<?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-8296340</id><updated>2012-01-20T10:25:49.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>popped up!</title><subtitle type='html'>this is a place where i can say anything that i want...pwedeng mag-comment pero bawal ang kumontra, bawal ang pumalag dahil akin 'tong blog na 'to...hehehe...ang pumalag malilintikan... </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-7468724398392761438</id><published>2007-08-27T21:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T21:31:58.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tsaran!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hehehe..wala lng. miss ko na mag blog.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-7468724398392761438?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/7468724398392761438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=7468724398392761438&amp;isPopup=true' title='103 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/7468724398392761438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/7468724398392761438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2007/08/tsaran.html' title='tsaran!'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>103</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-115449248621166463</id><published>2006-08-02T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T12:37:21.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;after months of job hunting, i finally landed a job in an airline company. just finished my one week training and i'm now taking my first day-off after working seven days straight. .hahay, sa wakas pwede na ulit ako gumising ng tanghali, hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;so, what happened during my seven days training? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;1. learned how to check in passengers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2. got myself on the mic announcing the departure, arrival, boarding time, names of passengers who are acting like VIP's that they won't board the aircraft unless they hear their names being aired all over the airport, etc., etc., etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;3. got a call from the operations center while i am trying my best on the PA system not to sound monotonous with my pre-boarding announcement. (shucks kaulaw! i think i sounded like i'm really reading my script,hehehe...) i can't do anything about my voice, it's so "kuya eddie" female version...hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;4. saw parokya ni edgar, but i wasn't the one who checked them in. i assisted the boarding of their flight to catch a closer view of the band, hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;5. woke up at 3:00 am for my morning shift. i need to be in the airport at 4:30 am. zzzzz......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;so far yun lang...i'm looking forward to Kadayawan Festival, i'm sure marami pang banda ang pipila sa counter ko para magcheck in..hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-115449248621166463?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/115449248621166463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=115449248621166463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/115449248621166463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/115449248621166463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back...'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-115099374423069498</id><published>2006-06-23T00:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T00:29:04.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost my iPod</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;shucks! i couldn't find my iPod for days now. the last time i saw it, it was just in my bag. i don't have any idea where the hell is it. i've been looking for it around the house for two days now but i still don't see any traces of my mini iPod... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;kung na kanino man yun, hindi pa rin yun magiging sa 'yo kasi nakatatak sa likod nun ang pangalan ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-115099374423069498?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/115099374423069498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=115099374423069498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/115099374423069498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/115099374423069498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-lost-my-ipod.html' title='i lost my iPod'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-114900348140572492</id><published>2006-05-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T23:49:54.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's new with me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;hi everybody! matagal-tagal na din akong hindi nakapag blog...so anong mga nangyari sa akin ng mga panahong nanahimik ako? well, i just started working in a bank but it only lasted for 4 days...hahaha! reason? marami...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- first, wala akong balak mag-overtime araw-araw para lang magbalanse ng perang hindi naman akin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- second, ayokong mag close shoes with heels at ayoko din mag make up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- third, hindi ko kayang magsmile buong maghapon sa opisina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- fourth, hindi ako nag-aply sa bank nila para maging secretary ng kung sino mang kaibigan ng boss namin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;...at dahil hindi ko kayang gawin ang mga ito, itinuloy ko na lang ang aking bakasyon. masaya na ako, hindi pa ako stressed out...wala nga lang pera...heheheh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-114900348140572492?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/114900348140572492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=114900348140572492&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/114900348140572492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/114900348140572492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-new-with-me.html' title='what&apos;s new with me?'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-114067672803981195</id><published>2006-02-23T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:38:48.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how do i feel?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'coz i'm in too deep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i try to keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the thoughts in my&lt;br /&gt;head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of goin' under...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;the song says it all...&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/8296340-114067672803981195?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/114067672803981195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=114067672803981195&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/114067672803981195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/114067672803981195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-do-i-feel.html' title='how do i feel?'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-113896215853084836</id><published>2006-02-03T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T18:22:38.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dragons and flies</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sky, dragons and flies...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;afternoon delight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;yesterday, while we were crossing the busy street of Ponciano, one of my officemates suddenly sang these lines at the top of her lungs. wala akong nasabi. tawa lang ako ng tawa hanggang makabalik kami ng office...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ano nga bang meron sa taong happy?&lt;/em&gt; i was thinking of different products such as shampoo, laundry soap, drinks, food, something that would involve the family. i don't know why i was thinking of these things. days after, the question was answered. it turned out that they are endorsing a particular multivitamin brand that gives you the energy that you need to do the things that will make you happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i was not satisfied with the advertisement, maybe because i was not able to absorb the message yet. since i was registered with the unlimited text promo, i tried sending my friends with this question: &lt;em&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;R U HAPI? IF YES, WAT MAKES U HAPI &amp; Y?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i wanted to know their answers and prove that we do not need to buy that vitamins to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;only 4 out of almost 20 recipients answered my question. these are their answers:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;violet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;God's presence in my life, rain, 4 in d morning, family, friends, byfriend(?)! buks! buks! fud! movies! beach! travel! old hauses! crushes! being free! :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;irene:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;im hapi...y? coz im alive...:)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tricia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;hapi? yap, im hapi kc im enjoyingmy new job kc khit pressured eh ok p din kc challenging un job. im hapi dn kc satisfied me sa sahod ko. im 80% hapi. f mgkalovlyf me adtl 20% para complete hapines. pro khit la lovlyf im hapi. d me 2lad ni irene depres...hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;amor:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;most of d times, yes im happy bec. i am freeto do what i wana do. sometimes im not coz i think too much of whats gonna happen to me in d future. tnx! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;none of them answered vitamins. i was happy because based on their answers, i was able to prove that we don't need vitamins to be happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;if you were to ask me that text question, my answer would be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yes, im happy because...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. i have friends who are willing to answer my text messages even if some of the questions are somewhat weird;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;2. all 4 of them are happy;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;3. i can still smell my favorite cologne;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;4. i can still taste the delicious breakfast every morning;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;5. i can still feel the warmth of the sun;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;6. i can still listen to my favorite songs;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;7. i was able to see a dragonfly just recently (i rarely see dragonflies these days);&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;8. i can still find enough reasons to smile everyday;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;9. i still believe in love; and&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;the list goes on, and on, and on...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;with all these answers, i think the vitamin ad is partly right in saying that a happy person has lots of energy. we need energy to do all the things that makes us happy. but true happiness comes from the simple things that make our world a happier place to live in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt; - - - - - - - - - - -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sa apat na sumagot sa tanong ko, salamat! alam ko unlimited din kayo kaya kayo nagreply...hehehe! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sa mga hindi sumagot, salamat din! alam ko hindi kayo unlimited kaya hindi kayo nagreply, hahaha! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-113766762963460548?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113766762963460548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=113766762963460548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113766762963460548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113766762963460548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2006/01/anong-meron-ang-taong-happy.html' title='anong meron ang taong happy?'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-113541400947284031</id><published>2005-12-24T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:48:47.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>christmas rush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;it's seven hours before christmas and i'm still stuck in the office...but i'll be home for christmas...hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-113541400947284031?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113541400947284031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=113541400947284031&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113541400947284031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113541400947284031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmas-rush.html' title='christmas rush'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-113540185510791595</id><published>2005-12-24T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:24:15.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yehey, pasko na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;merry christmas everybody, happy new year too! . . . "fruitcake"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-113540185510791595?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113540185510791595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=113540185510791595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113540185510791595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113540185510791595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/12/yehey-pasko-na.html' title='yehey, pasko na!'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-113462132852875393</id><published>2005-12-15T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T12:44:28.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minamalas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;note: this is not about mojofly's song minamalas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i really hate this day! puro malas ang inabot ko. kakabirthday ko pa naman kahapon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;una&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...iniwan ako ng partner ko sa work kasi daw hindi pa nag-aalmusal ang tatay nya. buti sana kung sinabi nya kaagad sa akin nung nasa office pa kami, e nagdecide sya nasa area na kami and malayo kaya yun sa downtown area. pagkababang pagkababa namin sa jeep, sinabi nya kaagad na may pupuntahan daw sya. sabi nya pa, dun daw muna ako umupo sa may carenderia sa tabi kasi madali lang naman daw yung lakad nya. he promised to be back at 11:30. pagtingin ko sa relo, it was only 10:15...ano, tatanga ako dun sa may carenderia ng lampas isang oras?!?! ok lang sya? e kung isumbong ko kaya sya sa boss namin...pakshet! kelangan nya daw puntahan ang tatay nya dahil hindi pa daw nag-aalmusal at may ulcer daw yun. HALLER! hindi ba kaya ng tatay nya na kumain mag-isa? kaya nya nga magtext, yun pang kumain ang hindi nya makayang gawin? kelangan pa ba nya ng tigasubo? e di sana nag-hire na lang sya ng private nurse kung ganun! i didn't argue with him because i know wala ring mangyayari kung makipagtalo man ako. dadami lang ang wrinkles ko. hindi ko rin sya tinanong kung gaano kaimportante ang lakad nya, at kung ano talaga ang reason behind that. i was really pissed off! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pangalawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...at dahil nga nabadtrip na ako, naisipan kong pumunta na lng ng mall at kumain sa mcdo. walan gsounds sa mcdo, masyadong tahimik that's why i decided to plunge on my iPod. to my surprise, the battery was empty! i wasn't able to charge it yesterday, waaahhhh!!! di na jud ko palabot ani!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pangatlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...delayed fieldwork, walang iPod kaya yung cellphone ang napagbalingan ko. buti na lang at unlimited ako so i could text my friend as long as i want. tumunog ang cellphone ko, i thought it was from irene dahil sya ang katext ko ng mga panahon na yun. surprise, surprise! it was from 2870 informing me that my globe nonstop text promo has been inactive...clap! clap! clap! pakilabas ng cameras please...is this suppose to be a post birthday surprise? is this a practical joke for my birthday or what? i was waiting for carlos agassi to appear from behind and say VICTIM! but there was none. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;this is one helluva day! sige, sagarin nyo na ang lahat ng kamalasan, hwag na kayong magtira para bukas o sa isang araw, itodo nyo na! thursday is supposed to be my lucky day pa naman. hmp!&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/8296340-113462132852875393?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113462132852875393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=113462132852875393&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113462132852875393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113462132852875393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/12/minamalas.html' title='minamalas!'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-113419477267130179</id><published>2005-12-10T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T14:09:38.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>last song syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;location: dlpc ponciano office&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;current mood: :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;kasalukuyan akong naghahanap ng meter numbers ng mga hinayupak na respondents namin for next weeks survey. masyadong tahimik ang opisina. walang speaker ang computer ko kaya useless pang magplay ng windows media player. inaaliw ko na lamang ang sarili ko sa pagkanta. at dahil sabado, iilan lamang kaming naiwan sa office. malakas ang boses ko, sinlakas ng loob kong kumanta with feelings. paulit-ulit kong kinakanta ang chorus ng &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"TULOY"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ng &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stonefree&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. hindi ko ito napapansin, ngunit sa kasamaang palad ay napansin pala ito ng mga kasama ko..."&lt;em&gt;Hehehe"&lt;/em&gt;, ang aking tanging naisagot sa kanilang pagpuna. and the chorus goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;tuloy, tuloy ang ikot ng mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi ito hihinto para lang sa iyo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at kung ikaw ay maiwan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ako'y babalik, ako'y babalik&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;at di ka pababayaan...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-113419477267130179?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113419477267130179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=113419477267130179&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113419477267130179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113419477267130179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/12/last-song-syndrome.html' title='last song syndrome'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-113118050830018273</id><published>2005-11-05T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:52:29.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>isang buwan na lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;1 month and 9 days to go and i will be 24. oh my god, hindi ko na pwedeng kantahin yung Real ni Plumb, hehehe. so what are my plans? nothing. no cakes, no ice creams, no balloons, no spaghettis, no party. it will just be an ordinary day for me. wala lng, madadagdagan lang naman ang edad ko. nothing extraordinary. wish ko lang magkaroon ng meteor showers para naman something extraordinary will happen, hehehe...let's just wait and see if something "extraordinary" will happen on that day, and if ever i will celebrate it, when and where would it be? baka maki-hitch na naman ako sa birthday ng pamangkin ko just like last year's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-113118050830018273?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113118050830018273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=113118050830018273&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113118050830018273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113118050830018273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/11/isang-buwan-na-lang.html' title='isang buwan na lang'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-113117948126075097</id><published>2005-11-05T16:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T16:37:59.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing much...hohum...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i've been stuck in the house for 3 months and counting. memorize ko na lahat ng tv shows and commercials. i finished reading all the books in my room, some of them i read twice already. i have been getting enough sleep. nakapag-exam na ako sa 2 companies na inapplyan ko. had a job interview with another company (school), but unfortunately i was not hired. ang tanga kasi ng sagot ko sa last question, gggrrrrr....(i hate myself). when i left the school's HR Office, i already knew i didn't make it. nung Oct. 24-25 pa ang huli kong raket, and i'm not sure if i could still get another project to work on. sana pumasa ako dun sa last exam ko, and i hope they would hire me...i really wanna go back to work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-113117948126075097?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/113117948126075097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=113117948126075097&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113117948126075097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/113117948126075097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/11/nothing-muchhohum.html' title='nothing much...hohum...'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112910457249817505</id><published>2005-10-12T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:16:54.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang panget ng internet cafe na ito</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;i was really disappointed with clickerz internet cafe. ang pangit ng units nila. i used floppy disk to email my report. when i was about to get it, wala nang button to eject my diskette. i have to use tha cap of my pen to get the floppy disk. the keyboard is disabled, with only 1 stand. you have to give a full force to click the mouse. ang bagal pa ng server. sa sobrang bagal hindi ako makapagforward ng mails, hindi ako makapag-add ng comments, at hindi ako maka-log in sa ym at chikka...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-112910457249817505?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112910457249817505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112910457249817505&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112910457249817505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112910457249817505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/10/ang-panget-ng-internet-cafe-na-ito.html' title='ang panget ng internet cafe na ito'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112910289674110998</id><published>2005-10-12T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:46:49.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunsilk commercial</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i love the jingle for the new sunsilk commercial...it goes something like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i opened my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i see your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;you're my sunshine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;*** pasensya na, hindi ko alam yung lyrics...basta gusto ko yung jingle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-112910289674110998?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112910289674110998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112910289674110998&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112910289674110998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112910289674110998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunsilk-commercial.html' title='sunsilk commercial'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112910086217430659</id><published>2005-10-12T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T15:16:50.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this angel has flown</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;his angel has flown away from me, leaving me in drunken misery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;                                                            &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;- &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;orange&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;lemons&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-112910086217430659?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112910086217430659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112910086217430659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112910086217430659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112910086217430659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-angel-has-flown.html' title='this angel has flown'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112867754604766399</id><published>2005-10-07T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T17:37:01.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pinoy big brother mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;yesterday, while watching tv, i blurted out...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;me: nasa bahay daw tayo ni kuya, housemates daw tayo sa big brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;yaya ni ken: cge, ako daw si Cass...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;me: hahaha! (trip nya rin pala ang big brother!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;sis-in-law: ikaw na lang c ate racquel, mas bagay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;me: bitaw, tapos c ken c uma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;sis-in-law: ay, bayot man c uma...c ken na lang c sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;me: nge, ganun! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Note: akala ko ako lang ang may ka-abnormalang taglay sa bahay, marami pala kami...hindi lang halata...hehehe...&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/8296340-112867754604766399?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112867754604766399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112867754604766399&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112867754604766399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112867754604766399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/10/pinoy-big-brother-mania.html' title='pinoy big brother mania'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112840218992659613</id><published>2005-10-04T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T13:27:21.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>help!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;hahay! i'm back again after two weeks of working out of town. i got lots of things to do. i need to finish two reports which i need to submit on monday (october 10). i haven't finished harry potter book 6 yet (ako na lang yata ang hindi pa nakakatapos magbasa ng hp). i haven't cleaned my room for i guess one or two months (yaiks!). my computer badly needed a reformat/upgrade/update or whatever you may call it...basta gusto ko lng dagdagan ang memory nya to get a higher version of Windows...i'm still using windows98, gusto ko syang gawing 2000 or XP because i need to install my &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;iPod&lt;/span&gt; software...damn! kailangan ko na talagang mag-edit ng playlist ko, i got lots of songs na gustung-gusto ko nang i-download pero hindi ko magawa...it can't also locate my modem and i want to go online when i'm home. i still need to find a stable job. hahay! nakakapagod mag-isip kaya naisipan kong magliwaliw muna sa SM...i'm in an internet cafe right now. i was planning to watch deuce bigalow later but changed my mind because my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mushpit.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;sister&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; told me that the first one was better. i'm heading straight home after this to finish my report...hahay!&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/8296340-112840218992659613?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112840218992659613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112840218992659613&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112840218992659613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112840218992659613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/10/help.html' title='help!'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112591093270089087</id><published>2005-09-05T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:03:05.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;dugaya na diay nako wala naka-blog oi. hay, na-busy man gud ko sa akong bag-ong part time work. yes, naa ko part time work. documentor ko sa isa ka NGO. i go to different places in Mindanao mao na dugay ko nawala sa worlwideweb. naa ko diri sa davao for 1 week, igo lang pud maghimo ug report. i'll be working again for maybe three weeks. i'm enjoying my work because i get to travel a lot and meet different kinds of people. it's a different experience, and not to mention the good pay that i'm receiving (evil grin!) hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;* * *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;the kadayawan celebration was great! i really had fun eventhough i didn't get to watch even one of the many lined-up concerts. i personally enjoyed riding the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;GIANT SCRAMBLE (Octopus)&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;MERRY MIXED-UP &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;at Magsaysay Park (hehehe..magpaka-jologs daw ba!). my kadayawan celebration would not be complete if i don't get to try those rides. after the rides, kaon dayon ug durian sa kilid sa Magsaysay para kumpleto ang laag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;i want to post some pictures but i have a limited time, sayang...next time na lang pag ok na ang pc sa bahay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-112591093270089087?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112591093270089087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112591093270089087&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112591093270089087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112591093270089087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title='i&apos;m back!'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112426618782630082</id><published>2005-08-17T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T16:21:22.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hhhaaaayyyy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;it's kadayawan weekand the city is in a festive mood. while everyone is enjoying the festival, i'm busy with my jobhunting. i'm out in the city the whole day, hopping fom one comapny to another, tying my luck to land a good job. at dahil kanina ko pa ginagalugad ang buong davao city, naisip kong dumaan sa aking alma mater para umupo at magpahinga, habang nagbabasa sa bulletin board ng mga job opportunities. at eto ang ilan sa mga job openings: telemarketer (pat time/full time), pre-school teacher, accountant, machine operator, at ilan pang hindi ako qualified at hindi ko trip na trabaho. mga walang kwenta, kaya naisipan kong dumaan na lang ng canteeen paa kumain ng cassava cake at uminom ng iced tea. haaayyy...nakakapagod pala magjob hunt. dumaan din ako ng chapel, baka sakaling maawa si Lord at bigyan ako ng matinong tabaho. paglabas ko ng eskwelahan, nakita ko na may bagong branch pala ang netopia dito at naisipan kong mag-internet na lang muna, at para magpalamig na din at magpatuyo ng pawis, hehehe...at dahil napagod ako ngayon, babawi ako sa biyernes at sabado. lilibutin ko ang buong davao hindi para magjob hunt kundi para maki-celebrate ng kadayawan. magliliwaliw muna ako pansamantala. sayang din ang line-up ng mga concerts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-112426618782630082?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112426618782630082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112426618782630082&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112426618782630082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112426618782630082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/08/hhhaaaayyyy.html' title='hhhaaaayyyy...'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112271004865491304</id><published>2005-07-30T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T16:05:27.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday we'll know</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;in 1 and a half hours i will be an official bum again. nope, i didn't resign. my contract already ended and the company didn't let me sign for another month or so. i was recommended as probationary employee two months ago, unfortunately it was not approved. my boss won't give me the reason why it was disapproved. he said there were lots of reasons. i was asking him to give me at least one, but he throwed back the question at me. i don't really know why the recommendation was disapproved, and i was thinking that if they are keeping their mouth shut on that matter, i might as well keep mine. i know someday i would be able to know the real reason...maybe not now, but i am hoping "someday we'll know"...sounds familiar? hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;/me singing: someday we'll know if love can move a mountain, someday we'll know why the sky is blue, someday we'll know why i wasn't meant for...(this company?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;so this would be my last post using this computer...i wanna look on the positive side...now i can have more free time to clean my room, repair my CPU, and do things that i cannot do because of the work that's eating up most of my time. i'm sure i'll be missing all the people that i worked with here, and the friends that i had already started bonding with. ciao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-112271004865491304?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112244224497366384</id><published>2005-07-27T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T13:30:44.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one good day comin' up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;uhmmm...nangangamoy kape na naman ang opisina. another free coffee courtesy of Nescafe. i don't know why they keep on coming back here for a free taste. too bad i'm not so much into drinking coffee especially when it's hot. i was asking if they have a free mocha freeze pero wala daw...ho-hum, aamuyin ko na lang yung aroma to keep myself awake until 5:30pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-112244224497366384?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112244224497366384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112244224497366384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112244224497366384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112244224497366384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-good-day-comin-up.html' title='one good day comin&apos; up!'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112210838596578630</id><published>2005-07-23T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T16:57:48.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang dried chicken bbq, ang mala-sinigang na sweet &amp; sour pork, at si susan enriquez</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;we tried this new place last thursday night with my friends, and we were not satisfied with the service and the food. the food was served 30 minutes after we ordered it. shet, mamamatay na kami sa gutom! sumobra sa asim yung &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sweet and sour pork&lt;/span&gt; nila and it looks like it was sinigang sa dami ng sauce. talagang lumulutang sa sauce yung pork strips. and the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;chicken barbecue&lt;/span&gt; was so dry. dapat yata yung ibang sauce sa sweet and sour pork nilagay na lang nila sa barbecue. haaayyy, I wouldn’t be caught dead going to that restaurant again (unless they improve on their menu)... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i was on my way home when I chanced upon &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Susan Enriquez&lt;/span&gt; walking alone along &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rizal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Promenade&lt;/span&gt;. i was looking for a GMA van in the area but there wasn’t any. i’m not sure if she’s doing a feature on &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Davao&lt;/span&gt; for her weekly show called &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;“Kay Susan Tayo!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, or maybe she’s covering &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Susan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Roces’ &lt;/span&gt;visit in the city. she looks the same in person and in tv. para syang taga-Davao na naglalakad mag-isa sa downtown. hindi nga yata sya kilala ng mga tao e. at ang nakakatawa, the girl beside me blurted out: "o&lt;em&gt;y, c &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Doris Bigornia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; o!"&lt;/em&gt; hehehe… ang sarap sabihin, &lt;em&gt;“tange, si &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Susan Enriquez&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;yan!” (sabay batok sa girl).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-112210838596578630?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112210838596578630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112210838596578630&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112210838596578630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112210838596578630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/07/ang-dried-chicken-bbq-ang-mala.html' title='ang dried chicken bbq, ang mala-sinigang na sweet &amp; sour pork, at si susan enriquez'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112149579310988321</id><published>2005-07-16T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T14:36:33.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy ka?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i was riding a jeepney on my way to office when i noticed this guy infront of me cutting his nails. it was very unusual for me. ganun na ba talaga ka-busy ang mga tao ngayon at kahit ang simpleng paghihinuko ay hindi na magawa sa bahay?! it's acceptable if he's inside a private car, but doing it in a jampacked public utility vehicle...that's another story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-112149579310988321?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112149579310988321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112149579310988321&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112149579310988321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112149579310988321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/07/busy-ka.html' title='busy ka?'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112106964580990113</id><published>2005-07-11T16:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T16:17:44.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'll get by with a smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and baby you don’t have to worry,&lt;br /&gt;cause there ain’t no need to hurry&lt;br /&gt;no one ever said that there’s an easy way&lt;br /&gt;and when they’re closing all their doors&lt;br /&gt;and they don’t want you anymore&lt;br /&gt;this sounds funny but I’ll say it anyway&lt;br /&gt;girl I’ll stay through the bad times…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Who? me...&lt;br /&gt;What? on hold career status...&lt;br /&gt;When? as of the moment...&lt;br /&gt;Where? dito lang, dito mismo, dito sa loob...&lt;br /&gt;Why? don’t know...&lt;br /&gt;Plans? wala pa...&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood? a bit disappointed...&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/8296340-112106964580990113?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112106964580990113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112106964580990113&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112106964580990113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112106964580990113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/07/ill-get-by-with-smile.html' title='i&apos;ll get by with a smile'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-112089449066826258</id><published>2005-07-09T15:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T15:34:50.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>what's new?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just had my Fibroma Operation yesterday at San Pedro Hospital. the process went on for about 20 minutes, mabilis lang sya. mas matagal pa ang pagpapa-approve ko ng Philhealth papers. Gggrrrr…Ok lang at least nakamura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new pair of stud earrings. i was supposed to buy a clip earring for my surgery but I can’t find one that’s why I ended up buying a stud (not for surgical purposes…gusto ko lng yung design nya, hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"The reason of my quest for that clip earring: I consulted a dermatologist about&lt;br /&gt;the lump on my upper left ear lobe. She instructed me to buy a clip earring&lt;br /&gt;before she would do something to my ear. Since I can’t find that kind of&lt;br /&gt;earring, I went to another doctor and suggested that I undergo a surgery. I&lt;br /&gt;opted for the surgery because it’s cheaper and it does not require me to buy an&lt;br /&gt;earring. The derma would cost me P3,000 while the surgery would only cost me&lt;br /&gt;P600."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new pair of slippers. since my operation was rescheduled, we went to the mall to have our lunch. at sa kakapasok ko sa mga stalls, at sa kakasukat ko ng mga blouse, sandals, at kung anu-ano pa, nakabili tuloy ako ng tsinelas ng wala sa oras. kaya ang gastos ko sa operasyon ay umabot ng humigit kumulang sa P1,000 pa rin, hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have two new cd’s, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HALE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ORANGE AND LEMON’s &lt;em&gt;Strike Whilst The Iron Is Hot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. actually, I bought these two cd’s last month. pero matagal na akong hindi nakapag-blog kaya I still consider it as new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-112089449066826258?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/112089449066826258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=112089449066826258&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112089449066826258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/112089449066826258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-new_09.html' title='what&apos;s new?'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111847270699933418</id><published>2005-06-11T14:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:51:47.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop up #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i'm still hiding behind the mask that i've been wearing since the day the eagle chose green over red...the day the eagle left for the jungle...the place where he can live life to the fullest...his sanctuary...his home...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-111847270699933418?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111847270699933418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111847270699933418&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111847270699933418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111847270699933418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/06/pop-up-2.html' title='pop up #2'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111838747613553919</id><published>2005-06-10T15:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T15:14:13.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pop up #1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;if i were to compare you to something, i would automatically say that you're like the sea at night -- so calm and yet so mysterious...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-111838747613553919?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111838747613553919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111838747613553919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111838747613553919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111838747613553919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/06/pop-up-1.html' title='pop up #1'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111744374838428866</id><published>2005-05-30T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T17:06:06.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when boredom hits me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;on my way home, i saw a girl and a boy arguing on something. i'm inside a jampacked jeepney and the traffic is boring me to death. so i made up a story since i can't hear their argument. the girl was facing to a display of cakes while the boy is facing on the opposite direction. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERCORNER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(Quirino cor. Mt. Apo Sts.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;boy:&lt;/span&gt; ano bang meron yang cake na yan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;girl:&lt;/span&gt; ewan ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;boy: e ba't ganyan ka na lang kung mag-crave, at pinipilit mo pa talaga akong bumili.naa-addict ka na yata e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;girl:&lt;/span&gt; ewan ko! baka naman may shabu tong cake nila kaya naa-addict ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;boy: pare-pareho lang naman ang lasa ng mga cake di ba? pare-pareho lang yang matamis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;girl:&lt;/span&gt; oo nga. pero kakaiba 'tong cake na 'to. basta, may distinct taste sya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;boy: sus, arte nito! may pa distinct taste, distinct taste ka pang nalalaman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;girl:&lt;/span&gt; teka lang, kung ayaw mong bumili ng cake na yan, e di 'wag! hindi ako namimilit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;boy: hindi ka nga namimilit, pero galit ka naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;girl:&lt;/span&gt; hindi ah! hindi ako galit. yung kaibigan ko ang galit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;boy: bakit naman? ano namang kinalaman ng kaibigan mo dito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;girl:&lt;/span&gt; ewan ko. ewan ko kung bakit ayaw nya akong pakainin ng cake na 'to...hmp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;***cguro may franchise ng&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Goldilocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;yung friend nya kaya ayaw sya pabilihin ng cake sa &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Merco&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-111744374838428866?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111744374838428866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111744374838428866&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111744374838428866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111744374838428866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/05/when-boredom-hits-me.html' title='when boredom hits me'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111726964115019597</id><published>2005-05-28T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T15:21:47.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>seminar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                                                  &lt;a title="photo sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/57303125@N00/16043502/"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 2px solid" alt="" src="http://photos13.flickr.com/16043502_c1d354c28c_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Seminar on Documents Aprreciation last May 15, 2005 at Beachside Lanang. Took this shot during lunch break...All smiles gihapon bisan wala'y rest day...and wala'y overtime pay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-111726964115019597?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111726964115019597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111726964115019597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111726964115019597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111726964115019597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/05/seminar.html' title='seminar'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111726773732850265</id><published>2005-05-28T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:58:37.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girl power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Girls rules this week on my media player. Why? Because I have 5 songs from 4 girl artists added on my playlist. And here goes the list…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MINAMALAS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mojofly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;– I love the beat and the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ang ugali mo'y iba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi bagay sa'ting dalawa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pakiusap sana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;makisama ka naman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;huwag kang balahura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ayoko na ang labo mo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pag maginaw naiinitan ka&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;minamalas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;kasi wala na akong mahanap na iba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It sounds funny to me. I think the use of the word &lt;em&gt;“balahura”&lt;/em&gt; adds up to the appeal, hehehe... Parang pinagtitiisan na lang nya yung tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;MATA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Mojofly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;– I simply love the chorus. My most favorite among these 5 songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;nakita ko na lahat ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pinahihiwatig ng mata mo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;salamat na lamang sayo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ohhhhhhh…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SAME GROUND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Kitchie Nadal&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;– she sounds like Fiona Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;AKAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Imago&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;– this song is so generous…kahit magtapak basta para sa ‘yo, hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pikit mata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;kong iaalay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ang buwan at araw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pati pa sapatos kong suot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;HOLD YOU DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;by&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;JLo feat. Fat Joe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;– reminds me of “All I Have”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;you don't know how much you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;whenever you’re down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you know that you can lean on me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no matter the situation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;boy, I'm gon' hold you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-111726773732850265?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111726773732850265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111726773732850265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111726773732850265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111726773732850265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/05/girl-power.html' title='girl power'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111683751009620315</id><published>2005-05-21T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T14:55:18.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>these past few days...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – it’s supposed to be my one and only rest day for the week. Instead I was in the beach for some seminar. But it was not like a seminar for me but a crash course in electrical engineering. Haaayyy…kapoy kaayo maminaw especially if the topic is not really that interesting. What do I care about amperes, volts, service entrance, lineside/loadside wire, etc.? I know I need that knowledge to become effective in my job, but I would love to spend my rest day staying at home and just relaxing my mind from work. Umuulan pa naman kaya masarap matulog habang malamig ang panahon, masarap kumain habang nanonood ng tv or dvd, masarap magbasa ng libro habang nakikinig ng sounds, minsan masarap tumanga na lng at pagmasdan ang mga glow in the dark stickers sa kisame ng kwarto ko. Masarap na kung masarap pero wala akong choice na gawin ang masasarap na bagay na ito dahil required kaming umattend ng seminar. Nakakainis lang kasi walang overtime pay kasi daw pinakain na daw kami ng libre. Eh ano ngayon kung pinakain kami, eh pwedeng pwede naman naming kainin sa bahay yung pinakain nyo sa amin dun sa seminar eh. And they should consider it as an overtime since it was our scheduled day off which means we have the right to do anything we want to do on that day. ‘Nuff said…kahit ano pang sabihin ko dito wala na rin akong magagawa. Tapos na yun, at yung gusto pa rin nila ang nasunod…hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – went to NCCC mall (w/ Irene, Lovely and Leah) to buy the bag that I want. Much to my surprise, wala na , ubos na! Waaahhh! Kung kelan nakakita na sana ako ng gusto kong bag saka pa talaga sya naubos. It’s not really meant for me. Kaya bumili na lang kami ng plain shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wednesday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – went home early as per Irene’s order. Bakit? Kasi pupunta sya sa bahay to return the backpack that she borrowed for their outing. Bad thing she forgot the siopao that they made during their class. Hmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;- watched Star Wars – Return of the Sith with Emily and Velmor. At last, I was able to watch it. Nalaman ko na rin how Anakin Skywalker became Darth Vader, And why he chose to be on the dark side. We went to Dimsum Diner after the movie. Loved the movie as well as the siomai…hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – today is Saturday. I’m going to meet up Irene at JS Gaisano. Wala lang tingin-tingin lang ng sandals and blouse. She’ll be renting vcd’s because they are planning to go over to our house on Sunday to watch movies. I doubt if they would be able to watch those vcd’s since they love to talk and talk and talk and just talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-111683751009620315?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111683751009620315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111683751009620315&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111683751009620315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111683751009620315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/05/these-past-few-days.html' title='these past few days...'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111474192893321939</id><published>2005-04-29T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T13:28:42.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>summer escapades 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;April is almost over and the rainy season is ready to set in. I had a great time this month going from one beach resort to another. Braving the scorching heat, hitting the waves, an endless walk on the white sand, and just enjoying the gift of nature is really a great way to break to monotony of office work. I’ve been to three beach resorts this month, and it was one hell of a trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Paradise Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – I went there with my friends in high school last easter Sunday. We had a great time, except that we had an unlimited swim since it was low tide. &lt;em&gt;Yan ang hirap sa Paradise lalo na sa tanghali. Kailangan mo pa habulin yung tubig to the point na halos makatawid ka na sa kabilang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;island…whew! Pero ok lang, I still had a great time with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Boracay Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – Wow! This was the highlight of my career…&lt;em&gt;ay of my summer escapades diay, hehehe…&lt;/em&gt;I went there with inay and &lt;a href="http://www.mushpit.blogspot.com"&gt;ate yeng&lt;/a&gt;. Stayed for 3 days and two nights. Walked from station 3 to station 1 lots of times &lt;em&gt;para lang mang-spot ng celebrities (hehehe…)&lt;/em&gt;. Went to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Talipapa &lt;/span&gt;3 times before going home. Sipped the infamous &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Jona’s&lt;/span&gt; shakes. Had my first &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;henna tattoo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(check out my pics on the lower right side of this page)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stamped on the back of my right shoulder. Wore (for the first time and to the amazement of my friends) a two piece swimsuit, but still had my shorts on while swimming (hehehe…). Boarded a twenty-seater plane on the way to Caticlan. Watched &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Pido&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; Paolo Santos&lt;/span&gt; on a free concert while lying on the sand and watching the stars and moon. Listened to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Drops of Jupiter&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Train&lt;/span&gt; over and over again to and from Boracay. &lt;em&gt;Walked, took pictures…walked, took pictures…walked, took pictures…walked.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pearl Farm Beach Resort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; – our last &lt;em&gt;“pit stop”&lt;/em&gt;. Located at &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Samal Island&lt;/span&gt;, a 45 minute boat ride from davao city. The resort was great. The food was delicious. The water was so clear you can’t resist to take a dip. The &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Malipano Island&lt;/span&gt;, (an island fronting Pearl Farm) is good for people who don’t want crowded beach resorts. &lt;em&gt;Parang amin yung island kasi kami lang yung naliligo sa beach and kami lang ang tao sa beachfront. Meron naman silang mga guest na dun naka-check in pero parang mga takot sa init ng araw kaya nagkukulong sa kwarto.&lt;/em&gt; Anyways, we left Pearl Farm at 4pm aboard a motorboat. During the 45 minute ride, me and my &lt;a href="http://www.mushpit.blogspot.com"&gt;sis&lt;/a&gt; splurged on her &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;iPod &lt;/span&gt;listening to &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Moonpools and Caterpillars’ SOON&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;em&gt;(/me singing --- “ooohhh, it’s said and done”)…&lt;/em&gt;it felt like I was doing an mtv while my hair was constantly blown by the wind…&lt;em&gt;hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;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/8296340-111474192893321939?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111474192893321939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111474192893321939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111474192893321939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111474192893321939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/04/summer-escapades-2005.html' title='summer escapades 2005'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111232807310853692</id><published>2005-04-01T11:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T16:32:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when everything becomes unlimited</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UNLIMITED&lt;/span&gt; is now the trend that consumers are looking for. i guess it all started with the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bottomless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;drinks &lt;/span&gt;that some of the restaurants offer. it was followed by the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"eat-all-you-can"&lt;/span&gt; promo where you have to pay a certain amount and you can eat all the food that tey serve until you get bloated. then emerged the &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"unlimited rice"&lt;/span&gt; that suddenly became a hit to students, young professionals and almost everyone who can't help but order another serving of hot-steamed rice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And of course, the most popular nowadays among all the unlimited products: the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Call and Text&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Unlimited&lt;/span&gt;. this promo was started by &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sun Cellular&lt;/span&gt; which has gained them lots of subscribers. i myself bought a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sun simpack&lt;/span&gt; to enjoy their promo. almost all of my friends had already subscribed with the said network. although there are times where you really need to have patience in dialling and sending text messages because their network is either busy or worst, the network connection is unavailable. but it's ok for people like us who wants to update on each other's lives despite the distance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Months after the unlimited promo was made public, other cellphone network companies made their own version of the unlimited call and text. it's funny though because at first they were protesting about the said promo, because according to them it was like stealing their subscribers. that' why it's called competition because it is the consumer's decision which network to choose or what service/product to patronize. it is within the company's control on how they will improve their product so as to market it in a way that the customers will be delighted and satisfied with the kind of service/product that they are offering. in the end, both parties will benefit from each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;ok, enough of this. i still have to call my friend with my &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sun sim&lt;/span&gt;. it's already scheduled &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-111232807310853692?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111232807310853692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111232807310853692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111232807310853692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111232807310853692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/04/when-everything-becomes-unlimited.html' title='when everything becomes unlimited'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111215937577377678</id><published>2005-03-30T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T13:09:35.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sino-sino kaya sila?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i've been visiting my friendster account lately and i noticed that they already had this somewhat counter on who viewed your account. my account has already been viewed 25 times since march 01, 2005, and my friends were somehow amazed because their profile were only viewed less than 10 times. i just tell them jokingly: "pangit man gud inyong pictures, walay interesado mutan-aw (hehehe)".  i wonder who these people are. i hope they would come up with a feature that will show the people who viewed your account...hehehe, wala lang naintriga lang ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-111215937577377678?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111215937577377678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111215937577377678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111215937577377678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111215937577377678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/03/sino-sino-kaya-sila.html' title='sino-sino kaya sila?'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111208718743874787</id><published>2005-03-29T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T17:14:03.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shet, summer na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;one of my most favorite time of the year. i wonder how my summer would be this year? hmmm...i think it's gonna be a beach season for me. why? because my weekend plans are focused on beach trips. actually, i already started it last sunday (march 27) with my hi-school friends. we celebrated &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Paradise Island Beach Resort (Samal)&lt;/span&gt;. the weather was great because it was a bit cloudy and we were spared from the scorching heat of the sun. hehehe...that's a big thing for people like us who are afraid of having sun burnt skin and are somewhat obsessed with skin whitening products. although we felt the sun's presence at noon time, the heat was bearable and we still managed to maintain our normal complexion. talk about vanity!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;most of my weekends are scheduled for beach outings. i plan to go back to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paradise&lt;/span&gt; for an overnight with my officemates. i'm not just so sure if this would push through since everybody is busy with work and i find it very tiring to spend our rest day swimming. there are also plans of having a day tour at &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pearl Farm&lt;/span&gt; with my family. i'm just crossing my fingers that these plans would be made possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;by the way, how could i forget our upcoming trip to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Boracay &lt;/span&gt;that was planned a long time ago. i'm sure there'll be lots of fun and adventures that awaits us. shet! i don't wanna get "overly-excited" with the trip because someone or something might just burst my bubble. puhleez, give me a break! i'm gonna be a freakin' beach bum this april!&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/8296340-111208718743874787?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111208718743874787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111208718743874787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111208718743874787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111208718743874787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/03/shet-summer-na.html' title='shet, summer na!'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-111121878576442862</id><published>2005-03-19T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T15:55:27.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bawal daw?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;the department concerned with internet connections in the office wouldn't allow me to have access to the internet. bakit? kasi bawal daw...ok fine! after sometime, they had my computer connected to the net but i need to have a password first to be able to connect...anak ka ng pusher! if that was the case, hindi na lang sana nila kinonek yung computer ko, useless lang di ba? pero syempre may pagka hacker ako eh, hehehe...(my special talent not everybody knows), and with the help of my computer wizard officemate...tsaran!!! welcome to the world wide web! hehehe...connected na din ako sa wakas...kaya hindi na ako masyadong mabo-bored dito sa office..i have to end up this post because i still have lots of sites to explore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-111121878576442862?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/111121878576442862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=111121878576442862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111121878576442862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/111121878576442862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/03/bawal-daw.html' title='bawal daw?'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-110948406517051919</id><published>2005-02-27T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T14:06:53.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kasalanan mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ikaw ang dahilan kung ba't ako lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ikaw ang dahilan ng tagihawat sa aking pisngi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;kasalanan mo kung ba't gusto kong magka-steady&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ikaw rin ang may sala kung ba't ganito ako ka-corny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;load ko ay nauubos nang dahil sa 'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;laman ng cellphone ko puro messages mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;kahit simpleng "ok" sini-save ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mabasa lang pangalan mo, solb na ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;kahit minsan ako ba'y iyong naisip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;parang hangin nag-iba yata ang iyong ihip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mula nang lumisan ikaw yata ay naidlip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;sikat ng araw 'di ko na masilip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mabuti pang hindi ka nakilala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;e di sana ngayon 'di kita naaalala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;mabuti pang umalis ka ng walang sinabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;hindi sana ako umasa't nasaktan ng ganito katindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;fyi: sinulat ko ito nung may 18, 2003 (4:30 pm) habang naghihintay ako ng oras ng uwian. tambak ang trabaho ko ng mga panahong 'yun pero masyado pa akong pre-occupied sa mga pangyayaring naganap nung company outing namin sa&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;camiguin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ano bang kinalaman ng &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;camiguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sa poem na ito? wala naman, naalala ko lang kasi ang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;camiguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at malapit na rin ang summer. ito nga pala yung second poem na ginawa ko para dun sa lalaking mahilig kumain ng &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;durian &lt;/span&gt;at ginamit pa ang &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Phil. Eagle&lt;/span&gt; sa kanyang pick-up line. nakita ko rin ang kopya matapos ang ilang oras na paghahalughog ko sa mga nagkalat na papel sa aking kwarto. buti na lang nagkaroon ng People Power holiday at nagkaroon ako ng oras para maglinis ng kwarto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;abangan: may isa pa akong ginawang kasing-corny din nito pero hindi na 'yun para sa kanya, para sa sumunod sa kanya yun. next time ko na lang uli ipo-post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-110948406517051919?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/110948406517051919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=110948406517051919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/110948406517051919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/110948406517051919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/02/kasalanan-mo.html' title='kasalanan mo'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-110924242487115726</id><published>2005-02-24T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T18:53:44.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;valentine's day ay tapos na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;pero buwan ng Pebrero ay hindi pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;isang araw na lang ay babay na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;kung gusto kong magpaka-senti ay pwede pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ilang beses na rin akong nagpaka-feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;akala ko may pagtingin ka sa akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;dahil na rin sa mga sulyap mo't hirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;na sa tingin ko ay hinog sa pilit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;puso ko ay confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;utak ko ay overused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;sa bawat text message mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;lalo lang gumugulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;isang play pa ng "heaven" sa radyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;babasagin ko ito't ibabato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;paulit-ulit na naririnig ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;boses mong pwede na kahit sintunado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;ako'y nagpapaka-over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;wala akong pakialam whatsoever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;parang gusto kong magka-fever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;'di ko alam kung ito ay forever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;history:&lt;/strong&gt; i wrote this on feb. 28, 2003 (12:32 am). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is for the guy who loves to eat &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;durian &lt;/span&gt;and uses the &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Phil. Eagle&lt;/span&gt; for his pick-up line. His one and only line that made my mouth shut for the rest of the day. wala akong naisagot sa sinabi nya because i wasn't so sure if it was just a joke. but even if it wasn't, i still don't know how i will react. kahit yung mga friends ko hindi rin nakapag-react. i was shocked because we were used to answer every joke that they throw at us but this one is an exception. one of my friends answered back after minutes of silence, but it was not the answer that i wanted to give. sinakyan ko na lang din para lang hindi ako matameme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;he texted me that night before their flight back to manila. hiningi nya pala ang # ko sa isa kong friend. wow naman, kung gaano kataas ang building ng &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Landco&lt;/span&gt;, feeling ko ganun din kahaba ang hair ko, hehehe...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;saka lang ako nakaisip ng magandang sagot the day after it happened. shet! kung kelan bumalik na sya sa manila saka ko pa naisip ang dapat kong isagot...double shet! weeks after, nawala ang cellphone nya...triple shet!  na-block ang sim ko...wwwaaaahhhh!! kung kelan ok na sana...akala ko talaga yun na, hindi pa pala...kung bakit kasi andaming hadlang! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p.s. dalawang poems ang ginawa ko para sa kanya, pero nawawala yung kopya ng isa kaya ito na lang muna ang pinost ko...i still have to find the other one. tamang-tama holiday bukas maglilinis ako ng kwarto...abangan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-110924242487115726?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/110924242487115726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=110924242487115726&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/110924242487115726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/110924242487115726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/02/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-110811777511653710</id><published>2005-02-11T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T18:29:35.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the next piece</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;if the only way to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;is write a poem and sing it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i know it's hard, i know it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i know that i could catch some flu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;with this profession i'm a neophyte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;but i am confident i can give a good fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;'coz i always long to hold you tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i don't care whether it's day or night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;where should i start, where should i end?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;will this be enough or i still have to mend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;can you be my lover or at least be my friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;answer me please so i don't have to pretend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;make this your next piece and one thing's for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;that i will keep this forever and i will treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;making it to the top won't be a pressure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;'coz my feelings for you would always endure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;konting trivia:&lt;/strong&gt; i wrote this on feb. 15, 2001 (5pm) for my crush wayback in college. he was fond of joining &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;AWITENISTA&lt;/span&gt;, a song writing competition in &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;AdDU&lt;/span&gt;, and eventually won the grand prize. funny thing is that i don't know the lyrics of his winning piece, i even forgot the title of it. maybe you would ask kung crush ko talaga siya...oo naman, slight nga lang. pag ginawa nyang song itong poem na 'to baka maging "super crush" ko na sya, hehehe...but how could he turn this into a song if he doesn't even know i exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;abangan! more original corny love poems to come...hehehe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-110811777511653710?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/110811777511653710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=110811777511653710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-rivermaya- &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;just why we're here&lt;br /&gt;could it be fate&lt;br /&gt;or random circumstance&lt;br /&gt;at the right place&lt;br /&gt;at the right time&lt;br /&gt;two roads intertwine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if the universe conspired&lt;br /&gt;to meld our lives&lt;br /&gt;to make us fuel and fire&lt;br /&gt;then know wherever you will be&lt;br /&gt;so too shall i be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;dry your tears&lt;br /&gt;'coz when nothing seems clear&lt;br /&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the sheer weight&lt;br /&gt;of your doubts and fears&lt;br /&gt;weary heart&lt;br /&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how we laughed&lt;br /&gt;until we cried&lt;br /&gt;at the most stupid things&lt;br /&gt;like we were so high&lt;br /&gt;but love was all that we were on&lt;br /&gt;we belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and though the world would never understand&lt;br /&gt;this unlikely union&lt;br /&gt;and why it still stands&lt;br /&gt;someday we will be set free&lt;br /&gt;pray and believe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when the light disappears&lt;br /&gt;and when this wolrd's insincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;when nobody hears you scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i'll scream with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;save your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;from your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;when everything's unclear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;from the sheer weight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;of your doubts and fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;wounded heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;when the light disappears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;and when this world's insincere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;when nobody hears you scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i'll scream with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;in my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;through the long cold night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;sleep tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;when no one understands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;you'll be safe (2x)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;you'll be safe here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;put your heart in my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you'll be safe here...&lt;/em&gt; - - - favorite line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-110761239831118019?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/110761239831118019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=110761239831118019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;valentine's day is fast approaching kaya naman inupdate ko na ang aking windows media player sa office (hehehe...) one of my favorite is LISTEN by STONEFREE kaya naman ilang ulit ko syang pineplay sa isang araw..next on my list would be COME AROUND by RHETT MILLER, and of course VERTICAL HORIZON's BEST I EVER HAD...there are also songs from APO, E'heads, Alice Peacock, Splender, and Avril Lavigne...basta i love my new playlist that's why i named it &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"love ko 'to" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(hehehe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i'm thinking of posting some mushy stuff this coming feb. para naman bumagay sa occassion...but i'm thinking twice because it really sounds so corny, hehehe...pero pag-iisipan ko rin...i wrote it 2 years ago anyway, and hindi naman siguro nila mababasa yun. pero kng mabasa man nila hindi nila malalaman na sila yung mga taong involved dun, hehehe...kaya abangan nyo na lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-110714812713170550?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/110714812713170550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=110714812713170550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/110714812713170550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/110714812713170550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/01/updates.html' title='updates...'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-110657151328402295</id><published>2005-01-24T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T20:58:33.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...because i got high</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;/me &lt;singing&gt; I was gonna update my blog but then I got high…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of things and events happened last December that I wanna write in my blog but I haven’t had the time to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that day was really funny because nobody in the office knows that it’s my birthday. we were supposed to have practice for our christmas party presentation but i insisted to reschedule it because i said that i still have to buy gift eventhough i already bought it a week ago. hahaha, naisahan ko silang lahat!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;christmas party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; honestly, i didn’t enjoy it. imagine having your christmas party in one of the covert gay bars in the city. the place was exclusively reserved for our department but it was not a good choice of venue for parties like this. the food was not that good, the airconditioning system was out of order, the comfort rooms were poor, the music sucks, and some of my colleagues were so annoying. i ended up drinking sanmig light to quench my thirst after sweating a lot eventhough i was just sitting the entire night (thanks to the unconditioned aircon).oh, and before i forget, i need to mention their glasses which i suppose were lockedin their cupboard for like 48 years because it smells like cockroach and the drinks tastes like one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;christmas vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; i spent my Christmas and new year in davao, but the days in between were spent in batangas. i went there due to insistent public demand (hehehe…) i was the maid of honor during my Tita’s wedding. five days were not enough to satisfy me, considering that two days of it were spent in traveling from Davao-Manila-Batangas and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on my second day, talagang nilubos ko na. We went to lipa and bought &lt;em&gt;balisong&lt;/em&gt; keychains, the straw-licking &lt;em&gt;palamig&lt;/em&gt;, a pack of &lt;em&gt;kalihim&lt;/em&gt; bread and &lt;em&gt;balut&lt;/em&gt;. wow, that was a treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;note: a separate article for the christmas party will be posted soon…i still have to write about it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-110657151328402295?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/110657151328402295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=110657151328402295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/110657151328402295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/110657151328402295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2005/01/because-i-got-high.html' title='...because i got high'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-110290786604706241</id><published>2004-12-13T11:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T15:16:26.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a birthday bash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;LSS: REAL by Plumb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;“look at me I’m twenty three, beautiful, a sight to see tonight…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1 day to go and I’ll be turning 23. I don’t plan on throwing out a party, but I had an advance celebration last Saturday (Dec. 11) because it was my nephew’s first birthday. Makikisakay na lang ako sa children’s party nya para walang gastos, hehehe…and sometimes it feels good to be kid again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Birthdays Rewind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I can’t recall any of my birthday parties when I was a kid. I’m not really sure if I had cake every year, but I can remember when I turned 7 or 8 years old, I had a pink cake courtesy of Minâ (Auntie). I’m not even sure if it was round or rectangle, basta ang alam ko may cake ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Birthday 1999: Debut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;It was a weekday and our preliminary exam was scheduled that week. I had a celebration but it was not a typical debut party. I don’t have the 18 roses, 18 candles, and the cotillion. It was just a simple gathering with my family, relatives, and a few close friends. I was not dressed like a typical debutante. I was wearing a plain gray shirt and a pair of faded maong pants. My sister and I opted for a blue rectangular birthday cake to complete the celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Birthday 2002: 21 years old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a weekend and we decided to go on nature tripping para maiba naman. I celebrated my birthday at &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;EPOL SPRING RESORT&lt;/span&gt; in Marilog District with my family (minus ate mimi), two of my closest friends (Ethel and Presy), and our dog Pam. We had so much fun while swimming in the freezing water and trekking in the slippery pathways. Halos lahat kami nadulas including Pam. On our way home, kuya asked me: “happy jud ka sa imong birthday en?” I just laughed at him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 13, 2002. 9pm. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Mongols&lt;/span&gt; concert at Blue Post Bar and Billiards grounds. Since the band’s main man is Ely Buendia, my sister and I went out to watch the concert even if we don’t know any single song of the band. The place was not too crowded since they’re not that popular yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were heading to the restroom when I spotted Ely and his bandmates in one of the tables and I noticed that he was looking at our direction. (Hehehe…I know what you’re thinking. Hindi ako nag-a-assume, he really looked at us). The girl’s restroom was so full so I just waited for my sister outside. I leaned on the wall facing the mirror in the men’s cr, and much to my surprise, Ely Buendia was coming to answer the call of nature (I assume). He was looking at the mirror while brushing his hair with his fingers. It went on for a while and I was looking at him without batting an eyelash. I looked at his back, I watched him do his hair, and I simply admire his image in the mirror. He turned around and closed the door, and just seconds later he emerged from the cr. That caught my attention. Ganun ba ako kagrabe tumingin para mailang sya at pagsarhan ako ng pinto? You can ‘t blame me if I looked at him that way. I’m just a fan who longs to see my long time crush and idol in person (as in yung malapitan talaga). And there he was only inches away from me and yet I was too hesitant to get the &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;FRUITCAKE&lt;/span&gt; book inside my bag and ask for his autograph. I can clearly feel and hear my heartbeat and the butterflies in my stomach. He was so near and yet so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take note: Nanalamin lang sya sa cr, hindi man lang sya umihi. Uuuyyyy, si Ely talagang sinundan pa kami sa cr. Hhhmmm…parang may pagnanasa, hehehe…(walang papalag, do not forget that it’s my birthday. I have every right to daydream and let my imagination run wild…wilder…wildest…?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to make the long story short, they performed, we watched, and the rain started pouring as they were about to finish their last song. They headed back to the restaurant area, and there we were, trying to gain enough guts to approach this somewhat unapproachable guy. We ended up talking to his wife Dianne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me and my sis:&lt;/span&gt; excuse me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dianne:&lt;/span&gt; yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;me and my sis:&lt;/span&gt; pwedeng magpa-sign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dianne:&lt;/span&gt; sure. (Dianne to Ely: o, ayan may pila ka na)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I handed the book over to Ely while my sister instructed him where to sign. We said thank you and gave him our “close-up commercial” smile. He answered you’re welcome while smiling and that revealed his braces. Wow, biruin mo, the three of us got something in common pala! Hehehe…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at my watch, it was already past midnight and that means birthday ko na. We left the place immediately after getting Ely’s autograph, and went home riding a jeepney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang hindi namin dinala ang camera. Sayang hindi pa uso sa amin ang camera phones. Sayang nag-jeep lng kami pauwi (mas mabilis sana kaming nakarating sa bahay kung nagtaxi kami, at pagkakataon ko na sanang makasakay ng taxi…joke!). Sayang lang ang pera namin sa taxi, mas masaya naman sumakay sa jeep. Sayang hindi ako nakabili ng birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo, maraming sayang. Maraming “sana ganito”, “sana ganyan”. Pero masaya ako kasi hindi nasayang ang araw na ‘yun – ang araw ko. Sa lahat ng nangyari sa concert at sa outing, nalaman kong hindi lang pala isang simpleng greetings ang HAPPY BIRTHDAY…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(alam nyo na siguro ang sagot ko sa tanong ni kuya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-110290786604706241?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/110290786604706241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=110290786604706241&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i got to watch The Incredibles last saturday night right after I met up with my friends. it was my first time to watch a last full show alone, and i thought there would be less people inside the cinema. but i was surprised to see the place full of moviegoers and most of them are kids (alangan naman, it's a movie intended for kids!). i was expecting that there would be no "movie pests" during that time slot, but i was wrong. kids outnumbered the adults. seated next to me was a family with three "super makukulit" kids. all throughout the movie, they kept asking their mom about what happened to the super heroes, convincing her to buy them The Incredibles merchandise, and one of them even asks where the hell is spiderman while munching his popcorn and trying to make a noise with his drink. for God's sake could you please shut up! kids like these are not cute (well, for me) when you're trying to concentrate on something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-110057931267905599?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/110057931267905599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=110057931267905599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/110057931267905599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/110057931267905599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/11/last-full-show.html' title='last full show'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-110032590899388918</id><published>2004-11-13T13:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-13T14:37:28.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i have nothing to do in the office. it's a saturday and there are no bosses around...yahoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil sa walang magawa, i went on checking my emails. binasa ko lahat ng mga emails ko except the forwarded messages, and one particular email from my friend made my eyes glued on the monitor as my mind wanders in another world...wala lang, binasa ko lang naman ng ilang ulit ang message nya...i think i just miss this person so much...kelan kaya ulit sya mag-eemail and kelan ko kaya ulit sya makikita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i received a message from my friend in the states and i was so happy to hear that she finally tied the knot...we're excited to see the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to watch a movie (The Incredibles probably) later but i remembered i have to meet up some friends after office...i'll just watch it on monday since it's a non-working holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friends and i are meeting up in port cafe, but i'm craving for space burgers. i hope i can convince them to have some burger instead of gulping down a cookies and cream shake.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-110032590899388918?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/110032590899388918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=110032590899388918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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#000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/200/imagemodel-sarabiaoptical.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/320/geek!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/200/geek!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/320/biggrin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/200/biggrin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/320/hahaha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/200/hahaha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/320/Tado-femaleversion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/200/Tado-femaleversion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-109918648592575998?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/109918648592575998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=109918648592575998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109918648592575998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109918648592575998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/10/tado-female-versions.html' title='tado female versions'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-109860144764068225</id><published>2004-10-24T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T16:22:56.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzzzzzz........</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"ganito ang umaga, di pagpapalit sa iba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;kapag ikaw ang kapiling, sumasarap ang gising..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;-true faith-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;whew! at last i got to wake up at 10:30am again. Since i started with my new job, i need to wake up at 6:30 am everyday and i'm not used to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/320/Image064.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000066 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000066 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000066 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/198/1996/200/Image064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;talk about hang over!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-109860144764068225?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/109860144764068225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=109860144764068225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109860144764068225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109860144764068225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/10/zzzzzzz.html' title='zzzzzzz........'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-109851147915240437</id><published>2004-10-23T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T16:16:48.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saturday sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I love coming to work on saturdays:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Napatugtog ko na lahat ng entries sa playlist ng winamp.&lt;br /&gt;·Highest scorer na ako sa lahat ng games sa pc ko&lt;br /&gt;·Na-check ko na lahat ng emails ko, nagreply na din ako sa mga dapat&lt;br /&gt;kong replyan.&lt;br /&gt;·Nag-update na ako ng friendster account ko.&lt;br /&gt;·Nabasa ko na lahat ng articles sa &lt;a href="http://peyups.com"&gt;http://peyups.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Nakailang posts na rin ako sa &lt;a href="http://pinoyexchange.com"&gt;http://pinoyexchange.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;·Na-visit ko na lahat ng blogs at websites na paborito kong puntahan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng pwede kong gawin para palipasin ang oras nagawa ko na, pero ang bagal pa rin umikot ng relo. Kahit anong gawin ko, ayaw pa rin tumapat ng short hand sa #5 at ng long hand sa #12. Hindi naman ako pwedeng lumabas ng office. Mas lalong hindi ako pwedeng maglakadlakad dito sa department namin dahil magmumukha naman akong tanga. Kailangan magmukha akong busy. Kailangan magmukha pa rin akong nagtatrabaho at nag-aanalyze ng kung ano mang pwedeng i-analyze na work-related, kahit na ang talagang focus ko ay makuha ang possible longest words sa &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;text twist&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..WWWOOOOOOOOOOO……hay, salamat! Nibagting na jud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-109851147915240437?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/109851147915240437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=109851147915240437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109851147915240437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109851147915240437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/10/saturday-sunshine.html' title='saturday sunshine'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-109849607505044865</id><published>2004-10-23T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T16:16:12.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when I die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunchbreak. Everybody were through eating their lunch and were busy talking about their dream weddings when I enter the room. As I took a seat, five pairs of eyes were staring at me and one of them suddenly asked me, “ikaw, anong dream wedding mo?” I started chewing on a piece of pork steak and I just smiled at them and answered, “wala akong dream wedding, dream funeral meron ako.” Everyone in the room was shocked after hearing my answer. One of them said that I am so morbid. Another asked if I’m ok. A girl commented that it’s not normal for girls our age to think about death, funerals and stuffs like that. Everybody in the room find me weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let them continue on their comments, reactions, and questions, while I continue munching on my food. I hurriedly finished my lunch and immediately left the place with five persons wearing puzzled look on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha! I was laughing my heart out while I brush my teeth. Why? ‘Coz I don’t really have that dream funeral thing on my mind. I just want them to stop bugging me with those kind of questions because it’s not very ME, and I don’t want to strain my mind thinking about those kind of stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatawa lang kasi sa dami ng pwede kong isagot, yun pa talaga yung naisip kong sabihin. Maybe it’s one of the effects of working for a memorial park for almost three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had once witnessed the funeral rites of one of our clients. There were like four dead people in just one interment schedule since they came from just one family. Their death was so tragic because they were victims of the Davao Seaport bombing. I can clearly see and feel the family’s grievances as the victims were laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that moment, I suddenly imagined my own burial rites. I said to myself that I don’t want a tragic death, because I don’t want people to cry during my funeral. I want them to be happy for me that I am finally laid to rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my interment day to be filled with music. My playlist would only have three songs. These are “Crossroads” by Bone-thugs-n-harmony, With a Smile by E’heads, and Paglisan by Color it Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Crossroads:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because “I’m gonna miss everybody”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With a smile:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I want people to smile on my funeral. “now it’s time to kiss away those tears goodbye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Paglisan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; because wala lang. I just want to add drama in a somewhat melodramatic ambience. And the lyrics really suits the occasion. “at sa ‘yong paglisan ang tanging pabaon ko, ay pag-ibig…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of throwing flowers while my coffin is being pulled down, I want people to throw pieces of papers with their personalized note. I want them to write something that reminds them of me. It could be anything from funny moments, embarrassing ones, dramatic events, happenings at school, at work, etc. I want them to write on that piece of paper if they were once angry with me, if I hurt them or caused them pain, if I made them happy when I’m still alive, if they had loved me and how much they had loved me. They could also write a letter, compose a song, make a poem, or offer their prayers. I want everybody to tell me everything that they hadn’t told me when I was still alive through that piece of paper, because when I die, I want to bring all the memories that happened in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These notes and songs would be the one to keep me company, and help lessen the boredom as I took the long journey to my next destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: I’m still looking for a nice epitaph to engrave on my tombstone.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-109849607505044865?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/109849607505044865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=109849607505044865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109849607505044865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109849607505044865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/10/when-i-die.html' title='when I die'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-109791005115202999</id><published>2004-10-16T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T16:12:34.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sembreak</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;give me a break! i've been working 8 hrs. a day, 6 days a week from 8am-5pm. how i wish i am still a college student so that i can enjoy the privilege of having a sembreak. today would be the last day of the semester for most of the schools, and i can't help but envy the students. they can sleep and wake up anytime they want. they can do whatever they wanna do. they would be spared from their daily routine, quizzes, exams, projects, assignments, reports, oral recitations and teachers. they could sleep all they want. that's all i wanna do right now ---to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i just want to lie in bed with that sembreak song playing on the radio, lulling me to sleep, putting me in a deep slumber, keeping me company as i enter the dreamworld, where my boss doesn't exist and leaving all the worries behind the so-called real world where everything is not so real...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;sembreak...naaalala kita....&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-109791005115202999?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/109791005115202999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=109791005115202999&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109791005115202999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109791005115202999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/10/sembreak.html' title='sembreak'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-109763673927778901</id><published>2004-10-13T10:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T16:23:26.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ninang again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i should be in the office right now but i have to attend the baptismal rites of my 7th inaanak. i planned to go undertime for 1 hour but the ceremony took for almost 2 hours, so i just decided to go back to work in the afternoon. buti na lang pinayagan ako ng boss ko, 'coz i thought he wouldn't let me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;i was just wondering why in my circle of friends, i was the one who had the most number of godchildren. ang daya 'coz during christmas season, mas marami akong dapat bigyan ng gift. but it's ok, 'coz they tell me that babies are blessings, and it means that i will also be receiving continued blessings...i just hope, nobody would get me as their &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"ninang sa kasal"&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;em&gt;"heller"&lt;/em&gt;...i'm too young for that! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-109763673927778901?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/109763673927778901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=109763673927778901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109763673927778901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109763673927778901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/10/ninang-again.html' title='ninang again!'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-109755601584553061</id><published>2004-10-12T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T11:46:17.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tawas please!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i am the information desk reliever for today and all i got is a headache. this is all because of this particular old man. he really stinks, it seems as if he hadn't taken his bath since birth. instead of giving him priority number, i wanted to give him tawas as big as a boulder. i wonder how his housemates manage to live with his "unique" odor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang aga-aga pa para mabwisit ako. aside from having bad odor, he was also arrogant in asking questions. so instead na maawa ako sa kanya, i just got so annoyed with his manners (if he's got it by the way...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i left the info counter, i was still haunted by this old man's smell. i was so paranoid the whole day i kept on sniffing myself to check if i already had his odor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-109755601584553061?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/109755601584553061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=109755601584553061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109755601584553061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109755601584553061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/10/tawas-please.html' title='tawas please!'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-109740249973038605</id><published>2004-10-10T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T11:45:45.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>internet vs. exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;on oct. 17, i'll be having my cs exam and i still haven't started reviewing. i'd rather surf the net and update my blog than review for that exam. i really get bored reading those kind of questions. but i'll try reviewing this time 'coz this would be my 2nd time to take that exam and i don't wanna fail again...shet! nakakahiya, d ko mapasa pasa yang cs exam na yan. sayang din yung binayad ko no. that's my one day worth of going to office and see my "dementor" kind of a boss. if i failed again, ok lang...there's always a next time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;(pero 'wag naman sana). as of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;now, i'll finish updating my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;winamp&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;first...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-109740249973038605?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/109740249973038605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=109740249973038605&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109740249973038605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109740249973038605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/10/internet-vs-exam.html' title='internet vs. exam'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-109688387768656153</id><published>2004-10-04T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T11:45:09.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slumbook!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;http://www.friendster.com&lt;/a&gt; bulletin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;posted by honnie ruth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 1: Basics&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;1. NICKNAME - nn, mangkukulam, tutay, bibokid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2. GENDER - female&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;3. BIRTHDATE - dec. 14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;4. WHERE DO YOU LIVE - davao city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;5. HEIGHT - 5'1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;6. SHOE SIZE - 5 or 5 half &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;7. FIRST CRUSH - ely buendia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;8. WHATS YOUR SIGN - sagittarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;9. WHATS THE FIRST IMPRESSION OF YOU - tahimik, mahinhin (akala lang nila yun!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;10. HAVE A TATTOO - wala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 2: Food&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;1. MCDONALDS OR BURGER KING - mcdo 'coz i haven't tried burger king yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2. COKE OR PEPSI - coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;3. ROOT BEER OR CALI - root beer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;4. TEA OR COFFEE - tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;5. VANILLA OR CHOCOLATE - vanilla, pero pwede ba ube?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;6. CAKE OR PIE - both&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 3: Pick one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;1. MARRY PERFECT FRIEND OR PERFECTLOVER - perfect friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2. CATS OR DOGS - dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;3. 1 PILLOW OR 2 - 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;4. W/ OR W/O ICE - with ice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;5. TOP OR BOTTOM - both? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;6. WINTER/SPRING/SUMMER/FALL - summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;7. SKIING OR BOARDING - ewan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;8. BIKING OR BLADING - none, 'coz i don't know how to ride them both...pathetic no? hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;9.ROCK/RAP/R&amp;amp;B/PUNK/ALT/SKA/TECHNO/SWING - rock/alternative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;10. NIGHT OR DAY - night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;11. VEST OR MITTENS - vest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;12. DRESSED OR UNDRESSED - dressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;13. BUNK OR WATER BED - bunk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;14. MAKE PLANS OR GO ALONG - make plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;15. TRUTH OR DARE - truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;16. MTV OR VH1 - mtv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;17. OCEAN OR POOL - ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;18. SHOWERS OR BATHS - showers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;19. BLIND OR DEAF - blind na lang, i can't live w/o music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 4: Favorites&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;1. COLOR - blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2. NUMBER - 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;3. SUBJECT - literature&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;4. SHOE BRAND/s - nothing in particular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;5. SPORT- basketball (i don't play, i just watch it), bowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;6. DRINK - iced tea, juices, softdirnk, milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;7. ANIMAL - dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;8. HOLIDAY - christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;9. FAVORITE LINE FROM A MOVIE - "akala mo lng wala, pero meron, meron, meron" (hahaha...wala akong maisip sa dami ng magagandang lines...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;10. BAND - eraserheads...forever! ( d naman masyadong halatang fanatic...hehehe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;11. MOVIE - sa ngayon &lt;strong&gt;13 going on 30&lt;/strong&gt; (i just watched it yesterday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;12. PLACE TO CHILL - bahay lang...nood ng tv, listen to radio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;13. FLOWER - kahit ano, i'm not really into flowers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;14. PERFUME - victoria's secret (pear glace), cool waters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part 5: Would you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;1. MOVE ANYWHERE - ok lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;2. DYE YOUR HAIR - i wanna try...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;3. MEET ONE FAMOUS PERSON - j.k. rowling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;4. LIVE WITH ONE PERSON FOR THE RESTOF YOUR LIFE - yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;5. NAME ONE PERSON YOU LOVE - ahhh...secret na yan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;6. NAME ONE THING THAT EMBARRASSES YOU - many to mention...slumbook na slumbook ba ang dating??..hehehe...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;7. DO YOU LIKE SCHOOL - so much! i went back last year but not in the typical school....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;8. DO YOU LIKE TALKING ON THE PHONE - yes, depends on the person i'm talking to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;9. DO YOU HAVE YOUR OWN LINE - landline sa bahay, cellphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-109688387768656153?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/109688387768656153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=109688387768656153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109688387768656153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109688387768656153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/10/slumbook.html' title='slumbook!'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8296340.post-109516979286115810</id><published>2004-09-14T21:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T11:44:09.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damned if you do, damned if you don't</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I just received my last paycheck from my previous employer. My clearance, exit interview and other employment forms were enclosed with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;An exit interview is conducted everytime an employee leaves the company. But it was not really an interview because they just gave me a piece of paper with questions regarding my stay with the company. There was one question that was somewhat asking me on what aspect of the company needs improvement. As an encoder, I focused my answer on the program that we used, and my answer was: "The system. The program is so damn slow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on my experience, the program that they are currently using is really slow. You can really test your patience while processing an account. One account would take more or less than 1 hour to complete the payment process, and that was just one step of the entire procedure. You can just imagine how boring it is to stare at the animated hourglass in your monitor, and wait for 48 years until it is done. That alone would really affect your work output and efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon reading my exit interview, the Human Resource Officer was not pleased with what she read. She had a problem with the word "DAMN" that I used to emphasize on how slow their program is, so that they could find ways on how to improve it and lessen the load of their pitiful employees. She encircled and underlined it twice and wrote a note that says: "This girl is rude in answering. Do not accept her if she re-applies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God, I’m so scared! I have just lost the chance of re-applying to that poor excuse of a company. If she thinks she scared me to death, well I’m so sorry to disappoint her because I’m not. I am actually pleased as hell with what has happened because I know it affected her. It was just like a kick on her ass. Imagine an underpaid employee kicking the ass of the Human Resource Officer. Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the purpose of the exit interview is to know the flaws, the strengths and weaknesses of the company. I thought that that interview would serve as their basis to improve on the quality of their Human Resource and for the betterment of the company, or so I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I answered that question, I was just being honest. Damn it! I was just being true to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if she had a problem with my honesty, I think she should seek professional help. She acted like my Values Education teacher. Their only difference is that our teacher taught us to be true to ourselves and to be honest with what you feel. I understand that as an HR Officer, it is her job to discipline the employees, but I believe that controlling the employees’ views, decisions and feelings is not included in her job description.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of acting like a pre-school teacher teaching little kids on how to answer questions in a manner that she prefer, she should busy herself with making plans for the employees additional benefits. On giving them seminars and letting them attend conferences that will provide them the career growth that they are continually seeking, that will enhance their skills, and will make them efficient and competitive employees. That’s one way of boosting their morale and would definitely motivate them to give their best at work and never say anything that would hit the ego of every Human Resource Officer, because a part of the employee’s satisfaction lies in the hand of that one person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality bites. Truth really hurts. Peace and good riddance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh! and by the way, to mrs. HRO: never did it occured to me, even in my wildest dreams to come back to your office for a re-application. nope. not in a million years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8296340-109516979286115810?l=poppedup.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/feeds/109516979286115810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8296340&amp;postID=109516979286115810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109516979286115810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8296340/posts/default/109516979286115810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poppedup.blogspot.com/2004/09/damned-if-you-do-damned-if-you-dont.html' title='damned if you do, damned if you don&apos;t'/><author><name>nn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11844842179833210184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/90/27/4727209/12656598117438m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
