10517746-110722773862661569?l=ncline.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ncline.blogspot.com/feeds/110722773862661569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10517746&amp;postID=110722773862661569&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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