<?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-4880746429346035978</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:50:07.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicole, Nicole!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-1544030431917761580</id><published>2010-02-27T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:46:10.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No perfect title</title><content type='html'>NO perfect texts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO perfect introduction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO perfect ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there's NO perfect US to begin with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-1544030431917761580?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/1544030431917761580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=1544030431917761580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/1544030431917761580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/1544030431917761580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-perfect-title.html' title='No perfect title'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-4309180757050518418</id><published>2010-02-22T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T08:56:39.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohohohow.</title><content type='html'>I missed this blog!!!!! It's been almost a year!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaah. can't believe Ive opened you again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-4309180757050518418?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/4309180757050518418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=4309180757050518418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4309180757050518418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4309180757050518418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2010/02/ohohohow.html' title='Ohohohow.'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-7058383111036647579</id><published>2008-05-14T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T07:46:53.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Some things on earth are just too hard to comprehend.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Come and Go.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;From the teddy bear you once held when you were little down to the one, the only person who had brought meaning to your life.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-7058383111036647579?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/7058383111036647579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=7058383111036647579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/7058383111036647579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/7058383111036647579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-6218286393575586249</id><published>2008-03-12T13:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T10:43:50.287-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outburst of Happiness</title><content type='html'>HAPPINESS HAPPINESS HAPPINESS HAPPINESS HAPPINESS HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the end goal of mankind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we aspire for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What gives us strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What keeps us going amidst everything.&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;What is the real meaning of the word?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy + ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;State of ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may complete these sentences :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM HAPPY WHEN ____________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE/SHE MAKES ME HAPPY WHENEVER ___________________________.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE ARE HAPPY BECAUSE _______________________________.&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;Maybe you already have answers on your head, but you may mistake a reason for another,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or think of a reason that is not qualified as a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can make us happy then? Do the reasons we have are enough to say that we are/can be happy?&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;What if I am not, what if you're not. But we think we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot picture myself extremely happy. Because, the different meanings of happiness keep juggling inside my flat head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can be enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say I have someone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say you have a family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say I passed the board exam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say I learned how to swim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say I can drive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say I got a new job?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say my bus is here at last?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say there's no school today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say I have a vacation trip readied tom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say we're complete at dinner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say "HEY I'M IN LOVE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough to say we share the same sentiments?&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;Answer: YES. these things are more than enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all good memories are added up, they will be equal to a word.....&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;HAPPINESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simple joys.&lt;br /&gt;simple things added together.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-6218286393575586249?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/6218286393575586249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=6218286393575586249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/6218286393575586249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/6218286393575586249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2008/03/outburst-of-happiness.html' title='Outburst of Happiness'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-4256210930176043902</id><published>2007-09-07T05:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T09:35:21.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Instant sarap noodles</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Nahihirapan ka ba pag nabitin ka ng amoy ng yakisobang nakababad sa mainit na tubig?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sarap higupin sana habang mainit init pa.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Lalagyan mo lang ng hot water then solved ka na.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Konting ihip lang, nako ho. Swabeng dadaloy sa labing gutom na gutom.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Hmmmmm. Ang sarap ng noodles, instant man pero matagal ding inasam.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;=p&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Gutooooooooooooooooom.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-4256210930176043902?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/4256210930176043902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=4256210930176043902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4256210930176043902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4256210930176043902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/09/instant-sarap-noodles.html' title='Instant sarap noodles'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-4623645888950523423</id><published>2007-08-04T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T08:49:26.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half drowning already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;No need for a backgorund or interpretation of this literary work. The poem speaks for itself.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11pt; FONT-FAMILY: Garamond; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA"&gt;I'm swimming all alone in a pool of darkness&lt;BR&gt;and I feel like darkness is slowly pulling me under&lt;BR&gt;I yell for help but no one is there to hear it&lt;BR&gt;I begin to see the water at eye level&lt;BR&gt;and I kick and flail&lt;BR&gt;fighting to stay above the darkness&lt;BR&gt;But the darkness won't let go of its hold on me&lt;BR&gt;and I slowly begin to give in&lt;BR&gt;to the feeling that lies below the water line&lt;BR&gt;the waters starts to fill my lungs&lt;BR&gt;the lungs that once held so much life&lt;BR&gt;yet now they allow the murky water to replace that&lt;BR&gt;I know that this path doesn't lead to happiness&lt;BR&gt;But why doesn't someone grab my hand&lt;BR&gt;pull me from darkness's grasp?&lt;BR&gt;because no one knows I stand at the boundary&lt;BR&gt;the boundary between light and dark&lt;BR&gt;so I give in to the thing that holds me&lt;BR&gt;All of the strength and all of the courage&lt;BR&gt;that I once held in my heart&lt;BR&gt;can't save me from the water&lt;BR&gt;So I slowly slip below the world of conscientiousness&lt;BR&gt;undetected by the occupants of that world&lt;BR&gt;I don't want to fight anymore&lt;BR&gt;I've given into darkness.....................&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-4623645888950523423?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/4623645888950523423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=4623645888950523423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4623645888950523423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4623645888950523423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/08/half-drowning-already.html' title='Half drowning already.'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-7475299318238767610</id><published>2007-07-31T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T07:05:47.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One day Late. Yesterday's entry.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Don't hit the clingy road when you're half asleep.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Worse, don't DRIVE your dad's car if you can't rightfully handle the wheels.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;---------&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;I woke up late, took a shower, wore my ironed clothes and put on my shabby shoes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Dad was there greeting 'Goodmorning child' as I ran and got the keys on top of I-can't-remember where.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;He just smiled, I did not. I was just again ranting because I did not wake up early.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Papers were killing me. Yes. YOU were torturing me that night.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;And so I had to stay up late til my eyes weaken and start blurring out.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Hate hate hate it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;As expected, drivers perform the "too fast too furious style," not minding any pedestrian and PUJS if they need to reach a targetplace on time. Overtake there, Frequent fast touch on the breaks, No signals, No driving below 20. Third gear - slowest, Swerving - switching of lanes, Traffic signs, nah don't matter.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Oh yea. But sometimes, though you had it in you (strength/power/acceleration/speed)... You can't escape accidents.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Due to your sleepy head and "not yourself" state,&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;You might end up hitting the breaks too late. And bump a white painted but rusty cab. Good thing, if the driver decides to run away.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;So. Better have stayed and imprisoned yourself at home than engage in such stupid situations. Right? Dadadada. &lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;Today wasn't a good day.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 11.5pt; FONT-FAMILY: Arial"&gt;How about tomorrow?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;FONT face="Times New Roman" size=3&gt; &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-7475299318238767610?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/7475299318238767610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=7475299318238767610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/7475299318238767610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/7475299318238767610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/07/one-day-late-yesterday-entry.html' title='One day Late. Yesterday&amp;#39;s entry.'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-3079623757059192899</id><published>2007-07-23T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T06:10:51.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>:(</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Haaay. Pagod na pagod na ko. Tired of all these repetitions. Paulit ulit, nakakahilo na. Parang nakasakay sa elesing walang preno. Di mo alam kung kelan hihinto. Wala ba talagang stop light na pwedeng lumitaw? Isang kulay pula lang na ilaw, siguro naman titigil na to. Di ba. Mag-iisang taon nang ikot lang ng ikot e. Tama na.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;---------&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-3079623757059192899?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/3079623757059192899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=3079623757059192899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3079623757059192899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3079623757059192899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title=':('/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-1585488468878204062</id><published>2007-07-22T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T07:07:17.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in the same situation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;"Boo to the days I do repetitive things.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Hell goodbye to the words I always utter.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Suck the face of this life with so much drama."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;---------&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Ohh saying these phrases is like setting the borders, ending the game, and having a tight stomach.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;But all you can do is say them, without much regard of how you really feel at the moment.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;And at the end of the day, you'll just say: "hey i fixed myself already, i'm fixed, i can't be destroyed that easy anymore. I am same as a machine which has had stability, clean program with an upright direction. I'm stronger than ever. And those things I said will be kept, will keep me alive."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Oh sigh. Are you sure?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Hard to push yourself to be tired of something. You can't possibly turn yourself instantly to an idea of "hey, I'm tired of this. And I'm quitting." Bec this is not a platoon, a course, an organization, a job that you can easily get rid of.. This is "life." You may say it's over.....&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;No, life won't quit you even if you already did.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Bear with it.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-1585488468878204062?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/1585488468878204062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=1585488468878204062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/1585488468878204062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/1585488468878204062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/07/trapped-in-same-situation.html' title='Trapped in the same situation?'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-3931226889109540875</id><published>2007-07-16T04:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T08:07:40.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone, Here. </title><content type='html'>&lt;P align=center&gt;Gone, Here. Here, Gone.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;You're here tonight, sharing my comfy blanket.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;We cuddle, we hug, we laugh, we tell stories.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;We look at the stars, look at the buildings, take some pics, &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;Just because we're not yet sleepy..&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;Soon enough, your eyes struggle, closing&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;You fell asleep, and hey we are at the rooftop.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;Next morning, ooh you're gone.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;A bird might have stolen you when I fell asleep.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;And now I'm alone again, &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;The cold wind touching my blank face.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;The rusty rooftop frictioning with my bare feet.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;Without much control of the situation,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;Yea. I tripped.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;After the sudden fall,&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;I then realize, &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;You were never beside me.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;It was all just a dream.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P align=center&gt;A dream that is too good to be happening.&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-3931226889109540875?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/3931226889109540875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=3931226889109540875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3931226889109540875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3931226889109540875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/07/gone-here.html' title='Gone, Here. '/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-4405625085352392973</id><published>2007-07-05T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T07:21:00.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All given realities.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Blah blah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel like exploding any minute now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Comfort zone: Starbucks with Poleco readings. Hello tien.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ooooh damnness, where did my luck fly? Come back.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bad vibes, wrong timing, idle position, messed up works, day dreaming face, scrambled self. Thats what completely describe me right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohooo. take me to an empire where pain and heartaches are minutely absent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Coz you know, hell's drowning me to deathness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Darkness pulling me under...... Who can save me?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;---------Sabay sabay pa. Yes, can I breathe guys? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-4405625085352392973?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/4405625085352392973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=4405625085352392973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4405625085352392973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4405625085352392973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/07/all-given-realities.html' title='All given realities.'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-3762167879346655694</id><published>2007-07-01T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T06:32:16.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Six o'clock in the Morning.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;When your alarm clock bugs you off at its loudest, do you see it as a call to celebrate?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Oftentimes, you may not want to hit your bed early and prefer to spend the night staring on those yellow, blue, orange playful lights of the streets.... Or look up, admire the bright stars of the dark sky. But swiftly stop and think of "what you'll do when this majestic view vanishes tomorrow morning."&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You assure yourself that this night would be the best night of your life because of fear.     Fear of getting up the next day, not knowing how to face it.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;The sunrise upsets you not because it is ugly. Yes, it's not. Maybe, you just don't consider the thought of waking up with no food, no water, no car keys, no pair of socks. Shallow sentiments?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;To be effective, maybe. Again maybe, opening your eyes will feed you the reality that you are alone. Nothing and no one can fill your empty hand.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;---------&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;You have everything tonight, how about tomorrow? Do you still have a tight grip on them?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Scary the feeling of not being able to fight for "what completes your face - a smile" "what excites you to wake up early" "who tickles your feet to get you ready" "who offers a cup of Starbucks to get you going" "who asks how was your sleep and greets you, good morning!" &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Things and persons (what/who used to be's) that might be gone the next day. -- What scares you in welcoming the sunrise which will signal another day of being back to lonesomeness.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Back to normal. The magic ends tonight.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Are you sleepy yet?&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-3762167879346655694?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/3762167879346655694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=3762167879346655694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3762167879346655694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3762167879346655694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/07/six-o-in-morning.html' title='Six o&amp;#39;clock in the Morning.'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-3904447265063902773</id><published>2007-05-11T00:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T04:45:18.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Froilan, Dedicated to Someone na!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 180%"&gt;&lt;FONT size=2&gt;Because of being near you, Gosh man, WORSE effing moment.....................................&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 180%"&gt;Habagat F.F.&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;Fucking Face.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Find your way out&lt;BR&gt;Leave the bench&lt;BR&gt;Cross the line&lt;BR&gt;Don't ever look back&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Because your gigolo attitude makes my awesome day suck to its limits..&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Hate the blink of your monstrous green eyes&lt;BR&gt;Signaling the delay of any motion around me&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Hey. Do you own a mask?&lt;BR&gt;Have it cover your boring lips&lt;BR&gt;Because Man, it stinks. Right right?&lt;BR&gt;Hm.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Every part of you combined altogether will lead me to head aches, lonely nights, dragging episodes, trying-hard seriousdashemo moments, and over dozed sleeping pills.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The whole package of 'your highness'??-- Nah, your face alone has caused me indisputable disasters and one biiiiiiig painful downfall. BETTER YET, &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 180%"&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;A HABAGAT&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Brrrrrrr. Word of Advice-- Take off, bring your face. Bring every panget &lt;STRONG&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 130%"&gt;&lt;FONT size=3&gt;AND WINDY&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt; part of you.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;---&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Hahahaha. Galit lang a. -&lt;STRONG&gt;OO GALIT TALAGA.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;Not "stoning" anyone. &lt;STRONG&gt;-STONING NOW.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;Grabe, You are so way GAY. And pwedeng itago mo na lang ang toy cars mo! Leche e.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;You suck completely!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! BOO.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-3904447265063902773?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/3904447265063902773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=3904447265063902773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3904447265063902773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3904447265063902773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/05/great-froilan-dedicated-to-someone-na.html' title='Great Froilan, Dedicated to Someone na!!!'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-3411580302259909271</id><published>2007-04-20T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T08:25:21.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR IMC Pip -- BERNADETS SONGCO!!!</title><content type='html'>I-sasang tabi ang mushyhan sa pagkakataong ito.&lt;br /&gt;Kakalimutan ang bugso ng malalambing na salita.&lt;br /&gt;Para kasing kay lungkot ng mga pinasak na entri e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this is written and published for my dear hell-a povedan --- Bernadets Songco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me to update. Hmmm, this entry will test your proficiency (Guess what?) in Filipinoooo Lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Translate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Ubod ng saya ang maging balingkinitan at metikulosang Presidente ng grupong tatak sa binhi ng mga nagpupunyagi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Ang bolang asul ay tumalbog patungo sa himpapawid at di na matanto kung salat sa hangin o balot na balot na sa polusyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 Literatura ng Aleman ang nais gugulan ng matinding pag-aaral ni Pepe upang siya'y maging isang ganap na mananayaw sa piging na mangyayari bukas ng gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Can you give me a pair of sneakers or a shot of El Hhhhombre?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 Work the hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 Our president is currently in with Bush and works hand in hand with the Congress to obliterate terrorism, abuses and corruption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you go-go. No coaching please. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Halatang bored lang a. rrrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for a response Dear PoPoPoveydan, =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-3411580302259909271?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/3411580302259909271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=3411580302259909271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3411580302259909271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3411580302259909271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/04/imc-peep-bernadets-songco.html' title='FOR IMC Pip -- BERNADETS SONGCO!!!'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-8968809611945600298</id><published>2007-04-12T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:29:11.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Reject!</title><content type='html'>First entry that I will really make some nonsense kwento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.&lt;br /&gt;Enlistment is still ongoing, yet we (mgt peeps) are left unanswered whether or not we can enroll CAS. Brrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever they don't allow us. Nakoooo. I'm going to set fire the University!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer sucks na tuloooooooy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sched is manipulating the overstated sincerity of my Summer breeze. - hahaha for Han.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am not happy with it. Not. Not. Not.&lt;br /&gt;=p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Rh5dBiVgifI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kr70cDIT7xY/s1600-h/untitledo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052578112934545906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Rh5dBiVgifI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kr70cDIT7xY/s400/untitledo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-8968809611945600298?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/8968809611945600298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=8968809611945600298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/8968809611945600298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/8968809611945600298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/04/summer-reject.html' title='Summer Reject!'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Rh5dBiVgifI/AAAAAAAAAAU/kr70cDIT7xY/s72-c/untitledo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-8957230272172238418</id><published>2007-03-26T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T11:24:45.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EYES OF A CHILD CAN TELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/RggBRP4INLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GjrrX0Jep1A/s1600-h/Image(929).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5046284778299995314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/RggBRP4INLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GjrrX0Jep1A/s400/Image(929).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A thousand words do not completely speak TRUTHFULLY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A single action may.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Actions do not always provide assurance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A word can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It is better to not have spoken at all than jumble words to form a sweet statement full of lies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bragging about the things you can give, you can do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Either way, execution of pictured targets does not guarantee safety from lies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It may be just an "acting." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easy said. Easy done? Easy done. Easy said?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deceitful MOTIVE.&lt;/strong&gt; Whether of words, or actions, makes everything else thorny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words trigger - brainwashing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Actions formulate - hopes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Words. Actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Only the eyes of a child can speak of the truth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Only the body of a child can act honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pure Minds. Pure Hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-8957230272172238418?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/8957230272172238418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=8957230272172238418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/8957230272172238418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/8957230272172238418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/03/eyes-of-child-can-tell.html' title='EYES OF A CHILD CAN TELL'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/RggBRP4INLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GjrrX0Jep1A/s72-c/Image(929).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-4433639679655732434</id><published>2007-03-23T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:49:10.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Point here</title><content type='html'>Downloading.......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All night I've been downloading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy access of any genre I like&lt;br /&gt;One click, lists and lists of songs appear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But but. It's not that simple.&lt;br /&gt;Every song I pick to download takes an hour to be completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every completion of a song, I play the "recently added" cuts over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here guys. Patience can lead you to the mystic road of musiic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonderful ideas, lyrics, titles, lines, chorus, chords, remix. - these are apt to be heard by every working soul, provided he or she wants it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;It's due to say that "anything" precious is worth waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;It's not the "waiting" that matters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is the infinite "playing" of the melody...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we often measure the time we think is wasted because of waiting in line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we ignore the fact that we're there waiting for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;The reason that makes the "waiting" worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hours. minutes. months. years. --Doesn't matter. As long as we hold on to the "reason."&lt;br /&gt;And make sure this "reason" won't slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because if it does; alas, waiting is apparently of no use.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-4433639679655732434?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/4433639679655732434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=4433639679655732434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4433639679655732434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4433639679655732434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/03/point-here.html' title='Point here'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-4728590570266864699</id><published>2007-03-17T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-17T05:17:32.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do me a favor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Make me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be interestingly witty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just avoid putting your eyes on me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I might be under your spell for the rest of the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long enough to remember that you are the impossible.&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/4880746429346035978-4728590570266864699?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/4728590570266864699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=4728590570266864699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4728590570266864699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4728590570266864699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-me-favor.html' title='Do me a favor'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-3417283875128237788</id><published>2007-03-12T09:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T09:05:48.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A run I'll never forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Last Friday, we(the team)&amp;nbsp;were able to passs our Video in PhilHis within the period. 15 mins before the bell rings, wuhooo, we made it. Last group to air&amp;nbsp;one of&amp;nbsp;"Acad-related topics." &lt;STRONG&gt;Ours is about the workload=Why do we have 27units as a reg load?* It's dubbed as&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;THE FORSAKEN TRUTHOLOGY&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Funny bec we didn't predicted the group will cram sooo badly. Last week pa, shootings were ongoing. Runnings were smooth. But suddenly, Sir Joachim thought of revising the storyline, changing the whole captured dets.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;In short, start from scratch.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Tues night (Mar6 'to) was the&amp;nbsp;heartbreaker e. And Mar9 was the passing. Hmm but because of great teamwork, superb ideas&amp;nbsp;and dedication of&amp;nbsp;every single&amp;nbsp;head. Ahah one night and were out&amp;nbsp;to make another masterpiece. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Wed-whole day and Thurs-patakastakas sa classes...were the only "shooting" days.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Tiring, yes. Jed knows how tiring talaga.&amp;nbsp;Everyone was&amp;nbsp;dead beat, doing the 10-minute vid.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;I wouldn't make kwento about&amp;nbsp;the story, but guys.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;The&amp;nbsp;vid&amp;nbsp;would have been soo kulang&amp;nbsp;if&amp;nbsp;this is not kasali----Teaserrrr.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Sioms' still in good shape saying: "Huy huy huy, HOle, HOle, Misyun 'to, Misyun 'to, Gisheng!!"&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;BWAhah. Love the Giant!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;THE VID WON'T TURN OUT THAT&amp;nbsp;FANTASTIC W/O THE HELP OF:&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Two manongs giving diploma and slapping us&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Manong fixing the flags of Equatorials&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;One Mekaniko who climbed going to the Girl's CR&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Two guards asking pa: Ok lang ba kayo jan? Tumabi kayo ha! Baka the door will tilapon&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Maintenance peeps: Bukas na kayo uuwi demonic tawa*&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Profs who just passed by, -Konting pagiging usisera naman no! We were locked can't you effing see? Maka ihi lang talaga o! hehe&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Nurse sa Clinic: making silip while shooting&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;By stander na likes to be seen in the vid. -you're there na ok?&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Guard 1 Stella- Wala e, sooo galing to fight us, got a bruise pa e. Ok na ba un? Siopao bruise sa arms e!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Guard 2 MPC- Ayon, i think i like you, with the dialogue, taboy, --Baka masagasaan kayo&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Guard 3 ALB- Eto matindi, soo sir, you're from the states? Herherr&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Lorenze- burning and Acer computer&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;UAPPY - for letting himself&amp;nbsp;to be beaten&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Dr. Dumol - for the "Why not" answer&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Apple MAC Comp - songs especially 'Whats my mother fucking name?'&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Sioms Lim - Alam niyo na, the giant. &lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;And of course.....&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;The Team!!! + JedGurey! +Sir Joachim&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Til our next production guuuuys.&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Cant wait for hannah to be the star e. Turner amp! :) ***&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Akoooooooo siiiiiiiiii Induuuy Piniduh. xoxoxoxoxoxoxo -Potang mushy pa a!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Nah, seriously, had a fabuloulitic time,&amp;nbsp;working with all the &lt;STRONG&gt;hardworking students&lt;/STRONG&gt; of the school&amp;nbsp;who makes&amp;nbsp;them &lt;STRONG&gt;"be&amp;nbsp;masters of one, and/or robots who could destrooooy the world."&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Group huuuuuuuuuug going to our "FORSAKEN TRUTHOLOGY" vid..!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;Cheers!!!!!!!!&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;FONT size=5&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-3417283875128237788?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/3417283875128237788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=3417283875128237788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3417283875128237788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3417283875128237788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/03/run-ill-never-forget.html' title='A run I&apos;ll never forget'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-3135825763042934306</id><published>2007-03-04T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T08:40:44.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You need not be scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I woke up this morning, hearing your voice. Even though I'm in my unconscious mind that moment, the ring coming from my phone suddenly put a smile on my face. We talked, and we were just fine. After a couple of hours, you texted some news. The news turned out to be a very bad one. One that could make anyone experience the haste of paranoia. Yes, paranoia knocked me out. Not that I've gone suspicious but only or very shocked. Reading the text, I hoped I'm just having another nightmare. And later on, someone will slap my face or pinch my cheeks. But no, no one's there. I'm awake. And I need not have to consider this as a prank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ooh shiiit. Ooh shiiit.&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Break a news when you feel like it. Crack a joke when everybody seems very stressed. Do a lot of convincing to trick people. Live life to its fullest. You would not know when a calamity will strike your neighborhood. Do what you have to do. Maybe it's time to lessen the "what if's attacks" or the "regrets carved in stones"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because nothing is permanent. Nothing is yours. Nothing in this world will matter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only you'll know "what it could have been" if you tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*You have a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have mine also, and I won't blew it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-3135825763042934306?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/3135825763042934306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=3135825763042934306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3135825763042934306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3135825763042934306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-need-not-be-scared.html' title='You need not be scared'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-343949985302032539</id><published>2007-03-03T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-03T06:06:04.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to our PHILHIS video!!</title><content type='html'>As my friends in Uap know, we all are in deep confusion on what course to choose. A year and a half and we're off to the graduate school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRADUATE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice nice. Good work guys. Malutong na Good bye to Liberal Arts!! Yez yez. We did it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.. These are my top three courses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Management&lt;br /&gt;2. Integrated Marketing and Communication&lt;br /&gt;3. Political Economy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any words of wisdom? The hell why did I choose these three? I don't know either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will let the manibela handle the 'picking' and be a dried potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARCH 9!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THE JUDGMENT DAAAAAY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-343949985302032539?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/343949985302032539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=343949985302032539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/343949985302032539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/343949985302032539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/03/dedicated-to-our-philhis-video.html' title='Dedicated to our PHILHIS video!!'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-1040605882106193259</id><published>2007-03-01T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-01T04:03:37.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAMESET</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The magic of games.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight as I drive around the streets of Manila,&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder how life can be soooo cruel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, games were always energy boosters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this time, playing can be painstaking&lt;br /&gt;Especially when the game becomes unfamiliar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game a child used to love&lt;br /&gt;suddenly changes its identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOST. VERY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can just somebody hand me the goldenbook where all the rules of this effing game are written?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tera, let's play play guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-1040605882106193259?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/1040605882106193259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=1040605882106193259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/1040605882106193259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/1040605882106193259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/03/gameset.html' title='GAMESET'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-1682206214967453391</id><published>2007-02-25T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T06:35:05.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certainties and Qualms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't smile without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I can't smile without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oh i can't laugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and I can't sing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm finding it hard to do anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~Are people seerious when they hum, sing or say these things?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Can't a person live without the other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hmmmm. Very gasgas na this thinking right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Most of the peeps say: "Gosh lover, I can't imagine life without you." "I'm lost without you." "You complete me darling." "You are the center of my universe." "I don't know what I would do if you're not around." "It's better to die than live not having you at all." "You and me are unbreakable." "My world evolves around you." "Your absence eradicates joy in this world." "I'm halfempty if we're not together." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;~~Oh diba, gasgas shiiiiit. These bolas 90% remain as bolas. None or few lang are said coming from the heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So if you're that dumby dumb, gullibly gullible,, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU'LL BE DECEIVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;YOU'LL BELIEVE HE OR SHE WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So just an advice for those who are deeply crazy inlove,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Be sure of something. Uncover the sincerity of your partner by staying closely, feeling their heart throbbing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;as he or she says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;``you are my sunshine after the rain``&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The only banat na heavy!! Wuhooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAHAHAHA. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mushyness kills! Looks don't!&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/4880746429346035978-1682206214967453391?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/1682206214967453391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=1682206214967453391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/1682206214967453391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/1682206214967453391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-cant-smile-without-you-i-cant-smile.html' title='Certainties and Qualms'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-5915345551855816297</id><published>2007-02-23T04:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T05:25:58.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORN OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Empty mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated this site since (?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. yes. Lay low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it does not mean nothing big happened on those dead sleeping weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure though what to answer if asked: How are you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am I just hiding the teary joy? Covering up the bizarre mood? Or my heart's wandering elsewhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Following the confusing roll of the ball" has been my dictum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am not in favor of something,&lt;br /&gt;I just let it go. Keep every heartache to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I do this thinking that "Ok lang yun, ganun naman talaga the flow of life e." ~Are you seer?&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Siguro naman the jaded-feeling will die away sooner or later." ~Will it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh........ Ooooh la la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-5915345551855816297?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/5915345551855816297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=5915345551855816297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/5915345551855816297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/5915345551855816297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/02/j-j-j-jaaaaded.html' title='WORN OUT'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-6391309918801179943</id><published>2007-01-04T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T06:16:16.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such a relief</title><content type='html'>I am very happy today. You just don't know how much you've made me haaaaappy. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you thank you thank you. You've managed to neutralize my emotions e. Hayop galing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-6391309918801179943?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/6391309918801179943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=6391309918801179943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/6391309918801179943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/6391309918801179943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2007/01/such-relief.html' title='Such a relief'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-245444879285397950</id><published>2006-12-24T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T12:48:02.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nonsense talk</title><content type='html'>Just.... Thinking aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you cure a heart broken by someone?&lt;br /&gt;After so many years, there comes a point wherein everything you have, everything that makes you happy disappear. That instant.&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself alone.&lt;br /&gt;No one's there to listen.&lt;br /&gt;No one hears your pain.&lt;br /&gt;All that is there is you, your broken heart and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you end up examining the things which made it end this way.&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness covers your soul. Hatred. Loneliness. Idleness. State of Nothingness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you ever survive this state of shitness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you try to redirect your attention, it just hits you over and over again. "Shit wala na."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices are to either= be with the person in charge of your broken heart&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;be screwed, trying to forget that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is an answer now. An answer that would help you get over the effing situaation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psychological breakthrough lang. Right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-245444879285397950?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/245444879285397950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=245444879285397950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/245444879285397950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/245444879285397950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2006/12/nonsense-talk.html' title='Nonsense talk'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-8196309932745963438</id><published>2006-12-22T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T19:56:36.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A DAY OF BLISS</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we went to tagaytay for a wildlife experience. I, Jed, Em, Lorenze, and (Em's family: Ate Gelly, Sam kulit, Gabby girl and the companies) hahaha. Two cars having their way to the steepy road of Tagaytay Island. Jed drove us there using my wkt542 and Ate Angel followed. HAHAHA. Such a romantic event for Em and Jed. Such a free event for me and Lorenze. All expenses paid by Bautista family e. Nice right? A step of being pabigat and bulakaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting place and time: Parcroyale 12pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha funny because we arrived (I+Lorenze) there at 100pm. And my Jeddy Boy was there na at 10am! Grabe right? Isn't he too excited to see Em Bautista of his life?? Gosh. And here is the main thing~ he stayed at Ministop (nr. Parcroyale) lang the whole time he's waiting for us. So what's that JED? Why can't you go up and have your intimate moment with the ONE? haha. Torpe striking again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, when we reached the place. Jed had the driver's seat while I took the pazenger's seat. Yeeah! Time to rest and sleeeeeep zzzzz. Em went with us sitted next to Lorenze. There we go. Having our way to the steepy Tagaytay.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought in 45mins, we'll be there na e. BUT no no no. The supposed to be 45-minute ride became 2 hoursssss. Why? Why? Because of Jeddy the Hero. He was trying to save time and make the trip shorter. We did not passed by Sta Rosa. Instead we had to deal with bumping trucks and waving BIG JOE just to reach Tagaytay. Wow e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving driving. Kulitan. And at long last........................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagaytay here we come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The group was starving really. so we spotted Dencio's and had our supposed to be "lunch date."&lt;br /&gt;The food was sarap and they all enjoyed but me. :( Ask why. Because of Sam Bautista. HAAAY. If you're listening dear POVEDAN, I am hurt. I am never FRRRRRREEAKY, WEIRD AND CRRRRAZY. Never in my life have I encountered this. I was hurt guys. Really hurt. The group knows why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to you, after the meal, we went toooo guess what-?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ZOO! THE HOORRIFYING EXPERIENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 6pm, we were there. Had to pay the entrance fees pa. But before that, there were kids and adults that were eager to talk to us. They were selling something which was very expensive. They kept on saying: "mam eto na lang ho tulong niyo kasi kami na magbabantay ng KUTSI niyo." "Ikot po kasi kami dito kung sino magbabantay." "Sigi na ho boss. PangChristmas lang ho." I was petrified. Really. We did not mind them though. Bec we were excited to seeee the gigantic world of Animals that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo. Ate Angel was generous to libre everyone for entrance. 99bucks. EXPENSIVE. And we were 8!!!!! 99x8=792!!! Woah. Thanks dear kaibigan hehehehe. So there. We entered the main building, paid and got started. The place was creeping me out. It was dark. No light. No manongs to talk to. No towels for sweat. Phew.... As we go on, there were creatures that were scaryyy. Apes, UST tiger, Bear, Snakes, Sheep, Goat, Peacock, Baby Croc, and diff kinds of fiiiiiish. We just walked and walked. Rounds through the whole area. When suddenly, we found the "STAIRS of the DARKNESS." Everyone was matapang even Sam. We made our way there. Jed was the leading star. Lorenze was lambot. hahaha. And i followed Jed. And they followed. Checking the place out, Jed heard something. Roaring groaning and giggling sounds. That's how it sounded. He asked me if I heard it too. Shmpre due to my faulty ears, I gradually hear the sound. We were jumpy scared and started to shout. The rest of the group was clueless until they heard it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny. Everyone was pushy. Was trying to get over with the other to reach the top. Em was trying to hold Sam back so that she will have the top spot. HAHAHA. Isn't it Ates should take care of the little ones? Harhar. THEY WERE ALL AFRAID BUT ME. I was screaming: "HOY mga duwag!" "Ano ba yaaaan, para ungol lang naduwag na" hahaha. I was the only ONE who had the courage. who made them feel na "that's ok, relax na kayo." who was veerrry brave. BRAVERY is the key to a SUCCESSFUL trip. hahahahahaha..... Peace friends!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we cooled down. And checked out the fishy world. Sooo nice. We loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought done na kami with the horror attack? No NOTYET. Jed and Lorenze still dared to have another shot with the stairs of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mehn. They were helly monsters a! Toss Coin was our only chance to resist the challenge. BUT unfortunately, the guys won!!! Head over tails because of the kadayaan of Jeddy BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going down, we barely see anything. Darkness unfolds.................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AT LAST, the Pa-brave BOYS went scared also. Soo the ending of this story was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having to expect for something real but found nothing~ZERO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just scared ourselves to DEATH and had a good laugh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVEYOU GUYS!!!! Nice Ultimate Bonding Experience! MMMMWA! herrherr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-8196309932745963438?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/8196309932745963438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=8196309932745963438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/8196309932745963438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/8196309932745963438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2006/12/day-of-bliss.html' title='A DAY OF BLISS'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-2165994628334964860</id><published>2006-12-18T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T10:42:41.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiring Thoughts herrherr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas break again. Christmas. Gifts. Simbang gabis. Aguinaldos. Parties. Lights. Carols. Red and Green. Money. Shopping. Gift wrappers. Toys. Greetings. Texts. Busy roads. Tips. Envelopes. Coins. Candies. Crunchy 20 pesos. Wishes. Santa. Pictures. Out of towns. Mano po lolo. Mano po tito. Songs. Kris Kringle. Mommy and Baby. Noche Buena. Diatabs. Nice Dress. Polo shirts. Formal attires. Fine dinner. Snow. White Christmas. Long distance calls. New phone. To do lists. To buy lists. Puto bumbong. Bibingka. BBQ. Lechon. Exchange gifts. Exchange food. Sweet thoughtful Cards. Ribbons. Scissors. Tape. Give aways. Drinking sessions. Pulutan. Yozi break. Starbucks Planner. Beach. Bikinis. Metro Manila Film Fest. Night Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are numerous things we can think of when Christmas season is fast approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun. Cheers. Togetherness. Love. Give. Take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't we enjoy Christmas without these things? Think.&lt;br /&gt;Many families spend their Christmas with nothing in their pockets. Nothing to give. Nothing to eat. Nothing to wear. But certainly, they find their way to enjoy this special occasion.&lt;br /&gt;Just by being with the ones we love, more than enough right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this Christmas, try not to lugmok yourself with these "used to do" lists. Try to OPEN your HEART. Examine the real meaning of CHRISTMAS. And spend time with the real celebrant of this event. Who? WHO? Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because our country is in deep shit of Arroyo, we can no longer enjoy Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;I never want to hear anyone saying: "Nako Christmas ba? I can't feel it e. Parang di nagsasaya mga tao e" "Arroyo, potek ikaw lang masaya ngayong Pasko."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, be thankful. Start reliving the TRUE meaning of Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE, GIVE, PRAY, THANK, SURRENDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well actually guys. I'm one of those nonbelievers of Christmas. But now. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-2165994628334964860?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/2165994628334964860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=2165994628334964860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/2165994628334964860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/2165994628334964860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2006/12/inspiring-thoughts-herrherr.html' title='Inspiring Thoughts herrherr.'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-2575641101683340454</id><published>2006-12-05T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T08:44:32.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Ending Cycle?</title><content type='html'>Never ending cycle. Why. Why? Hm everytime I no longer want something, I let it go... And move to the next "best" thing. It has always been like that. It's sarap e. Super &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;CAREFREE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's how it goes for me... And at this moment I'm thinking if I will let go of this something which has captivated my heart for quite two years now. Or stick with all the damnness, lokohans and hopes Hm.. Mind vs heart situation. Laboed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Universitas et Pacificarum (spelled it right?)... A very lovely, serene, foresty, not to mention, tiny- place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Unibersidad de Santo Tomasino (pauso)... A big, way big, big, fantastic arena to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So there. Processing~ Should I let go of the present to be with my original love? Or Hold on to it and still aspire for an escape from its cruelty. My DREAM or My Present.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's hard you know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Present and Future &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's going to win my pa-hard to get heart?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Left confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-2575641101683340454?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/2575641101683340454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=2575641101683340454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/2575641101683340454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/2575641101683340454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2006/12/never-ending-cycle.html' title='Never Ending Cycle?'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-4308308561099859512</id><published>2006-12-01T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T05:54:21.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Err.</title><content type='html'>A very lazy friday. Err. And I can't figure out how to deal with you ok. Ideas are pouring out my head but dahhmn, how can i wrap it up if I can't handle the wholly process? harhar. Anyone help me please... Hahaha laboed by you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-4308308561099859512?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/4308308561099859512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=4308308561099859512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4308308561099859512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4308308561099859512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2006/12/err.html' title='Err.'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-3006027602893731380</id><published>2006-11-25T10:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:22:32.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An instant fade away.......</title><content type='html'>Having a blog is so not me. Thanks to my ever loving companion-froilan who gave me the light to pursue the calling... Getting my head started.. Intellectual Vibes come get me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-3006027602893731380?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/3006027602893731380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=3006027602893731380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3006027602893731380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/3006027602893731380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2006/11/instant-fade-away.html' title='An instant fade away.......'/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4880746429346035978.post-4723967169599657167</id><published>2006-11-25T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T10:14:23.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HANAH ANG PANGIT MO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4880746429346035978-4723967169599657167?l=nicoleole.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/feeds/4723967169599657167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4880746429346035978&amp;postID=4723967169599657167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4723967169599657167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4880746429346035978/posts/default/4723967169599657167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nicoleole.blogspot.com/2006/11/hanah-ang-pangit-mo.html' title=''/><author><name>nicoleole</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10583687159715449252</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_joB1Q9Ab-jQ/Se3Skgwra5I/AAAAAAAAAB8/0shihobcs_M/S220/Fakundow.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
