<?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-12937857</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:29:52.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'>K.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8854457755946049945</id><published>2008-06-14T11:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T11:35:26.577-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I may not be around then."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SFPkE0x9oFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5BeeRbsJj2Q/s1600-h/leave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SFPkE0x9oFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5BeeRbsJj2Q/s320/leave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211759965336608850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Im just busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; So tired and busy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Smell you soon!&lt;br /&gt;Byeeee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8854457755946049945?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8854457755946049945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8854457755946049945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8854457755946049945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8854457755946049945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-may-not-be-around-then.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SFPkE0x9oFI/AAAAAAAAAQU/5BeeRbsJj2Q/s72-c/leave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8238980232746760197</id><published>2008-05-17T13:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:20:08.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pause in a Sequence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. Its raining so hard today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. My thick books are stressing me. I should maximize my time. I'll eat you up on Monday. ok? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. Because i'm an impulsive buyer., I bought 3 tops and a laptop bag. The fourth top which I wasn't able to purchase will surely haunt me in my dreams later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And.. My pictures for ya'll! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SC8hXsSNysI/AAAAAAAAAQM/GqdzgOEdhwM/s1600-h/TRIX-BDAY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SC8hXsSNysI/AAAAAAAAAQM/GqdzgOEdhwM/s320/TRIX-BDAY.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201412785544481474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;May 14- Trixie's 19th Birthday :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8238980232746760197?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8238980232746760197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8238980232746760197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8238980232746760197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8238980232746760197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/pause-in-sequence.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SC8hXsSNysI/AAAAAAAAAQM/GqdzgOEdhwM/s72-c/TRIX-BDAY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8072183848807653617</id><published>2008-05-13T11:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:32:31.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Getting Spaced Out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accomplished alot of things earlier today. and yeah, I already know what productive means. Did I just say that? :D I dunno, Im tired but relieved that I actually unloaded excess baggages in my tinsy-winsy room. Grabe. I realized how weird I am. Can you imagine? I've been keeping those gradeschool to highschool until the last few plops of college letters that i can get from everyone who wrote me back then, lisa frank stickers, stationeries, pictures, neoprints, receipts, post-its, cut-outs, haaaaaay. just anything. unbelievable! I thought I was just keeping a muck.. But then, I didn't stashed them away..I decided to retain possession of my "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;memories&lt;/span&gt;" instead. They once touched my life and became a big part of it. I let them in. and won't let them get out. well, some of them already flew (I dunno where they are headed). :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, feeling OC while cleaning my stuff with my dusty fingers while munching on my favorite breakfast cereal: Honeystars! Whatelse? I was like having &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;again&lt;/span&gt; a gastritis attack  due to stress maybe or to my ka-OC-han. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is May 14 - Trixie's (my little cousin) birthday. I bought her a wonderful cake. haha. That's what she requested.. Such an obedient ate. so yeah, I'll Pick it up tomorrow. Pictures to follow. I miss posting pictures.  :)&lt;br /&gt;Byeee for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8072183848807653617?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8072183848807653617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8072183848807653617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8072183848807653617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8072183848807653617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/getting-spaced-out.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-4782519340123049828</id><published>2008-05-10T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:13:55.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Heypimaderzdi! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Happy Mom's day to my one and only Maaaameee! --Marissa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, Happy Mother's day to all the Moms out there! :D&lt;br /&gt;Treat your mom or whatever. Just make her happy. okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels so good to be back home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-4782519340123049828?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4782519340123049828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=4782519340123049828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4782519340123049828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4782519340123049828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/heypimaderzdi-happy-moms-day-to-my-one.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-4975583588682963547</id><published>2008-05-03T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:28:35.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;What drives your life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope comes from having a purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have felt hopeless, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold on!&lt;/span&gt; Wonderful changes are going to happen in your life as you begin to live it on purpose. God says, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I know what I am planning for you.. 'I have good plans for you, not plans to hurt you. I will give you hope and a good future&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;' "&lt;/span&gt; You may feel you are facing an impossible situation, but the Bible says, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God.. is able to do far more than we would ever dare to ask or even dream of --infinitely beyond our highest prayers, desires, thoughts or hopes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;/span&gt;Im reading The Purpose Driven Life (again). Because He is my inspiration. Because im weak and He gives me strength. Because im Happy and secured with my relationship with God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-4975583588682963547?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4975583588682963547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=4975583588682963547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4975583588682963547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4975583588682963547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-drives-your-life-hope-comes-from.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5360467137155460870</id><published>2008-04-29T13:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T13:54:55.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Free your mind and fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far away from here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what I wanna do right now. There are so many things bugging my head. Or am i just thinking too much? Kasi naman.. This is so hard. Parang I don't know what to do. Yes, I am weak. Very fragile. :( Sana lahat ng tao masaya nalang. Sana wala ng sad. Sana malagpasan namin/ natin lahat ng problema.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5360467137155460870?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5360467137155460870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5360467137155460870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5360467137155460870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5360467137155460870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/free-your-mind-and-fly-away-far-away.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-429815183730633054</id><published>2008-04-22T13:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T13:51:54.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5,000++kcals. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise:: im gaining weight! Tita M's bithday last Saturday (April 19).. No surprise party for this year. Just a plain merienda. And.. I've been eating a lot of cake lately. as in everyday. hay, Waaah. Why? Blame the reps, doctors, patients etc.. I think she received more than 10cakeys? It is the cheesecake that I cannot resist. Im bloated like a fish every single day. Im too young to have a diabetes, right? unfortunately, its in the genes. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just few hours ago, my tito arrived from NY. Which means:: God! Let me out of this sugar house. Haha. Munching chewy cookies like a monster right now. My favorite Reese's is waiting for its turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fat is a 3 letter word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heatwave! We need to cool down. temperature wise, hell yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hot, and im fat. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-429815183730633054?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/429815183730633054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=429815183730633054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/429815183730633054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/429815183730633054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/5000kcals.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2279486463389917364</id><published>2008-04-21T11:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T12:24:46.792-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Art and History Appreciation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, I painted the doors of my dresser. It was a huge mistake, I thought. Because I was shocked by the horror of the ghastly sight. Okay, so I was over reacting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when my cousin saw it, she was like.. “you can paint!” and I was like “hahaha! Really? Weh.” She was being sarcastic. I should now. Boredom can be stressful so I released my energy by playing with my paints and brushes.. There you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tita also commented on my painting.. she told me that it was like a pre-school’s board. If only you can take a glance on it, you’ll figure what she’s talking about. I painted a leopard print, rainbow, strawberry, stargazer, clouds, lightning, peace, heart blaaaaah and on top of those thingy, lies my favorite phrases, lyrics etc. Its really random and surely, It is me. Honestly? I don’t know how to draw. I can draw matchstick men and stars perfectly. Haha. I pity myself cos ive been wanting to mold my hands and do something artsistic. And for 21 years.. I gained nothing. It can be very frustrating. I can’t even draw an eye. But atleast, Ive tried (so hard). But yeah, Maybe im not born with it. And destined to do something better.. I am born with 2 great hands to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Tita told me to put some blah on my cousin’s cabinet too. Haha. Let’s give it a try. Geez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire people who can paint. I admire their subtle mind. Their imagination. Their delicately and understated meanings. I envy them. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAy6HRELnrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Mk05E4M6RY4/s1600-h/spoliarium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAy6HRELnrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Mk05E4M6RY4/s320/spoliarium.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191729104454131378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was in awe when I first saw Juan Luna’s Spoliarium. I was in Gradeschool then. I cannot remember most of the paintings there. How dare me to forget something as meaningful as Juan Luna’s work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human rights was violated by the Spaniards. We were the victim in our own country. Juan Luna's painting enlighten the minds of the Filipinos out of oppression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAy8URELnsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rBUV_UyL4zk/s1600-h/phil+flag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAy8URELnsI/AAAAAAAAAP8/rBUV_UyL4zk/s320/phil+flag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191731526815686338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amorsolo's most widely reproduced painting is the making of the Phil. flag. :) Who wants a  revolution? This flag signifies that we are living in a free country. Free from the epoch of hardships and sufferings. Thanks to the people who saved us and fought for our beloved nation. Herooooes. Patriotism, yaaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love for History is always flaunted. Im a history geek. I dunno what’s with the boring subject. My classmates yawned for God knows how many times. I love itt! I missed History in higschool. I love to learn. History is something I look forward to everyday (highschool years, ha!) cos obviously, its my favorite subject (asian and world studies!). Ditch math. Oh man, Id love to be expose to different cultures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, I realized that what I wanted to do right now is connected with what I learned. TRAVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me everywhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2279486463389917364?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2279486463389917364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2279486463389917364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2279486463389917364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2279486463389917364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/art-and-history-appreciation.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAy6HRELnrI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Mk05E4M6RY4/s72-c/spoliarium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-4741788585111832050</id><published>2008-04-17T14:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T14:54:11.705-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are  you drugs? Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. I never thought that facebook is super aliw. Thanks Cams for endorsing this not-so-friendly-at-first site. so yeah, im learniiing. Haha! and so into it. More apps, more happy!  :D im on a high right now. please bear with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna watch Tiesto.. :(&lt;br /&gt;Yen, get your ass here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess Happy hour is not over yet. Will drink some later. :D k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoaaaaa!  sorry na, babaw eh. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAeca8Evb3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/HHXRLUTCJBA/s1600-h/pinoy6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAeca8Evb3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/HHXRLUTCJBA/s320/pinoy6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190289082184331122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAeavsEvbxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/H8TGGx_JkzM/s1600-h/pinoy1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAeavsEvbxI/AAAAAAAAAO8/H8TGGx_JkzM/s320/pinoy1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190287239643361042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAebasEvb0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/U7RN61tCrFw/s1600-h/pinoy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAebasEvb0I/AAAAAAAAAPU/U7RN61tCrFw/s320/pinoy4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190287978377736002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAeby8Evb1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/UfOgxBH02PM/s1600-h/pinoy5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAeby8Evb1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/UfOgxBH02PM/s320/pinoy5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190288394989563730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAebScEvbzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/l7FwhJN6UkY/s1600-h/pinoy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAebScEvbzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/l7FwhJN6UkY/s320/pinoy3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190287836643815218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAea4sEvbyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FjOp0wTKHXo/s1600-h/pinoy2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAea4sEvbyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/FjOp0wTKHXo/s320/pinoy2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190287394262183714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-4741788585111832050?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4741788585111832050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=4741788585111832050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4741788585111832050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4741788585111832050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/are-you-drugs-haha-grabe.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/SAeca8Evb3I/AAAAAAAAAPs/HHXRLUTCJBA/s72-c/pinoy6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-912531756112186940</id><published>2008-04-15T15:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:27:57.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;facebook.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myyy! Im sooo hooked. haha! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-912531756112186940?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/912531756112186940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=912531756112186940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/912531756112186940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/912531756112186940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/facebook.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8453696039162187792</id><published>2008-04-13T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T13:27:03.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Vulgar slang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fucked up. weird. :(&lt;br /&gt;its not me, its not me.&lt;br /&gt;Im boxed up.&lt;br /&gt;Its not alright.&lt;br /&gt;It will never be.&lt;br /&gt;What more is it that you want?&lt;br /&gt;I don't need you.&lt;br /&gt;I need my life back.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be fine..&lt;br /&gt;But for now, Get out!&lt;br /&gt;..im begging you..&lt;br /&gt;Please!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8453696039162187792?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8453696039162187792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8453696039162187792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8453696039162187792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8453696039162187792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/vulgar-slang.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3072825479610989248</id><published>2008-04-09T12:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T12:47:06.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lights will guide you through.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I was extremely happy. and right now.. im moping. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sure, you've had that feeling before. waaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot understand this. This doesn't concern my lovelife okay? (someday, my prince will come and we will live happily ever after -disney) haha. so yeah, i am single. better ditch that disney line. I used to believe in "happy endings". Haay sana. sana. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo.. Anywaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its more of.. my life. my family.&lt;br /&gt;I won't share anything cos its too personal.&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3072825479610989248?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3072825479610989248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3072825479610989248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3072825479610989248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3072825479610989248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/lights-will-guide-you-through.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5720160658536613463</id><published>2008-04-04T13:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T14:33:49.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Couch Patatas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since ive been a homebody lately and err subconsciously feeling the warmth of our home. haha mygosh. I realized One thing:: I miss this. I've been missing all of this.. Alone. I know.. right? I super duper bigtime miss how my hotdog (my pillow since I was born) smells. ..which calls for a  massive sleeping NOW! siesta and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second thing? My Love for DVDs. you know where I bought them. haha. :) well, I haven't started House MD again. haha long overdue. I cannot tolerate their creative power in solving medical cases. But one day.. Just one day.. I will completely terminate you in a heap on the floor,  Dr. House! :) and ohhh.. I heard that The OC has a new season. I can hear you Seth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been burning my ass and my eyes lately. wondering if i have bedsores na. 4 new adorable movies. inspiring. captivating. enchanting. bewitching. engaging. pleasing. repelling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Across The Universe&lt;br /&gt;2. Silk&lt;br /&gt;3. Step Up 2&lt;br /&gt;4. Love in The Time of Cholera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My beloved, do not be afraid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do not speak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stay as you are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Im here at your side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you feel me? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I touch you for the first time.. you will feel the warmth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but you will not know where.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perhaps, it will be on your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who could ever erase the moment? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is no end to it, don't you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What we were meant to do, we have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Believe me, my love, We have done it forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And if it serves your happiness, do not hesitate for a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..to forget this woman, who now says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without a trace of regret..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Silk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please allow me to wipe the slate clean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Age has no reality except in the physical world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Our inner lives are eternal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think of love as a state of grace --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not the means to anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but the alpha and the omega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; An end in itself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Think of love as a state of grace --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; not the means to anything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; but the alpha and the omega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; An end in itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Love in the time of cholera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5720160658536613463?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5720160658536613463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5720160658536613463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5720160658536613463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5720160658536613463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/04/couch-patatas.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3166021796930320232</id><published>2008-03-31T15:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T16:51:56.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R_FOL4GWnrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/E9O_S320Q9M/s1600-h/acrosstheuniverseposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R_FOL4GWnrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/E9O_S320Q9M/s320/acrosstheuniverseposter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184010612024712882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All you need is LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not exaggerating. Ohmygoood. It is super! as in WOW. All you could ever asked for in a film is teemed in this movie. I was in awe. Hands down to Julie Taymor. Mygod. You're amazing. My jaw dropped for several times. haha! :) That's how good it is. It is just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER&lt;/span&gt;! I never really liked Musicals.. (well, I only watched 4 musicals in my entire life.. and one of which is Moulin Rouge which by the way is the only musical film I really loove) haha. now, Across the Universe is on its powerful level.. ranked first ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the Universe is a fictional love story of Jude &amp;amp; Lucy.. Vietnam war. Turbulent years. Struggle of Civil Rights. People who wants peace and fighting for what they believe is morally good. The characters are named after the songs of the Beatles. And every scene is mind-blowing. whoaaaaa! The movie is ambitious and it is a success. ILOOOOVE IT. It took my breath away! Grabe. Now I understand why they are so popular and why the 60's is called the 'golden era'. Rock and Roll! I fell inlove with some of their songs. haha thanks to the Bloomfields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish.. Filipinos can do a movie like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3166021796930320232?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3166021796930320232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3166021796930320232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3166021796930320232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3166021796930320232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/all-you-need-is-love.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R_FOL4GWnrI/AAAAAAAAAO0/E9O_S320Q9M/s72-c/acrosstheuniverseposter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2368264910677613162</id><published>2008-03-27T12:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:03:43.568-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sunnnnner! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Official: It's summer again! :) mygod. Im not excited. KIDDING!&lt;br /&gt;im super duper excited for our ultimate bonfire experience by the beach. haha! I cannot wait any longer. Calatagan on the first week of April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna retire and die in Amanpulo. RRRight now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what else? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I walked from Glorietta to Manila Pen (around 3-ish). Look who's the hardworking, frugal woman. Mygosh. Ang iniiiirrrt. Can you imagine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then.. I got myself a skim board. not a totally mini board but its really over sized and the price is super yummy. Its like a medium sized surf board. Fear me.. Im too powerful, yeahbah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im ready to hit youuu, Sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2368264910677613162?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2368264910677613162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2368264910677613162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2368264910677613162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2368264910677613162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/sunnnnner-official-its-summer-again.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2834793462008815396</id><published>2008-03-13T11:51:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:41:49.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leaving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My cousin is leaving (again).. actually, This isn't the first time. Her family lived in Australia for like a year or so then came back. Then left for USA then came back. And now, she's leaving us again. VERY SOON! All I know is that her things are already packed (again) and she's ready. ..physically and emotionally.. haha! and guess what? she'll be staying there for good. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Haaay. :( saddening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A remarkable scene 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2years ago.. (at the airport before their flight going to the land down under)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lovejoy waving goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Trixie (my litt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;le cousin):: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sino ng tatawag ng tricycle pag wala si ate lovejoy?&lt;/span&gt;" ..she was crying the whole time. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Kaye:: N.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that was corny.&lt;br /&gt;But its not. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I was like 9y/o then. so i didn't care much about the events/things happening around me.. As in. I wouldn't mind if a member of the family took off to mars or reached the moon. wherever they go, im not bothered. But those w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ere the days when I thought they don't matter. When I thought they're easy to lose and they will comeback anyway (..which they eventually did.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And today Im a 21 yr. old obsessive-compulsive-alcoholic (who swears never to drink alcohol again yet im still drinking) ..We're like sisters. closest pals. sometimes a foe. Our relationship as cousins is just amazing. it is super! ask my friends.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on Wednesday (March 19, 2008), a part of me will hover on the other side of the planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9loxGbeR7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ri8xs91s16A/s1600-h/IMG_3972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9loxGbeR7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ri8xs91s16A/s200/IMG_3972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177284439387817906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9lp5WbeR8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/Y-0SuKp5xNQ/s1600-h/IMG_4233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9lp5WbeR8I/AAAAAAAAAOc/Y-0SuKp5xNQ/s200/IMG_4233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177285680633366466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will surely uberl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;y miss her bigtime. The way she plays with my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. The way she says "kakoy, kakoy peram laptop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; mo..". Her war-freakish aura. Her destructive hands. The way i lend her my things and wondering where she put what she just borrowed a few hours before. Her addiction to korean movies and coke light.  T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;he way I  shout at her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; to clean up her messy things. The way I borrow her cellphone just t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;o play magic sushi. The way I ask her to go to Quiapo and buy pirated movies or series and then watch together whe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;n she got home. The way she laughs with her braces. The way she teases us. The way she took care of us. The way she wakes me up. I will miss everything about her (from the biggest to the infinitesimal detail). The way I hate her and The way I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its okay to be sad :(( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you cou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sin! Loveyouu labjoy! Seeyou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;real &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SOOOON&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;excerpt from lilo an&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;d stitch::&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Ohana mea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;ns famil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;y.. and Family means no one's left alo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ne or being forgotten&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/12937857-2834793462008815396?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2834793462008815396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2834793462008815396&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2834793462008815396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2834793462008815396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/l-eaving.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9loxGbeR7I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/Ri8xs91s16A/s72-c/IMG_3972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5815499675423579693</id><published>2008-03-07T13:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T14:32:10.401-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I wanna make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are really fortunate. Look around you. Let's be thankful because we have much more than what we need to be content. It infuriates me how "we" sometimes complain about the things that we don't or can't have (like that dslr, laptops, cellphones, cars, condo unit, dream vacay, plane tickets, topshop/zara tops, manolo blahnik's, chanel, prada, LV, bags. make-ups.. just everything.)  Haaay. It breaks my heart (always!) watching them on noontime shows, selling cigars or  sampaguitas, begging along the streets, walking dirty with their torn clothes, crying for help.. They are children. They dream. They seem so full of hope. Its really depressing :(    if I only have tons of money.. I wanna put up an orphanage or charity home/school for the kids where they can eat, play, learn, love and just be kids. I wanna help, REALLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they say, 'each person can make a difference,' I believe that is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9GIY2beR4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/9YpILpsMZtA/s1600-h/africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9GIY2beR4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/9YpILpsMZtA/s320/africa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175067407334393730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9GG1mbeR3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/2fJUh5_rZfs/s1600-h/africa+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9GG1mbeR3I/AAAAAAAAAN0/2fJUh5_rZfs/s320/africa+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175065702232377202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9GGgWbeR2I/AAAAAAAAANs/jzDq0eX0VaY/s1600-h/africa.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5815499675423579693?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5815499675423579693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5815499675423579693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5815499675423579693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5815499675423579693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wanna-make-difference.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R9GIY2beR4I/AAAAAAAAAN8/9YpILpsMZtA/s72-c/africa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3126091148683994757</id><published>2008-03-04T11:50:00.021-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:36:18.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Im a Clicker, My love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Photography is my love. love. love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dslr mode. :) (gimme gimme &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;canon eos 400d&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;pleaseeee&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;random shots by yours truly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R819EnAkHNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5FLRVpA12yg/s1600-h/IMG_4576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R819EnAkHNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5FLRVpA12yg/s320/IMG_4576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173929065062866130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R810P3AkHBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yxDwwS05-QE/s1600-h/IMG_4392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R810P3AkHBI/AAAAAAAAAK8/yxDwwS05-QE/s320/IMG_4392.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173919362731744274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R81_sXAkHRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YRWqDx8SFvM/s1600-h/IMG_4764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R81_sXAkHRI/AAAAAAAAAM8/YRWqDx8SFvM/s200/IMG_4764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173931946985921810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R81-3HAkHQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QhEUPgN1OWY/s1600-h/IMG_4806.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R81-3HAkHQI/AAAAAAAAAM0/QhEUPgN1OWY/s200/IMG_4806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173931032157887746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R812v3AkHEI/AAAAAAAAALU/gmv61DtAJWg/s1600-h/IMG_4529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R819X3AkHOI/AAAAAAAAAMk/9bxIePHnRSk/s320/IMG_4899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173929395775347938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R82AQXAkHSI/AAAAAAAAANE/Eae9kXjigSA/s1600-h/IMG_4894.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R82AQXAkHSI/AAAAAAAAANE/Eae9kXjigSA/s200/IMG_4894.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173932565461212450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R816F3AkHJI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3l5WX5q3PG0/s1600-h/IMG_4817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R816F3AkHJI/AAAAAAAAAL8/3l5WX5q3PG0/s200/IMG_4817.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173925788002819218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R813-HAkHGI/AAAAAAAAALk/u2a2Y97GeNk/s1600-h/IMG_4570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R813-HAkHGI/AAAAAAAAALk/u2a2Y97GeNk/s200/IMG_4570.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173923455835577442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3126091148683994757?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3126091148683994757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3126091148683994757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3126091148683994757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3126091148683994757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-clicker-my-love.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R819EnAkHNI/AAAAAAAAAMc/5FLRVpA12yg/s72-c/IMG_4576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-1089822088322451166</id><published>2008-02-29T08:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T09:10:53.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong class="subHeader"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Why do you think people try to discover their life’s purpose without turning to God, their creator?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let’s think about some answers on this one: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- If I turned to God I might lose control of my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- God might take away all my fun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- If there is a God, He’s definitely bigger than me and probably has some demands on my life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- We always want to do things ourselves. Theme song: “I Did It My Way.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- We want to be in control of our own destiny.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- We are afraid of God, we don’t know God, or we find God too mysterious.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- We think God’s idea of purpose is probably pretty religious and definitely boring.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- We like religion about as much as we like politics; we don’t want to get into a discussion about either one.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;- We don’t believe in creation. We’ll have to find a purpose apart from a designed existence because that’s what we learned to believe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But what if God were a kind, loving creator who made us like Himself because He wanted a relationship with us, and gave us the ability to choose Him or not because He didn’t want robots? What if He actually has our best interests in mind? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wouldn’t you want to check it out?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-1089822088322451166?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1089822088322451166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=1089822088322451166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1089822088322451166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1089822088322451166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/02/why-do-you-think-people-try-to-discover.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7325476155255941881</id><published>2008-02-27T12:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T12:58:48.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R8WWAz7iX9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9YtNDUhM6F0/s1600-h/NCMH+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R8WWAz7iX9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9YtNDUhM6F0/s320/NCMH+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171704687788974034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Paano nga ba ang maging baliw?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Aba, malay ko ba. Palagay ko ay nasa tamang katinuan naman ako. diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Minsan naiisip ko, ano kayang naiisip nila? Bakit kaya sila tumatawa? Sino kayang nakikita at nakakausap nila na hindi naman nakikita ng iba? Bakit kaya sila nagkaganon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nagkaroon ako ng interes sa ganito nung pumunta kami sa National Center for Mental Health. Kung hindi pa ako mapapadpad doon, hindi ko pa maiintindihan ang pag-uutak ng mga pasyenteng meron kami. Noong una pa nga’y nakakatakot dahil hindi kami basta basta pwede makipag-usap sa kanila gaya ng pag-uusap ng isang normal na tao. Kumbaga, dapat ay isipin mo muna lahat ng sasabihin o gagawin mo na makikita ng pasyente dahil ito’y maaaring makakaapekto sa kanya. Importante ang self-awareness dahil paano mo sila maiintindihan kung ang sarili mo nga’y hindi mo maintindihan. Lahat ng gawin mo ay may kahulugan. Hindi pwede magtanong ng “bakit” dahil pag-iisipin o icconfuse mo ang pasyente sa ganitong paraan. Hindi pwedeng mabilisan, dapat dahan-dahanin sila. Kung may nakikita man sila na hindi totoo sa paningin mo, i-acknowledge mo pero ipakita mo ang katotohanan na wala ka talagang nakikitang ibang tao maliban sa inyong dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Yung pasyente ko noong nakaraang taon.. naging palaboy siya sa kalye ng luneta. Dinampot ng mga pulis at ipinaubaya sa mental. Syempre tinanong ko siya sa mga nangyari noong nakaraan. Pero hindi niya nabanggit sa akin na dinampot siya sa luneta. Mayroong pangalan ng lalake na lagi niyang binabanggit. Don Manuel de Legazpi (kung hindi ako nagkakamali) ..hindi siya nalalayo sa pangalan ng isang Espanol na sumaklaw ng pilipinas. Paulit ulit ulit niyang sinasabi yung pangalan nung taong yun (kung sino man siya).. Lolo daw niya iyon. Mayaman daw blahblahblah. Kinukwento niya pa kung gaano kalaki ang rancho ni de Legazpi. Kung paano sila maglaro sa mga puno doon.. at kung anu-ano pa. nakikita ko ang kislap sa mga mata ng matandang kausap ko ang kagalakan sa tuwing kinukwento niya si Don Manuel. siyempre, hindi ko naman pwedeng paniwalaan basta basta ang mga sinasabi niya. pero hindi ko pa rin mapigilan mag-isip kung sino kaya yung lalakeng yun at anong naging kontribusyon niya sa buhay ng pasyente ko. O kaya naman ay gawa gawa lang yun ng taong kausap ko gamit ang kanyang imahinasyon. Maaring totoo.. pwede rin namang hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Karamihan sa kanila ay inabandona na ng sarili nilang mga pamilya. Gumaling man ang pasyente, binabalik pa rin sa mental dahil ayaw na silang tanggapin ng pamilya nila dahil sa takot na bumalik ang diperensya ng mga ito sa utak. Nakakaawa naman sila.. hindi ba? Kaya naman doon na rin sila namamatay at inililibing sa bakuran ng mental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Dapat talaga’y marunong kang magdala ng problema. Wag masyadong dibdibin kung anong pangyayari man ang naganap o magaganap. Kilalanin ang sarili at matutong ilabas ang emosyon dahil kung ikaw ay mahina at kinakain ka na ng utak mo kakaisip.. maaaring sa loob ang bagsak mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ano nga kayang pakiramdam ng isang baliw? Mabalik pa kaya sila sa tama nilang katinuan? Matanggap pa kaya sila ng mga taong normal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7325476155255941881?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7325476155255941881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7325476155255941881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7325476155255941881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7325476155255941881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/02/paano-nga-ba-ang-maging-baliw-aba-malay.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R8WWAz7iX9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/9YtNDUhM6F0/s72-c/NCMH+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7140402226256677476</id><published>2008-02-25T11:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T12:03:56.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mooooving Pichoors like Yoochoob! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Im COOL na, at last. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pictures of my barkada. Through the years, Loveyou guys til the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note:: its a long slideshow.  almost 7mins. Press play and wait. :)) hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_view_player?p=4e15647ca289f603d2b512" quality="high" scale="noscale" wmode="window" allowfullscreen="true" name="FLVPlayer" salign="LT" flashvars="&amp;amp;p=4e15647ca289f603d2b512&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;host=http://www.onetruemedia.com" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="382" width="408"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; font-family: verdana,arial,sans-serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; line-height: 20px; padding-bottom: 15px; width: 408px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/share_player_link?p=4e15647ca289f603d2b512&amp;amp;skin_id=701&amp;amp;source=emplay" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.onetruemedia.com/landing?&amp;amp;utm_source=emplay&amp;amp;utm_medium=txt2" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait for March9!!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dig Me Up From Under What Is Covering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Brandon Boyd&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R8LklD7iX8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/HI0Lle5MZ2E/s1600-h/brandon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R8LklD7iX8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/HI0Lle5MZ2E/s320/brandon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170946647536066498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7140402226256677476?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7140402226256677476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7140402226256677476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7140402226256677476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7140402226256677476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/02/mooooving-pichoors-like-yoochoob-wow_25.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/R8LklD7iX8I/AAAAAAAAAKM/HI0Lle5MZ2E/s72-c/brandon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5039560108255407750</id><published>2008-02-22T09:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-22T12:41:39.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Good News from Above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im back for good. Yes, will be updating my one and only blog. Haha. The funny part was I almost forgot my password. Cringed away from the blow.. ohmyy. I have alot of kwentos to tell. Im such a gossip girl. heehee. I cannot forgive myself for not blogging on a Christmas and New Year's. im such a discarded matter. So.. Let me do this., okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2007&lt;/span&gt; - I turned 21. I graduated. Bid goodbye to some friends. Said hello to new ones. Waited for someone. Didn't came. Toxic Review days. Nosebleed. Alcohol Intoxication. Gastritis sucked. Complicated days are over. Frustrations. Heartburn. Gained weight. Cried a bucket or a gallon maybe of tears. Started and Ended a lot of series. Laughed so hard. Days of Sorrow and Tribulation. Fell inlove with God. Living with my Faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2008&lt;/span&gt; - Thank God for this year wonderful year.. Like its too early to say since its only February, but I have an instinct that I'll be having a superb year ahead of me. 2008.. Live and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love me&lt;/span&gt;!! besides, I have my family, friends and God inside my heart who's always been there since the beginning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank You God! :)&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for letting me fall.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for all the trials ive crossed.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for teaching me life lessons.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for pulling me up when i was down.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for keeping me safe with you.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for lighting my path.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for answering all my absurd my questions.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for believing in me.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for trusting my love.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for all the blessings.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You for listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be forever thankful for this wonderful gift of Life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5039560108255407750?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5039560108255407750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5039560108255407750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5039560108255407750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5039560108255407750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-news-from-above.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8598183351567944704</id><published>2007-11-02T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T03:55:15.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RywpO69bB2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/B7d5n0RlZ40/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128519411989940066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RywpO69bB2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/B7d5n0RlZ40/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8598183351567944704?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8598183351567944704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8598183351567944704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8598183351567944704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8598183351567944704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/11/on-blog-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RywpO69bB2I/AAAAAAAAAJM/B7d5n0RlZ40/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5991225086306106242</id><published>2007-10-22T05:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T05:46:19.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you lose, You win.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Haaaay. honestly, nahihirapan ako. its really depressing. i dunno. its just that some things are hard to understand and you can't just go with the flow. kaasar. I felt worthless and parang ang hirap hirap lang talaga. I don't need anyone to understand me cos I can't even understand myself. Bakit kasi kailangang maging ganito pa. haaaaaaaay! argh! :( im being avoidant nowadays. hindi ako nag-oonline because I avoid other people. well, its a big adjustment cos ive been online all my life. and the thing is I don't understand why things just won't go back to normal at the end of the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in a panic state a while ago. Cos I really had a bad dream. I mean, I don't know if its just a dream.. but I cried (in my dreams and I woke up wiping my very wet eyes) I've had so much about it. ayoko na! Sana dream lang talaga yun! Cos if that thing will ever happen again, I dunno what I'll do next. why do I have to suffer for some to be happy? I didn't do anything wrong. im trying to focus but i can't.. I just can't.. ano ba? Parang hindi ako normal. something is really wrong! and I knew it. And im having a hard time to smile and laugh nowadays. I can't seem to find my happiness. I need a quiet and peaceful time to think &amp;amp; talk with Our Father. I know He'll help me deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and All I really want is someone to hold me and tell me that everything is going to be alright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5991225086306106242?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5991225086306106242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5991225086306106242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5991225086306106242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5991225086306106242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/when-you-lose-you-win.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-1724473044448857735</id><published>2007-10-20T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T13:10:02.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; A terror attack!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My gahd. Glorietta was bombed yesterday. f*ck it! im planning to go there pa naman this coming week. This is very saddening. Glorietta is my second home and my favorite mall (I should say that!) :) ..Because I can walk there alone, eat, find every single item i want but I easily get tired cos I really cannot have a nice picture of it on my mind. in short, hindi ko siya ma-memorize! (bakit kaya?) and iloveit since im from the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas time in the city.. why does it have to be like this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123460594274963186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RxowQ-Z4jvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/en8VqJtW3_U/s320/20071021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-1724473044448857735?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1724473044448857735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=1724473044448857735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1724473044448857735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1724473044448857735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/terror-attack-my-gahd.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RxowQ-Z4jvI/AAAAAAAAAJE/en8VqJtW3_U/s72-c/20071021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2262864789530870538</id><published>2007-10-19T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:07:39.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pagod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im tiiiiired. :) but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;hello friends, miss ya'll. Favorite Polyvores! Love.love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=274716"&gt;&lt;img width="430" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFnpvaTJud0JfM0JHeE5fbEhEX1BsM2cAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Music" height="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=270093"&gt;&lt;img width="430" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFm12QkdLLU44M0JHd3ZNaGpLLTBoS0EAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="1" height="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=268391"&gt;&lt;img width="430" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmRPdjVnSFY4M0JHX25KTDJqb0R0ZlEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Autumn In Paris" height="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=264792"&gt;&lt;img width="430" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFkxqemZtYTU3M0JHaWlJMkVaaE1fWVEAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="Hell Bent For Leather" height="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=264738"&gt;&lt;img width="430" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BQcDAAAAAwoDanBnAAAABC5vdXQKFmRPVWhNYWw3M0JHWXllYU0zQ3NPTmcAAAACaWQKAXgAAAAEc2l6ZQ.jpg" title="In The Pink" height="500" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2262864789530870538?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2262864789530870538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2262864789530870538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2262864789530870538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2262864789530870538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/pagod.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7935849592908762158</id><published>2007-10-14T11:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T09:58:32.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Clearing my throat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, I edited my Profile. I think I wrote it well.. Actually, I had to erase some things about me because the character (2000 or more char., i think?) was not enough to describe my very own self. mygosh. as if! as if someone would care to read it. anywaaay. My profile was super boring that's why I decided to make something worth reading for. Is it? Yaaay! Changes! I realized that I have grown. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--While browsing my multi page.. I noticed a link. actually, matagal na siyang nag-vview. and almost all of my photos, na-view niya na in my multiply. I think its kinda scary cos he/she is using my previous blog photo. ohh. whoever you are.. you're super annoying lang talaga! its not funny at all. I can't call him/her a poser. poser ba siya? whatduyathiiink? Haha. I mean, Im not a celebrity naman para kopyahin o gayahin ang identity. hindi naman ako sikat. hindi naman ako maganda. normal na tao lang naman ako.. Now I understand why my friends Aris and Abbie super hate their posers. Lalo na pag ginaya kung ano man ang sinulat mo.. ibang klase na yun. and the weird thing is.. 3 sila. ano bang mapapala niyo sakin ha? haaay.. stop it okay? so, nakita ko yung mga links.. and I clicked them. and ito yung isa: &lt;a href="http://stopbeingscared.multiply.com/photos/album/5/blackwhite"&gt;My stolen pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wont have it any other way. It doesn't matter much to me. Contacts only" --Parang kilala ko kung sino gumawa nyan ah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God Bless you.. whoever you are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7935849592908762158?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7935849592908762158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7935849592908762158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7935849592908762158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7935849592908762158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-revisions.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3560254768603350830</id><published>2007-10-12T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T11:17:06.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know its only rock and roll but I like it. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=252329"&gt;&lt;img title="i know it's only rock n roll but i like it" height="500" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BAcEMTIzNAQEBAgDAwAAAAoDanBnBAAAAC5vdXQKFnpIOV9jOHA0M0JHdFg1ZlJNSE1fNUECAAAAaWQKAXgEAAAAc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3560254768603350830?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3560254768603350830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3560254768603350830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3560254768603350830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3560254768603350830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-know-its-only-rock-and-roll-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-22160987535027325</id><published>2007-10-04T12:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T14:27:51.040-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A new beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Now that things have calmed down, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;step out of yourself and discover new beginnings."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chrismukkah: 81 more days to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fashion is Passion! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=225577"&gt;&lt;img title="1" height="500" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BAcEMTIzNAQEBAgDAwAAAAoDanBnBAAAAC5vdXQKFlhrdGVqWmR5M0JHVjRheEZucTYzMXcCAAAAaWQKAXgEAAAAc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=225619"&gt;&lt;img title="2" height="500" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BAcEMTIzNAQEBAgDAwAAAAoDanBnBAAAAC5vdXQKFlVuSUtQSnB5M0JHYUNNQkpucTYzMXcCAAAAaWQKAXgEAAAAc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=225664"&gt;&lt;img title="3" height="500" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BAcEMTIzNAQEBAgDAwAAAAoDanBnBAAAAC5vdXQKFjJ0UEVSWnh5M0JHSENURURNWE1fNUECAAAAaWQKAXgEAAAAc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=225719"&gt;&lt;img title="4" height="500" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BAcEMTIzNAQEBAgDAwAAAAoDanBnBAAAAC5vdXQKFlNNb1RQcUJ5M0JHeDhyYTh3dlk0MEECAAAAaWQKAXgEAAAAc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=225770"&gt;&lt;img title="5" height="500" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BAcEMTIzNAQEBAgDAwAAAAoDanBnBAAAAC5vdXQKFnZqUnU5cUp5M0JHaVJ3UEF3dlk0MEECAAAAaWQKAXgEAAAAc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?.mid=embed&amp;amp;id=225835"&gt;&lt;img title="6" height="500" src="http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-set/BAcEMTIzNAQEBAgDAwAAAAoDanBnBAAAAC5vdXQKFjBOcGp6S1p5M0JHUlppSEZ3dlk0MEECAAAAaWQKAXgEAAAAc2l6ZQ.jpg" width="430" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ilooovelooove. :) GIMME! GIMME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-22160987535027325?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/22160987535027325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=22160987535027325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/22160987535027325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/22160987535027325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/10/horoscope.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-9200413302947596629</id><published>2007-09-26T05:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T06:07:07.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Musée du Louvre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll make a travel guide &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :-D&lt;br /&gt;But I'll travel first.. okay? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114450354183376610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/Rvotf-Z4juI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qn6HT08INx0/s400/image_14046_v2_m56577569830537447.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;inside the museum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Louvre, in its successive architectural metamorphoses, has dominated central Paris since the late 12th century. Built on the city's western edge, the original structure was gradually engulfed as the city grew. The dark fortress of the early days was transformed into the modernized dwelling of François I and, later, the sumptuous palace of the Sun King, Louis XIV. Here we explore the history of this extraordinary edifice and of the museum that has occupied it since 1793.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114447901757050546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RvorROZ4jrI/AAAAAAAAAIg/1LWd_ZIsc-E/s400/paris-photos-0016b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Pyramid at Night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;looooveit! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Happy Birthday Dear Mommy! loveyou! *keeees*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-9200413302947596629?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9200413302947596629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=9200413302947596629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/9200413302947596629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/9200413302947596629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/muse-du-louvre-ill-make-travel-guide.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/Rvotf-Z4juI/AAAAAAAAAI4/qn6HT08INx0/s72-c/image_14046_v2_m56577569830537447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2821011404610273275</id><published>2007-09-18T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:54:16.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You should know by now..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(random things about me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. I hate mascots and clowns&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Mascot (jollibee, Grimace..) they've been scaring me to death since I was a kid. :(( and now, I still can't understand why children loves them and why parties aren't complete without their colourful costumes, exagge make-ups, fancy wigs and super babaw na magic. waaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. I daydream alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Im weird because I daydream? Maybe!! Bacause im always confused with random thoughts. haha! There are just some things worth thinking of. Like.. Like.. secret! :-D so if someone saw me smiling and looking from afar with sparkling eyes., haha! you'll know for sure that something is up and maybe (just maybe) im dreaming that im awake. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. MeeeeMorize.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- They told me na magaling daw ako mag-memorize: names, faces, places, lyrics.. name it. even the 2nd grade poem na pina-memorize sakin ng teacher ko, kabisado ko pa rin til now. hehe! :) pati lahat ng songs ng The Moffatts, Spice Girls, Aaron Carter, Backstreet boys, Eraserheads and Incubus (yung mga songs dati ha!!)  im so jologs pala! pati kabisado ko lahat ng dreamsounds (wave 89.1 and some emo songs sa magic 89.9) --&gt; nung gradeschool -HS pa yan ha. haha! and even yung mga strangers na nakakasakay ko pag nagcocommute ako, natatandaan ko mukha nila pag nakikita o nakakasakay ko ulit sila. Alright! Jologs and weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. I never believed in fairy tales -Yen!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- me too. but this I know for sure: Someday my Prince will come and we'll live happily ever after. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. I read alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Books (no question about this!) and BLOGS of other people.. important and not-so-important people ha. I visit Bianca G's, Ala Paredes', Cj's and Jessica Zafra's blog. and ofcourse, my looooooooong-lost crush's blog na nasa law school na! mygosh. he's super talino kaya i enjoy reading his entries. salamat at naibemto ang blogger and multiply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. I used to hate coffee.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Did you know na 20 y/o na ako nung una akong nakatikim ng coffee? akala ko kasi kadiri ang lasa.. and parang hindi ko ma-gets kung bakit laging ganun yung iniinom ng mga tao pag breakfast. there's always a first time for everything: so first time ko sa Mcdo while having my pancakes.. nakiinom lang ata ako kay nell or jayvee ng coffee nila na pinilit pa ako. haha. the taste wasn't bad after all pala. And now im addicted to the smell and taste of aroma. imagine, I waited for 20years before I discovered na masarap and relaxing pala siya :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. I never liked drinking milk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 2 years old ako nung nagstop ako i-formula feed (Promil kid!) haha. :-D but my tita doctor changed my milk. waaaah. From Promil to Anchor! Putcha, til now nalalasahan ko pa rin ang lasa nya! Yun ang pinaka-ayokong drink. MAJOR KADIRI!! eeewwwww! nanginginig ako pag naaalala ko yung taste ng milk. haha! Basta, kahit anong klaseng milk yan.. ayoko! ayoko! at ayoko! when I was a kid, pinipilit nila ako painumin ng milk even chocolate drinks like sustagen, milo and ovaltine. umiiyak pa ako kasi ayoko talaga.. tapos pag hindi sila nakatingin, tinatapon ko. hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Critiquing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Waaaah. I have a classic taste in Movies, Clothes, Music, Places, Food, Books, Furnitures blahblah.. and pag hindi nila na-meet ang standards ko, ayoko sa kanila. Their ratings are either 100 or 0. Pag sinabi kong maganda, maganda. yun lang yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. I think Politics are exciting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Though I find it boring at times.. They're quite exciting and fun. and i know kung saan at kanino ako kakampi. Oust Gloria!! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. When I say im going to do something, I do it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Whatever that is. and I even take walks by myself. Recently, pumunta ko kila yen (Project 8, Tandang Sora!) and ayooooon. naligaw lang naman ako. just before that, kausap ko si je sa phone around 5pm  and i told her na may gusto akong gawin. so.. after the talking.. i took a bath and rushed to glorietta para ma-change yung size ng pants ko. then sumakay ng BUS from ayala to monumento. anak ng... sa monumento nga ako bumaba! haha. ang layo ko na, mygosh. and first time ko lang ata mkarating dun. so.. 11pm na yun and naka-shorts and sleeveless pa ko. :-D naiiyak na ko kasi wala akong idea kung nasaang lupalop na ako ng pilipinas. and mga lasing ata napagtanungan ko. gurabe!! kagulyow.. daming tao na parang market pa at hindi nila alam kung saan yung tinatanong ko. i rushed sa other side of the road, thank god.. may taxi na dumaan. naiyak ako nung natungtong ako sa bahay nila yen. haha. i got home at around 1am. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. I can live with bread alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love BREADS (ilove money too!) haha. lahat ng taong kilala ako alam na mahilig ako sa tinapay or anything na may dough and sweets. :)) I love auntie anne's pretzels, cello's doughnuts, jamaican pattie, hot chic sa breadtalk.. BREADTALK! BREADTALK! pan de coco, donut sa bakery malapit sa amin., chocolate marble sa Del Monte, QC bakeshop, and ofcourse, my favorite: Kopi Roti's kopi bun and kaya toast :) yung cake, blueberry cheesecake, mango cream pie, cakes sa chocolate kiss. at maraming marami pang iba. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. I find death, souls, life, psychism and tarot cards scary but really interesting.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Easily distracted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- and I get anxious pag na-ddistract ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Im easy to please.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No wonder why people pleases me. :-D Joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. I am hygiene freak.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I love the feeling of being clean, fresh and mabango.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. Im always late.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Count me in.. Late nga lang. as if! what's new?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. My favorite subjects are:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History and Philosophy.. I used to hate our Philosophy of Humanities Professor in Trinity coz he's super strict na sometimes ayaw na namin talaga pumasok. But that subject really helped me alot.. basta. ang dami kong natutunan.. in philosophy of life, love, death, souls and some things are really intersting. Aside from Philo, my heart goes out for Microbiology (should i disagree?),  Anatomy and Physiology &amp;amp; Pathophysiology. Gaaaah. I never thought I'd consider those 3 major subjects in my top list. and oh, I hate Pharmacology. haha. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. I miss school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I never thought I'd say that. Kasi pag nag-sschool ka pa, gusto mo na agad mag-work. Pero pag graduate ka na, hindi mo naman alam kung anong step ang gagawin mo. Parang gusto mo na lang bumalik ulit.. pero ayoko. :) labo! i missed school and everyone else! :-D Boohoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2821011404610273275?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2821011404610273275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2821011404610273275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2821011404610273275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2821011404610273275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/you-should-know-by-now.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7366961431194495657</id><published>2007-09-10T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:19:21.452-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The shorter story.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Kumain ng lala (yung fish cracker, hindi yung chocolate ni khaloi!) ang sarap pampulutan!! woohoo. naalala ko tuloy nung kumain kami ng lala kila nell sa taytay. sabay-sabay pa kami nila ralph at nell ngumuya. parang sinusuction yung tunog. tas naglaro kami (sep, je, nell, ralph, reg at al): pagalingan kumain ng lala! dapat walang tunog pag nginunguya. haha. ang hirap ah!! wala tuloy nakagawa. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Nagsimba sa UP kanina (lunes ngayon!) ang sarap mag-mass dun sa church na bilog (Our Lady of Sacrifice). konti yung tao. tahimik. malamig.. parang pasko na kulang na lang parol. tas may batang nagbebenta ng pang-ipit sa labas ng simbahan., e bihira lang ako kung mag-ipit ng buhok, pag sobrang init lang. e hindi ako bumili.. sabi niya pahingi daw kahit konting barya pambili ng isang kilong pansit para sa birthday ng kapatid niya. e 3 piso na lang barya ko kaya binigay ko na. sana nakatulong pandagdag sa pansit. nakakaawa naman. naisip ko, maswerte pa rin pala talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di bale, pag yumaman ako.. tutulungan ko kayo lahat. okay ba yun? ang dami ko talaga gustong gawin sa buhay koooo! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sayang wala ako naabutang avocado &amp; strawberry ice cream sa UP.. late na kasi eh. di bale, next time. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- May ginagawa akong entry (naiyak nga ako habang ginagawa ko yung first part). haha. by decemeber ko na lang siguro ippublish, mahaba kasi tska hindi pa tapos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7366961431194495657?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7366961431194495657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7366961431194495657&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7366961431194495657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7366961431194495657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/shorter-story.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2989141737791252220</id><published>2007-09-04T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:43:14.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it wasn't this.. It'd be something else.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not ours to know the reason why unanswered is our prayer.. but ours to wait for God's own time to lift the cross we bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must leave the unknowable to the all-knowing one. He is listening and working things out His way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the road ahead is paved with anything but good intentions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta have faith. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2989141737791252220?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2989141737791252220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2989141737791252220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2989141737791252220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2989141737791252220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/if-it-wasnt-this.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8589142009350109053</id><published>2007-09-03T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T11:16:21.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Yun lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaay nako! nakakatamad.&lt;br /&gt;and hey, I guess im okay na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to my september babies::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept 3 - Nell&lt;br /&gt;5 - Jayvee&lt;br /&gt;14 - Pam and Jerlyn&lt;br /&gt;18 - Nadz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;namiss ko tuloy ang buong barkada. :((&lt;br /&gt;Loveyousomuch guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8589142009350109053?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8589142009350109053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8589142009350109053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8589142009350109053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8589142009350109053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/09/yun-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-799165680634675825</id><published>2007-08-30T13:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-30T14:04:25.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;im not okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..I will be.&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/12937857-799165680634675825?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/799165680634675825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=799165680634675825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/799165680634675825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/799165680634675825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-not-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3096379200218934105</id><published>2007-08-17T10:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T10:35:21.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Past 2 weeks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Im busy (can I just say that?)&lt;br /&gt;Reading books &amp; some news.&lt;br /&gt;Scrutinizing Michael Scofield&lt;br /&gt;And Internet (which is fucked right now maybe because of the typhoon "egay") haaaaar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;what else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam’s lola died last Friday. (August 10, 2007)&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to hear that, zoobud.&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Saturday and Sunday – we were there. And we didn’t sleep.. at all. :-)&lt;br /&gt;It was fun since ive learned how to play the famous and for the oldies –“Mahjong.”&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Pam’s dad and the queen of mahjong. None other than Yen.&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. Its not that hard to understand.. the game is more of like Tong-its. Actually, it’s a way easier.. Just have to deal with chow, pong and kong. Ha,ha!&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;We played cards, cards, mahjong and with Julianna. That kid (jana) is really hilarious and she’s a real charm! Haha! she has this different kind of vigor and everyone adores this little girl especially when you see her “shake it to the left, shake it to the right..” Gosh. Willy Revillame sure has made a big brunt on our today’s gen. Be a Good girl, Jana! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yen and Pam slept (for an hour or two) ..Nelly and I –haha! had a blast making kwento til the break of dawn. Well, story of our lives.. blahblah. We’re absolutely craaaazy! Nevermind those daydreaming things. Ha,ha! I told you, im really weird. But its fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was sabaw. I got home at 4pm. No sleep. Wish I could catch up with my rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Then, having a hard time sleeping. maybe because ive been thinking of my "lost purse". garsh. I have 9k dun. sooo. sayang talaga. nakakahinayang. ilang tops and havies din yun. :'(( Im just hoping na na-misplaced ko lang.. which is quite impossible. huhuhu. well, isang reason ko din yun kung bakit 4days straight nasa house lang ako. Mygod, im BROKE! Oh, may typhoon pa pala.2 reasons.. not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this is stupid ..its just so hard na mag-trust sa mga kasambahay. and its even harder na magbintang. Help me LORD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We watched a movie kanina and nilibre ako ni Trixie ng food and movie ticket. Yey! Cos she knows that her ate is poor. huhuhu We're supposed to attend Victory pero cancelled. waaah.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3096379200218934105?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3096379200218934105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3096379200218934105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3096379200218934105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3096379200218934105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/past-2-weeks-im-busy-can-i-just-say.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2610307914958162013</id><published>2007-08-08T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-08T15:44:07.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh, sunlight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Finally, the rain has come. No more drought. Haha! Though im not so sure if I totally love/hate this season.. Sure, the dark side of coffee is love. DVD marathon (augh. back to my Orange County-madness! McDreamy is doing Mcnasty with Mchottie? that McBastard! Prisonbreak, etseterassss). Watching movies (thanks, quiapo!). Online all-day,all-night til dawn (more of a bum's life..I guess). Piggin out. Reading non-fiction books (most interesting, I should say). blahblah.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday, I read a bunch of testimonials. Testi, remember? Proof that im effin bohored. Soo. It was cool. Rainy days just make super duper nostalgic. Haha! Those were the kabaduyan days, wodetianfu, ginuny (- yen, translate!) gimmicks, night-outs, kwentuhans, boys, on or before june24, dancefloor.. some were just cheese, about problems, lovelife.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Try reading your testimonials (from the first one upto the latest! Too bad I wasn't able to all of 'em again..) but I will. And Its fun to browse and read all your kalokohans and stuff for the past years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mygosh. We've been through alot, my friends.. Thanks for keepin it gay. Loveya'll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So, Maybe.. I just love rainy days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2610307914958162013?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2610307914958162013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2610307914958162013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2610307914958162013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2610307914958162013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-sunlight.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5857165951909789295</id><published>2007-08-06T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T15:51:11.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think alot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I wanna scream and cry. Okay, too shallow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its just so hard to pretend that everythings fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..when they're actually not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Things will never be the same. (I guess)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pardon me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5857165951909789295?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5857165951909789295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5857165951909789295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5857165951909789295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5857165951909789295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-think-alot.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-9141124415560573509</id><published>2007-08-03T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-05T06:47:18.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brink of Despair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A young woman with shining eyes starts telling me the story. To begin with there was the city wall. The wall remained, but one part of it was used to build a chapel. Many years passed, and thr chapel became a church. Another century passed, and the church became a Gothic cathedral. The cathedral had had its moments of glory, there had been structural problems, for a time it had been abandoned, then restoration work had distorted the whole shape of the building, but each generation thought it had solved the problem and would rework the original plans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Thus, in the centuries that followed, they raised a wall here, took down a beam there, added a buttress over there, created or bricked up stained-glass windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And the cathedral withstood it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I walk through the skeleton of the cathedral, studying the restoration work currently being carried out: this time the architects guarantee that they have found the prefect solution. Everywhere there are metal supports, scaffolding, grand theories about what to do next, and some criticism about what ws done in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And suddenly, in the middle of the central nave, I realize something very important: the cathedral is me, it is all of us. We are all growing and changing shape, we notice certain weaknesses that need to be corrected, we don't always choose the best solution, but we carry on regardless, trying to remain upright and decent, in order to do honor not to the walls or the doors or the windows, but to the empty space inside, the space where we worship and venerate what is dearest and most important to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes, we are all cathedrals, there is no doubt about it; but what lies in the empty space of my inner cathedral?&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/12937857-9141124415560573509?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9141124415560573509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=9141124415560573509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/9141124415560573509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/9141124415560573509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/08/brink-of-despair.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3119861133510536061</id><published>2007-07-30T13:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T14:22:32.277-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Do you believe in miracles?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ohh.. Soo Jamie Sullivan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday, Pumpkin Meryll texted me and asked if I can come with them tomorrow. biglaan. and I asked her why. At first, parang she's too shy to tell me kung saan kami pupunta. Anyway.. I told her that im free and I can just talk or probably sit with them anywhere (pumpkins usual bonding stuff). :-D Basta.. Its just so hard to explain. Basta.. (when I say basta, basta talaga!) That's something something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So anyway.. About the biglaang alis -- We went to Mall of Asia! yipee. MOA! but im hating MOA and TRINOMA. Ayoko ng MEGAMALL, MOA and TRINOMA. They're super big. nakakapagod.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We arrived (MOA) there at 10am (opening..first time!) and there's a reason behind it. I woke up early (enough proof, eh?) .. We fall in line since were gonna hear a mass plus an individual healing after by the healing priest -- Fr. Fernando Suarez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We got a red ticket. :-D Then, Lahat ng nakikita namin (katabi and all..) lahat sila may sakit, naka-wheelchair, elderly, disabled, people with a bandanna or a mask (reverse isolation for cancer patients).. basta, in short, parang kami lang yung mga "bata" and healthy at all. Parang I wanna give my ticket to those na hindi naka-pasok sa center stage eh. Because I know that they needed that ticket (the organizers were kinda strict so hindi lahat nakapasok). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By the way, its my first time to attend a healing mass. Super Okay. Sooooooper light ng feeling. and hey, I witnessed a miracle. There's this middle-aged-crying-woman who stood up and told us her experience.. Actually, madaming nagpatotoo. But this woman gave me chills. haha! Goosebumps alert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Meron siyang super laking goiter (as in parang head na ng baby sa sobrang laki!) -- I saw her walking pa nga. kasabay namin kaninang umaga na pumila for the ticket. So yun. Pati sa loob ng centerstage, nakita ko siya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;After sometime.. she stood up infront of the stage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ganito pa sabi nya:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Kanina may malaking bukol ako sa leeg at may goiter nga ho sabi ng doktor.. Pero ngayon, wala na" .."Nawala na yung bukol"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tas parang ako.. *naka-kunot pa ang ulo..* "Teka, siya yung nakita ko kanina ah? ..Yung may malaking goiter na dumaan sa harapan natin." Shit. siya nga yun. naalala ko, naka-blue pa na shirt yung ale. It's just amaziiiiiiiiing na nawala yung super laking goiter na visible talaga and back to normal size ng neck. parang whoa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its amazing how God works through Father Fernando's hands. Ang galing talaga. kahit ako, hindi makapaniwala.. but now, (after my healing.. Im better na and iba talaga yung feeling!) try it for yourself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You just have to believe.&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/12937857-3119861133510536061?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3119861133510536061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3119861133510536061&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3119861133510536061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3119861133510536061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/do-you-believe-in-miracles-ohh.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-6563670637972153933</id><published>2007-07-23T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T17:19:04.664-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAGPAKATOTOO KA SISTERRRR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kanina, walang magawa sa bahay. Naisipan kong buksan ang telebisyon at doon nga'y itinutok ang aking sarili sa panonood ng Pelikulang Pinoy. Wala namang masama, diba? Sa palagay ko, ang huling panood ko ng Tagalog ay noong Disyembre pa.. Sakto sa araw ng pasko. Yung MMFF ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hindi kasi ako mahilig manood ng Pelikulag Lokal. mas gugustuhin ko na lang matulog kaysa manuod kasi pakiramdam ko pare-pareho lang naman sila ng kweno. Yung parang nahuhulaan o agad kung anong mangyayari sa susunod, may mamamatay, may kontrabida (anong pelikula ba naman ang wala diba? may mahirap (at kadalasa'y mahirap ang babae) na maiinlove sa mayamang lalake (edi ayun.. tumakbo ang istorya) tapos ipaglalaban nila ang isa't isa. O diba, pare-pareho lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Parang pinulaan ko naman ang mundo ng sining sa ginagawa kong ito. Hindi ko ho naman sinasadya.. Yaan nama'y mga opinyon lang. Para naman baguhin ang istilo sa pag-gawa ng pelikula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nakakainis lang kasi lalo na pag narinig mo kung anong titulo ng ibang palabas. Para bang usong uso ang mga theme song at wala ng maisip kaya't ayun na lamang ang ginagawang title. Gaaah. Ang ewan. Kaya naman hindi nakakapagtakang ang laki ng lamang ng mga pelikulang imported kaysa lokal. Bakit kaya hindi nila ibalik sa dati? Dati rati nama'y may sense at may dating ang mga title.. (&lt;em&gt;Tinimbang ka ngunit kulang, Bituing walang ningning, kung mahawi man ang ulap.. ilan lamang yan&lt;/em&gt;) Kita nyo, mas mabebenta sila at talagang tumatatak sa isip ng tao. Samantalang ngayon.. parang "para lang may maipalabas at mapanood ang mga tao.. at para kumita na rin."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;At isa pa, napansin niyo ba na pag pinalabas na yung mga makabagong pelikula ngayon, laging may kasunod na interbyu sa mga taong lumalabas sa sinehan sabay sigaw/hiyaw (kunwari.. minsa'y scripted pa nga!). Tapos may umaandar na &lt;em&gt;"No.1 sa takilya!"&lt;/em&gt; sa ilalim ng inyong telebisyon. Nakakagago. Sana nga kung totoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hay nakoooooo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hay naku! ang sama ko.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e yun naman ang totoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pero kanina, natawa ako sa napanuod ko. Hindi ko lang alam yung title ng pelikula na yon. Pero sa tigin ko, bago lang kasi nandun yung ibang bagong artista. Nakakatawa yung palabas. Ewan ko.. O sadyang mababaw lang talaga ako? Kasi 3 silang magkakapatid na puro bakla. Tapos yung nanay nila, hirap bigkasin yung letrang "s" at sobrang tanggap niya yung mga anak niya kahit na bading o ika nga nila'y salot sa lipunan. Komedya ang tema ng palabas kaya nama'y naaliw at napahalakhak ng konti. Hindi naman masamang tumawa, diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Naisip ko tuloy, paano kaya maging isang bading? (teka, babae po ako) Mahirap siguro dahil halos lahat ng tao'y kinukutya ka at para bang may nakakahawa kang sakit kung ikaw ay ituring. Mapanghusga talaga ang mga Pinoy.. Bakit, nakakahawa ba ang kabadingan? Hindi naman siguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sabi nila, pag tunay na lalaki ka daw, galit ka sa mga bading &lt;em&gt;(Yung parang gusto mo na lang sila batukan bigla at sabihang : hoy bakla, umayos ka nga&lt;/em&gt;!) Totoo ba? Aaminin ko, dati'y galit ako sa mga bading --yung mga malalandi na daig pa ang mga bayaring babae kung pumorma. Parang kung bakla ka, edi bakla ka.. Wag mo na hayaang kutyain at pandirihan ka ng mga tao. Kasalanan mo din yan dahil ganito at ganyan ka kung umasta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pero nung napunta ako ng kolehiyo, naintidihan ko ang mundo nila (bagama't hindi ako nagsasalita ng salita nila --gay lingo). Marami kasi akong kaibigang bakla/bading. Masaya naman sila kasama. Yung iba mahirap pakisamahan, yung iba okay.. May sensitive, matampuhin, mabait at higit sa lahat.. may maarte. Gayunpaman, kailangan na lang silang intidihin. wala tayong magagawa, ganun sula.. Kung magbago at maging lalaki edi ayos, kung hindi edi masaya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yung ibang tao naman riyan, respetuhin naman natin sila.. Lahat tayo may karapatang pantao. At higit sa lahat.. sa mata ng Diyos, tayo'y pantay pantay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kaya yung mga lalaki slash bading pala na takot o hindi pa naglaladlad ng tunay na pagkatao nila.. Wala namang masama, e ano kung pulaan nila kayo? ang mahalaga'y masaya kayo.. diba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;At eto lang ang payo ko sayo.. Uminom ka ng coke.. at MAGPAKATOTOO KA SISTER!!&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/12937857-6563670637972153933?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6563670637972153933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=6563670637972153933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/6563670637972153933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/6563670637972153933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/magpakatotoo-ka-sisterrrr-kanina-walang.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3251434225138679344</id><published>2007-07-18T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T12:56:44.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Mga sitwasyon ng Pag-ibig"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. Destiny Adik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung mga naghihintay kay "Destiny" na gumawa ng paraan para pagtagpuin sila ng kanilang mga "partner in life"... Ayannn... Kapapanood nyo ng "Serendipity" eh feeling nila ang nangyari sa movie eh mangyayari rin sa kanila... Such a cliche... Hindi ba nila alam na kung walang effort, destiny is useless... - totoo po yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Perfectionist/ Mapili&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, isang taong perpeksiyonista. .. Yung tipong dapat ganito ang magiging kapartner ko... Pag may nakilala, nakita lang na pangit ang kuko o may dumi lang, turn-off na agad... O kaya ang daming ayaw. Ayaw sa mabait - boring daw, gusto ng bad boy/pilya pero kapag pinaiyak ka, tatanungin ka bakit ang sama mo at bakit mo nagawa yun! Adik ka ba?! Ayaw sa cute, ayaw din naman sa panget. Meron dyan gusto ka ayaw mo naman. Ung gusto mo eh halos magtambling ka pero deadma pa rin yang stunts mo sa kanya! Pasaway ka rin e! Ano ba talaga kuya? - may kilala akong ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. Busy-busyhan&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opo, eto yung ang mundo e gumagalaw lang sa libro at ballpen kung estudyante ka o kaya naman sa computer at files kung office staff ka. Yung tipong aalis ng bahay ng alas 6 o alas 7 ng umaga at uuwi ng bahay ng 6 hanggang alas 8 ng gabi [baligtad naman para sa mga nag tratrabaho sa call center].. Sabay tulog na.. Kapag Sabado masaya na sila sa Internet (o sa Multiply), sa pagkain na niluluto ni mama at sa Linggo naman sisimba at maghahanda na ng kelangan para sa lunes hanggang byernes.. Pssssst.. Pause for awhile.. - parang ganito ako. haha! sorry naman, buhay eskwela ako dati eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Friendship Theory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano naman ito? Eto yung ang buhay ay kay bestfriend o kaya kay special friend na hindi masasabi-sabi sa friendship nya sa loob ng kanilang mahabang panahon na pagsasama dahil baka daw maapektuhan ang pakikipagkaibigan at iwasan sya.. Yung tipong pag may kasama si friendship na iba, nagseselos na wala naman sa lugar, pero syempre wag pahalata, kunyari happy sya for friendship.. Aba ! Oi lakasan mo ang loob at baka mamaya forever mong pagsisihan yan kaw rin. Minsan pa naman pareho kayong naghihintayan. . Hmmp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hala.. sige, madaming guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Born-to-be-one (Autistic)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung nasa palad na ang pagiging single daw.. Walang reasons.. Basta lang nabuhay sya sa mundo na mag-isa at feeling nya mamatay sya sa mundo ng mag-isa.. Kesyo magmamadre o magpapari na lang.. Asa kang tatanggapin ka pa noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yung mga kabarkada ko diyan.. natatamaan. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Happy-go-lucky&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung taong walang alam kundi kasiyahan at trippings.. Kahit sino nalang basta no strings attached.. For fun lang daw.. Walang halong seryosohan.. Aba hoy! Yang init ng katawan mo e ikiskis mo nalang sa pader.. Makakahanap ka rin ng katapat mo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- baka ma-karma ka ineng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Wrong Place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nakaranas na ba nito? Yung pakiramdam mo nasa ibang mundo ka. Yung ang nakakaharap mo e yung mga hindi mo gusto, yung mga hindi mo hinahanap. Alam mo yun? Halimbawa nasa ibang bansa ka, pero ang hinahanap mo e yung amoy ng nasa sariling bayan mo. O kaya naman e nasa sarili mong bayan ka, nasa normal na lipunan, pero ikaw ang abnormal at hindi mo kayang sabihin na abnormal din ang hanap mo kung ayaw mong ibitin ka nila ng patiwarik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ang labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Wrong Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto yung mga tao na sinasabi na "hindi pa ako ready e, bata pa kasi ako" o kaya naman "hindi pa ako handa sa panahong ito, wala pa ako kayang ipagmalaki.. " Yes meron pong ganyan.. Yung feeling nila may tamang panahon para sa love.. Awwwwwww.. Aba kelan yun? Pag uugod ugod ka na at yung time mo e bitin na? O baka naman pag pang out of time ka na? Oist, sugod lang ng sugod..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- meron ngang ganyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Si parents kasi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, factor din ang komunidad na ginagalawan mo.. Una, ayaw pa ni mader o pader na magkaron ka kahit 22 anyos ka na at kelangan umabot ka muna raw ng 40 bago magkaroon ng gf/bf.. O kaya naman ikaw mismo! Takot sa sasabihin ni parents at ni kapitbahay na tsismosa sa magiging kasama mo.. Aba ikaw ba naman ang sabihan na "Alam mo hindi kayo bagay.. Langit at lupa kayo.." Awwwww.. Payo ko sayo, Pakialam nila diba? Palibhasa inggit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Traumatic Experience&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto kalimitan ang reason ng marami. Ayaw ko na! Takot na ako mangyari pa ang nangyari dati! O diba ang drama ng layp? Yes, tama ka.. Eto yung dahil sa past relationship mo, e until na ayaw mo ng magkaroon at sinumpa mo na ata ang magmahal.. Dahil sa pinagpalit ka sa mas pangit, o kaya naman iniwan ka ng walang word na bye-bye, o dahil binugbog ka! Ano pa ba? Madami yan. wag na nating isa isahin at baka tumulo si tears.. Heheh! Gayunpaman, eto lang masasabi ko mga hija at hijo.. Iba't-iba ang lasa ng pag-ibig.. May mapait, may mapakla, may matamis at may maasim.. Aba mapalad ka at natikman mo ang iba't-ibang lasa nito.. Kaya ikaw, do not be afraid to fall in love again.. Malay mo sweetiness na ang malasahin mo next time.. E di panalo ka sa lotto.. Yan ang nagpapalakas sayo, yan ang bumubuhay sayo, ang pag-ibig.. Tsk! Drama!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- may mga guilty dyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. EX to the nth power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oi aminin!!! LOVE parin si ex kahit 1 or 2 yrs na ang nakakalipas. . May ganito naman.. Yung tipong ilang taon ang nakakalipas, hindi parin makalimutan si ex.. Yung pinagsamahan, yung tawanan, yung iyakan, at lahat ng nangyari sa inyo nung kayo pa.. Malungkot man at sa kung anumang kadahilanan, maganda man o masama ito, kelangan nyong magpaalam sa isa't isa.. YES, after a year sasabihin natin, im over him/her na, pero pag-usapan natin ang love at ang nangyari sa ating relastionship from the past, TADANNNNNNNNNNNNN, eto na, sya agad ang naalala mo.. At habang nagkukwento ka, ouch may kirot, o kaya may ngiti at may bumabagabag sa ating kalooban.. Ano kaya yun? AMININ mo na kasi MAHAL mo pa si EX.. Isa lang ang masasabi ko, well mahirap sya kalimutan, alam ko yan, pero open your heart and makipagdate ka, lumabas ka, at try to entertain someone.. Wag mo ikumpara si ex sa iba.. At give urself a Kitkat, take a break.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3251434225138679344?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3251434225138679344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3251434225138679344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3251434225138679344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3251434225138679344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/mga-sitwasyon-ng-pag-ibig-11.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8569396847508120126</id><published>2007-07-17T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:31:06.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sooo true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and someone can love each other for months and months, love each other completely and totally and for what you think will be forever. Then the fights begin, and you both say things you never would have suspected each other to be capable of saying. And somewhere in between every little threat and curse word and I hate you, you realize, in a moment of cool, passive clarity, that love is gone, and you're left with nothing but memories and emptiness and hate and bitterness and, maybe, a little bit of yourself, if you're lucky. We are fragile things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8569396847508120126?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8569396847508120126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8569396847508120126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8569396847508120126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8569396847508120126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/sooo-true.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-6321400330722332007</id><published>2007-07-13T15:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T15:12:43.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Giving a Call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaaah. I wanna do something. I wanna earn tons and tons of money and. I wanna be productive. Actually, Im thinking of a nice paying job right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15-20K monthly salary isn’t bad at all. I mean, where the hell in Philippines can you find a 30-day allowance like that? – CALL CENTER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah. Im an anti-call center agent. But on the lighter note, I love their money and the benefits that their willing to give. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey people.. it is just a transient job. And you may develop brain tumor with those “yes goodmorning/afternoon/evening sir/ma’am., Thank you calling (place the company’s name here) My name is (place name here) blahblaaaaah” headset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s mind draining.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the other thing.. I don’t settle for mediocrity. You know.. &lt;em&gt;“Pinoy nga sila.” – kung anong “in” dun sila.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sorry&lt;/strong&gt; callcenter agents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-6321400330722332007?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6321400330722332007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=6321400330722332007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/6321400330722332007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/6321400330722332007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/giving-call.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3849615103686775073</id><published>2007-07-12T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T14:03:13.619-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When im depressed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; I walk. - walk and walk. This is a good therapy (proven. for me, atleast). Don't wear havies.. sayang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Like what I did earlier. Haha! I went out. SM Faaaarview just to walk. Para new place and people around. I hate crowded places (SMF-- but they got it all for you!) so whatdoyousay? Its crowded pa rin. ohmy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; I cut (not myself!) but my hair - Haha! Its all good. I used to do this everytime na nasasad or depressed ako. So, Today.. Sad ako. And most of the time, boycuuuut! It depends on the severity of pain. nyaha! The shortest --more painful. I wanna do something drastic.. like adding some colors sa hair ko or having a nene-hair. I don't care.. It'll grow back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. I treat myself - im such a loner.. I have alot of friends but when im sad, I just wanna be alone. and there. the next thing I know.. No money na. haha! because I treat myself. I love buying things for myself. I ate sa mga restos na i've never been. new places. trip lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;. I cry - sometimes. when needed. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt;. I hug my hotdog pillow - and again, for the much needed comfort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3849615103686775073?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3849615103686775073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3849615103686775073&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3849615103686775073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3849615103686775073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/when-im-depressed.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3081622435609559157</id><published>2007-07-10T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T03:54:42.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your wish is my command.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Secret by Rhonda Byrne --This book is soo amaziiiing. super worth it, man. This book moved me.. spiritually, mentally and emotionally. I mean, this made me realize how to believe in the power of my dreams. Haha! This book has been passed down through the ages and even the greatest philosophers, scientists and other prominent people used this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive learned so many things from this book.. I can't even enumerate them. basta, all i know is i soolove the concept of this book, the stories behind it and even the gratitude stones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before my NLE, we fetch my cousin in galleria. there, i stroll and went to national bookstore. I held a book in my palms. Right then and there, I hurriedly went to the counter without even looking the price of that single book. I don't know..its a like miracle of some sorts. Because when i opened the book, exact dun sa passage na: "The law of attraction is a law of nature. It is as impartial as the law of gravity." goosebumps!! mygawd. I smiled for awhile. a tear was about to fall. haha. babaw. This must be something. Because i remembered Carl Balita when he told that to us.. and that was the only thing that came in my mind. of all the things he told us, yun lang ang natandaan ko clearly. When I held the book, i know (without any hesitations that ill buy it! and yes, i bought it my dear).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this will be one of my favorite books (gawd.. ive had tons of them!). If there's one word to describe this book.. AMAZING! sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I forgot, how about the law of attraction? haha! I am confident enough to say that im an inch closer in achieving my dreams. I can visualize my future in my own mind. and then, Ive discovered that the power to move worlds lies within you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you learn the secret, you will come to know how you can have, be or do anything you want. You will come to know who you really are. You will come to know the true magnificence that awaits you in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you waiting for? Grab one and see it fot yourself.&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/12937857-3081622435609559157?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3081622435609559157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3081622435609559157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3081622435609559157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3081622435609559157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/your-wish-is-my-command.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-1433796745239908702</id><published>2007-07-08T02:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:39:08.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gastritis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;baduuuy amp! badtrip, super sakit. yesterday was the 2nd attack(070707.) and i hate it. ang dami ko pa namang plans on that day. first, yesterday was my cousin's birthday. so,we weren't able to celebrate her 22nd birthday kasi lahat kami nasa Emergency roon (because of me, ofcourse) FYI: sinugod ako sa ER. ang tagal ko nagsuffer from gastritis na leche! 12noon-8pm sobrang namimilipit ako. hala! ayoko ng ganito.. last feb pa yung last attack tas umulit na naman. waaaaah. tas super dami ng gamot na binibigay skin. hindi lang makatanggi kasi sobrang sakit. hindi ko na nga mabilang kung ilang proton pump inhibitor, antacids, anti-ulcer yung ibinigay sakin. hahaaaay. e were supposed to eat dinner na lang (lunch nga dapat eh  punta kaming MOA ata?) e yun.. nung nasa libis na kami, hindi ko talaga kaya tumayo. nakahiga lang ako kay tin all the time. kaya sorry lj, walang nangyari sa birthday mo.. im really sorry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;second, were supposed to watch transformers sa podium with sep and je. date naming 3. waaaah. sohoreh mga pare. may transformers pa naman eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-1433796745239908702?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1433796745239908702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=1433796745239908702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1433796745239908702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1433796745239908702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/gastritis.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7665058464156789574</id><published>2007-07-05T04:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:49:06.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;why change the world if the world is not watching?&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/12937857-7665058464156789574?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7665058464156789574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7665058464156789574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7665058464156789574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7665058464156789574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/why-change-world-if-world-is-not.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8789607035619967872</id><published>2007-07-03T14:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T14:29:00.774-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liar! Liar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't know if you'll understand me. but im hoping that you'll get my message somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey you.. I hate you because you're such a liar. soooo painful (how many times will i suffer from this?). argh. I don't need you anymore. just leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8789607035619967872?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8789607035619967872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8789607035619967872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8789607035619967872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8789607035619967872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/07/liar-liar-i-dont-know-if-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-4056846045478194036</id><published>2007-06-29T04:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T05:57:30.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'm weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kept so many messages in my phone. Thanks to nokia. Haha. I was laughing so hard as I scanned my phone. wooot. I had 500 messages in sent items (deleted!). 5 folders --overflowing with messages. In short, i think i have 2thousand plus plus messages (some of which were nung year 2005 pa) I dunno why im like that. I mean, i read handful of messages over and over.. yet again! and sometimes ended up sobbing or laughing. My little gadget was so trusty for the past years. Hayloveit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some messages from my barkada:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Mga chicks kong magaganda.. sobrang miss ko na kayo. Gudluck sa exams natin, Lam kong kayang kaya natin to. Sabay sabay tayo ggraduate and magwowork. Magtatayo nga tayo ng bahay na may badminton court sa gitna diba? Hehe. Ang dami kong kwento sobra. sensha na kung minsan hindi ako nakakasama.. Dami kasi ginagawa. Haaay guys.. tigang na ko sa inyo. haha! addict pero for real to. Mahal ko kayo.. Alam nyo naman yan. ang lungkot nga pag wala kayo.. Grabe na to ang drama! Lovesomuch mga panget.. Mwah &lt;strong&gt;(-Nadz 2005/07/22)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; Lam mo kaye kahit madami ka na iba, mahal pa din kita! Missyou na! sobra &lt;strong&gt;(-Jayvee 2005/07/22)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; One thing's for sure.. i'd love to see you happy. &lt;strong&gt;(-Labs 2005/07/25)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Pag nagka-anak ka ipangalan mo dooderlein ha? &lt;strong&gt;(-Jayvee 2005/07/26)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Thank You! sobrang salamat talaga sa laha. maliit man or malaki. Miss ko na mga kalokohan natin. ingat ka palagi at matulog ka naman. mmmmmmwah! loveyou &lt;strong&gt;(-Jayvee 2005/09/05)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Magbabasa ka kasi sa susunod at tska isuot mo nga yung salamin mo! Nang hindi ka naliligaw. Haha! &lt;strong&gt;(-Je 2005/09/29)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I missed being with my jokebuddy. Im longing for all of you guys! Mwah&lt;strong&gt; (-Yen 2005/10/13)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; You owe me a belgian waffle topped with cream and caramel! &lt;strong&gt;(-Pam 2005/10/30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; I hate you so much coz the more i hate, the more i love. iloveyou my frog princess &lt;strong&gt;(-Papsy 2005/11/05)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Andito ko sa jollibee eh, kung di na kayo punta uwi na ko. cge, uwi nlang din pala ako. pagod na ko eh.&lt;strong&gt; (-Pam 2005/11/07)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Kakoi! nasayo pala daw yung suklay ko. balik mo na.. di na ko nakaksuklay. hehe! nyt! mishu super &lt;strong&gt;(-Pam 2005/11/26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; Im really happy that we were given a chance to spend time with each other again, I feel great and fulfilled. Thanks for making me feel this way when im with you guys.. Ill miss you again, alot! super! Can't wait for another one of our get togethers. Loveyouall! gudnyt! Take care on your way home! Mwah! &lt;strong&gt;(-Yen 2005/12/03)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Baliw ka! Bakit ka nag donate, kaw nga dapat binibigyan ng dugo eh. &lt;strong&gt;(-Nell 2005/12/08)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; Cge, maski masama loob ko.. haha! Pucha! basta tayo! Thanks a lot jokebuddy, super! Mahal na mahal ko kayo, super din! Hay.. since everyone could wish not only the birthday girl.. I wish that whatever your problem may be, may be settled. I know you and that maskiparang hindi halata. Thanks for all tlaga kakoi.. Love you. Mwah! Mwah! &lt;strong&gt;(-Yen 2005/12/12)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I love you for the reason that i simply love you, no questions asked. iba ka., kayo, tayo. Sadyang inukit para makabuo ng perfect shape.. Putcha! Basta im so lucky that your a part of my life. Thanks for making me feel this happy. Loveyou! Sobra! &lt;strong&gt;(-Yen 2005/12/12)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Guys, miss ko na kayo. sobra! namimimiss ko na yung masayang barkada ko. yung mga nagpapatawa pa kahit na may umiiyak na. namimiss ko na yung mga bonding moments natin. Yung barahan, asaran, lahat2 na. Yung pambabara ni g, yung pagiging inosente ni pam, yung tawa ni kaye and je, yung pagiging pogi ni ken, yung talk about boys with nell, yung asar ni jayvee at yung jokes ni papsy. miss ko na talaga kayo. bakasyon na naman. waaaa! Loveyou guys. mwah! mwah! Gusto ko na kayo makita.. &lt;strong&gt;(-Nadz 2006/03/07)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I watched kailangan kita, at alam mo ba, kamukha mo pala si claudine., amputcha! Ganda talaga ng kaibigan ko, haha! missyou soooo much! mwah! &lt;strong&gt;(-Yen 2006/04/14)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; wahahah, ano? Tay na? bwahaha &lt;strong&gt;(-Yen 2006/04/16)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; Nyaha! pag 21 na ako, paglegal na ako liligawan na kta! bwahaha! &lt;strong&gt;(-Yen 2006/04/16)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Tagal mo kasi hindi nakita si rocky eh. Haha! Cge pahinga ka na zoobud. Seeyou on sat. pag magaling ka na we'll watch your rocky again &lt;strong&gt;(-Pam 2007/01/15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; Kaye! Kakoi! Zoobuddy! Happy Birthday. sana laloka pang sumaya sa buhay coz you're really one of my best buds. iloveyou zoobud. wala pa ding iwanan ha at salamat sa lahat. apir tayo jan! mwah!&lt;strong&gt; (-Pam 2007/06/24)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Happy Birthday dearest jokebuddy! Its been years but i still wish you what I wished for you before coz nothing has changed between us. You'll always be dear and special to me. But i wish more for you, ofcourse., on or after june 24. whole year round para masaya! hehe! alam mo na yun. more to come, for both love and birthdays. wish you all the best. loveyou kaye! bee happy.. happy 21st birthday! mwaaah!&lt;strong&gt; (-Yen 2007/06/24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&gt; I haven't really thanked you for everything you did for me. sobrang lucky ko because i have friends like you. im sorry and thanks so much. iloveyou guys! nytnyt! mwah &lt;strong&gt;(-Ken 2007/06/26)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- i told you, im weird!!&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/12937857-4056846045478194036?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4056846045478194036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=4056846045478194036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4056846045478194036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4056846045478194036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-think-im-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2518487834240578156</id><published>2007-06-27T12:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T12:49:13.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6hours workout. Exhausted. :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2518487834240578156?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2518487834240578156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2518487834240578156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2518487834240578156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2518487834240578156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/6hours-workout.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8006401180383863872</id><published>2007-06-27T10:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T11:10:22.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tama na yan, inuman na.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1.do you drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ofcourse&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2.when was the last time u drank?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;about 2days ago&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3.umiinom ka ba ng gin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Before hindi kasi may allergy ako dun. But now, i guess nawala na siya. Yihaaa! Then ito yung nagpatumba sa akin 2days ago. as in gin bilog (whoa!) and ayun, na-emergency room yung friend ko sa sobrang kalasingan (Alcohol intoxication!!) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4.have you drink vodka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yea. Im flexible -- haha! kahit ano., kahit saan.. Game!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. san ka natutong uminom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ewan. Matagal na yun eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. nalasing ka na ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yep.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. napapakanta ka ba habang lasing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oo. nakakatawa nga eh.. haha!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. favorite song mo pag nalalasingka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Here I am. My way. nyahah! actually, kahit ano.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;9. nainluv ka na ba sa isang kainuman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hell no!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;10. nasuka ka na ba sa inuman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;OO..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;11. tamang age para pwde nang uminom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;14y/o&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;12. fave drinks mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;place na lang pwede? --Drew's. drinks? madami eh.. zombie, el torato, anything the matter?, ginstraw, weng, jerbaxx, red horse, gin (ginebra plus cali apple.. ratio: 1gin bilog:1can of cali), tequila, subzero at madami pang iba..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;13. chaser ng empi??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;water or grape juice na super lamig!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;14. umuwi ka na bang gumagapang dahil sa kalasingan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;In the first place, bakit naman ako gagapang pauwi? edi mag-stay nalang kung saan.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;15. sino ang madalas naghahatid sayo pag lasing ka na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hindi ako umuuwing lasing. period.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;16. ano yung craziest thing na ginawa mo nung lasing ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nung Liquor ban (May 14 2000something!) basta, election yun. pero hindi yung recent election ha. Basta.. may ginawa kami ng mga kabarkada ko pero hindi ko sasabihin. tska sinunog na namin yung proof. wahaha!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;17. may nakahalikan ka na ba nung lasing ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;wala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;18. nakakailang bote ka ng beer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ewan. hindi ko binibilang.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;19. san mig light,strong ice o redhorse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Redhorse extra strong.. ito ang tama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;20. hard drinks o beer lang?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;anything will do.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;21. umiinom ka ba sa bar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Twice pa lang. kasi nung birthday ng ate ni gadz sa citrus, over flowing yung mga mixed drinks. drink all you can. e may sticker kami sooooo.. ayun. basag. haha! i suggest, mag-iced tea na lang kayo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;22. mahal noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;libre eh.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;23. sa pulutan.. sisig o bopis?.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Sisig &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;24. mani o chicha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Lala (alam nyo yan, i hope)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;25. pag umiinom ka ng beer.. sa bote o sa baso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kahit saan. pag mainit yung beer edi sa baso na may yelo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;26. nangaway ka na ba pag lasing ka?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hindi ako warfreak! yung pinsan ko, oo&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;27. nkasakay ka na ba ng lasing sa jeep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oo. from katipunan to taguig. (3 long rides yun ah!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;28. nag jijeep ka ba ng lasing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Minsan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;29. nalabasan ka na ba ng alak sa ilong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hindi pa naman.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;30. nasabi mo na ba sa sarili mo nahindi ka na iinom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&gt; &lt;em&gt;Madaming beses na!&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/12937857-8006401180383863872?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8006401180383863872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8006401180383863872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8006401180383863872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8006401180383863872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/tama-na-yan-inuman-na.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2981972214444748954</id><published>2007-06-23T14:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T15:09:51.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dalawampu't isa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kaarawan. Bow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala namang espesyal na pangyayari. Sa katunayan, nasawi pa kami sa "dapat sanang selebrasyon" ng mga kabarkada ko. Pero ayos lang, masaya naman kahit sa inuman natuloy (meron ba namang birthday na walang inuman?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beinte uno años na ako. Ganito pa din.. Nagbago. well, madaming pagbabago na hindi maiiwasan pero ayoko ng pag-usapan. kung ano man ang nagbago, edi good kasi nag-grow ka as a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa landas na ito.. Madami na akong nadaanan.. minsan istreyt, baliko, kaliwa, kanan. Ganun talaga. Tao lang ako.. natututo at nadadapa. May mga pagkakamali, meron din namang tagumpay. Minsan masaya.. kadalasan nama'y malungkot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayy.. Kahit papaano masaya naman. humihinga at nabubuhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa 21 tao na pananalagi ko sa mundong ito., madami akong nakilala, pinasaya, dinamayan, naka-tagayan, niyakap at minahal. Sa dami nila hindi ko na tuloy alam kung paano ko sila papasalamatan. Salamat at naligaw kayo sa landas ko at ganun din naman ang landas ko sa inyo. Naging masaya at makulay ang pag-angkas ko sa sasakyang ito ng buhay dahil sa inyo. Salamat sa inyo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makakalimutan ko ba naman ang pamilya ko na simula't sapul ay nariyan na para sa akin? Malamang hindi. Sa hirap at ginhawa.. Pamilya muna bago ang lahat. Mahal ko kayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Poong Maykapal.. Salamat sa biyaya ng buhay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2981972214444748954?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2981972214444748954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2981972214444748954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2981972214444748954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2981972214444748954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/dalawamput-isa.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3777404894622979696</id><published>2007-06-20T11:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T11:56:26.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fitness First.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Im baaaaack! Work-out mode! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Yesterday, I did some major walking and running. I think naka 11 rounds ako sa oval (ultra!) wahaha. sakiiit sa thighs and legs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;For two effing years.. (waited for this!) haha! Exagge. Im just soo happy that im bringin my figure (ohhh.. what figure?) back since im wearing my rubber shoes (again!). On the other hand, I felt sad because im alone kanina (yet again! come with me guys!). Im glad because its Fitness First &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;. (other branch this time!) I love fitness and their facilities plus personal trainers and those who are willing to give me a massage after a tiring day in the gym. Super sulit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But I have a little problem here. Haha! I wasn't able to freeze my account (that was 2years ago!). Its surely inactive. With that.. I have to pay my remaining balance pa. Hihi. Help me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3777404894622979696?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3777404894622979696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3777404894622979696&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3777404894622979696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3777404894622979696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/fitness-first.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8599269153696012822</id><published>2007-06-18T14:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T14:47:35.578-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Barya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oraaaayt! Yeah, im a lazy person but I did something good many hours ago (yipeee!) Guess what? what? nyaha. I put the garbage can beside me and I made a little "make over" (if that's the proper way to describe it!) and it's super fun since I've been wanting to do this for sooo long. Yeaaay! I guess the priest (from last night sa EDSA Shrine) was right. walalang. I just want to relate it from what &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be happening around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's the story from yesterday's homily: (uhh - to start with, I forgot the name of the 5 year old boy) Ok.. That's a good start. Haha! I'll make the story brief: Some people called it "Pondo ng Pinoy or bayan(?)" ..Which I've never heard before. Its like putting a 25 cents for every good deed (a day). Its like an OD --Once a Day! As in 25cents lang. (imagine how loooong will it take him to have a hundred bill!) Tagal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, when her mom bring him to her office. Her mom's officemates were giving him bills (20 --or even higher bills) but his negativism touched everyone's heart. "No..No.." ayaw niya. 25cents lang daw. Basta, he's consistent with 25cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, The little boy died because of cancer. Sad no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Parang naging comedy yung dating but it's true and its saaaad. I just don't know how to deliver it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8599269153696012822?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8599269153696012822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8599269153696012822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8599269153696012822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8599269153696012822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/unproductive.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7205877335442818299</id><published>2007-06-16T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T14:13:10.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang Pagbabalik&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Madaming tao ang dumadating at umaalis sa buhay natin. May mga napapadaan lang (isipin niyo na lang kung gaano kabilis maglakad yung iba!),  may nahuhulog, may nadadapa, may nagtatagal at kung ano pa man ang tawag sa kanila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Meron namang iba., Kung gaano sila kabilis dumating, ganoon din sila kabilis umalis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ahh.. ewan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7205877335442818299?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7205877335442818299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7205877335442818299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7205877335442818299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7205877335442818299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/06/ang-pagbabalik-madaming-tao-ang.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5505248041058343182</id><published>2007-05-14T04:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T04:32:25.387-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RkgeOqcCgPI/AAAAAAAAAII/e3-0U3ewQjM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064331018237018354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="177" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RkgeOqcCgPI/AAAAAAAAAII/e3-0U3ewQjM/s400/untitled.bmp" width="193" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VOTE!!! CHIZ ESCUDERO FOR SENATOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5505248041058343182?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5505248041058343182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5505248041058343182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5505248041058343182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5505248041058343182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/vote-chiz-escudero-for-senator.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RkgeOqcCgPI/AAAAAAAAAII/e3-0U3ewQjM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5828329449469992580</id><published>2007-05-06T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T12:09:59.093-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Express it all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Next time. seeyah! imiss my blog. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5828329449469992580?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5828329449469992580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5828329449469992580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5828329449469992580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5828329449469992580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/05/express-it-all.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-1590685401970257015</id><published>2007-04-16T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T10:48:41.085-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moving in.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Packed my things. Will buy some stuff tomorrow. Yeys. ALONE. Independence Day!! -Just read the previous post if you're lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back... SOON! (I promise)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss everyone. mwaaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-1590685401970257015?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1590685401970257015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=1590685401970257015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1590685401970257015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1590685401970257015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/moving-in.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-4748314711787495961</id><published>2007-04-14T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:41:40.079-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On Independence..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Badtrip! Graduate na ko. Ayaw pa rin ako payagan lumipat ng bahay for like 2months lang naman, man. Hindi ba badtrip yun? I mean, with that.. Mas magiging independent ako (Like until now, I hate waking up early in the morning and I find it realllllly nakakasar na hindi ako magising gising). So kanina, eto na naman ang topic. Ang paglisan Ko sa bahay namin. Shiyeeeet! Lagi na lang namin to pinag-aawayan (ng mga nakatatanda.. whoelse?) Haaay. nakakainis lang talaga. Na-open yung topic (again and again) sa gitna ng dinner. Siyempre. Parang debate. Haha. Puro salitaan. Ayoko naman talaga sagutin (si Lolo). Wala sa intensyon ko yun. Kasi minsan lang ako magsalita tapos mahuhurt ko pa siya. Diba ang bad? Kung sa bagay, bad naman talaga ata ako na apo. Pero wala eh, muntik na ko sumabog. Naiiyak na nga ako sa galit eh kaya nagdabog na lang ako and malamang obvious naman nila na galit ako. Kasi naman.. Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar talaga! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My side: (warning: This is madraaaama) --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hindi naman kasi nila ako naiintindihan. I bet, kahit ikaw hindi mo ko maiintindihan. Mahirap ipaliwanag lalu na kung itong pagkakataon na to ang magpapasaya sa akin. I need some space. Ayoko sa bahay. Gusto ko lang maging independent and makapag-focus clearly sa future ko. I wanna learn. learn. learn. I wanna win this game. (what game?). Gusto ko ng tahimik na place. Just alone. Ako lang talaga, promise. Para makapag-isip. Matuto. Lahat naaaa. Basta gusto ko to!!!! Puta! Parang awa nyo na, eto lang ang hinihiling ko. Hindi ako nanghingi ng grad gift or anything.. eto lang talaga. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Their side: (Lolo, Lola and Mommy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walang gigising sayo. Walang magluluto. Walang magpplantsa ng damit. Walang maglalaba. Paano kung bigla kang nagkasakit? Kung akyatin ka ng mga magnanakaw at i-rape ka? Hindi safe yung place. Magulo. Mahirap mag-isa. Nakakatakot. Paano pag nag-brown-out? Hindi mo kaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay, I appreciate your concerns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2months lang, please. I wanna be independent. I wanna do this. sure, pumasok sa isip ko yung paglalayas (haha!) ang babaw but that's true. Pero matagal na yun. Nevermind. Naisip ko kasi, pag naglayas ka.. It doesn't mean na magiging totally independent ka. Kasi hahanapin ka nila.. then papauwiin. No choice ka naman since you're not capable. Edi dating gawi lang. Mas hihigpit pa sila.. right? Balewala din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gusto ko lang talaga ma-feel yung like im ALL Alone. As in ALONE. (well, im always alone naman talaga.. emotionally!) Para alam ko yung gagawin ko pag lahat ng tao nawala sa paligid ko (which is possible). Because right now, All i really have is Myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tapos gusto ko rin gumising isang araw.. magtimpla ng kape. Magbasa. Tapos malaman ko na wala pala akong perang pang-kain at wala akong matakbuhan. Parang.. Hala, anong gagawin ko? Paano ako mabubuhay? Crisis ampu. Ang labo, pare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gusto ko lang talaga mapag-isa.&lt;/span&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/12937857-4748314711787495961?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4748314711787495961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=4748314711787495961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4748314711787495961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4748314711787495961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/on-independence.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8687608763798853484</id><published>2007-04-12T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:16:42.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/Rh4rkUWxrSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UFq6hoceCjM/s1600-h/kada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052523734895799586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 435px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/Rh4rkUWxrSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UFq6hoceCjM/s400/kada.JPG" width="444" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOVELOVELOVEYOU GUYS... SOOO MUCH. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mwaaaaaah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can't wait for another bonding session.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unending gossips about something something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;being "groupies".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dancing all night long.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;drinking. drinking. drinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;moviedates.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GINUNY (haha! yen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;playing billiards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piggin out somewhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;anywhere as long as we're together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;missin you, guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Laurene Zaragoza Lu. Pamela Cuenco Friginal. Jerlyn Magbiro Alipala. Mary Nell Santiago Magpayo. Kennylyne dela Cruz Dayao. Maria Nadine Kristeen Garcia Esmedullar. Marvin Glenn Simon. Jesus Antonio Mendoza Valdezco. John Angelo Minglana.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8687608763798853484?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8687608763798853484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8687608763798853484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8687608763798853484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8687608763798853484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/Rh4rkUWxrSI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UFq6hoceCjM/s72-c/kada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7633475540693053601</id><published>2007-04-12T07:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T07:33:18.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hell-Ooooow! Im Back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Gaah. I can't believe im actually staying at home for (ohmygod, how many days na?). Okay, well. That means madami akong kwento. nah, not really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of school na ko. yeys! FYI: Graduated last April 3. So., Im a fresh grad now and will be living like a pro (soon). Kudos to those people I've met along the way. To many to mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. It just feels sooo good to have someone na super proud sayo (hi, Mom!) and my family, ofcourse. Hmm.. as expected, My mom didn't went home for that special event but its okay (really) mom. I understand. And You should be smiling by now. Not crying. Okieee? Because when she called the day after my grad, she was like crying and I was just listening to her. Im a softie too.. (huhu!) naiiyak na din ako so, I gave the phone to Lolo na lang and pretended tham im sleepy since its past 6am pa lang. but i never really let those emotions come into my system. look Mum, no tears. Your daughter is emotionally strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. I came up with this Pre-School to College survey by my cousin's friend. Haaay. nakakamiss. Everything. Studying (oh, i hated it!). Breaks. Tambay. Cutting. Nyaaaaha! BBBBYYYE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7633475540693053601?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7633475540693053601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7633475540693053601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7633475540693053601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7633475540693053601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/04/hell-ooooow-im-back-gaah.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8694273247185568166</id><published>2007-03-29T06:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T09:09:57.330-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. One book that changed your life.&lt;br /&gt;- The Purpose Driven Life by Rick Warren. This book made me (even) closer to God. I thought I lost my faith.. but when I started reading it for 40 consecutive days with the use of the old mighty bible from my Tita's table..My life has changed. Also a lifesaver. I am not an accident and still trying to figure out what God had planned for me, who I truly am and who I'll become in his own likeness. Yehes. I may not be a Devout Catholic nor a full-pledged Christian, but I can say that I have my Faith and I'll live with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. One book you have read more than once.&lt;br /&gt;-J.D. Salinger's The Catcher in The Rye. and A Walk To Remember by Nicholas Sparks. The Catcher was like a book analysis back in High School (soo.. how many years ago?) ..Nevermind. I used to read it over and over.. yet again. haha! I think I've read it thrice. but I can't remember the storrrry. fuck that! All I know is I considered that as one of my favorite books.. I even wrote side comments on that little white book. And oh, i also encircled some words. ha,ha! Funny me. So, I think I hafta read this book again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk to remember --I read that years before the movie was shown (Mandy Moore!). Jamie Sullivan and Landon Carter? and the miracles, huh? I loved the book. and the movie is quite different from what i've read. So eons after watching the movie, I read it again feeling ko kasi may namiss akong part eh.. yun, wala pala. iba lang talaga yung movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. One book you would want on a desert island.&lt;br /&gt;-The Valkyries by P. Coelho..the book was fine. I just thought of it because the cover of the book is a desert island. haha! Just kiddin. :-D It's not right to define a book by its cover. anyways.. Ano kaya? Okay, here's a better catch: Pablo Neruda's Literary works. I soo love Neruda. I want his compilation para ma-inspire ako to do something like ng ginawa niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. One book that made you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;-Bob Ong makes a lot of sense. Parang napapa-OO nga noh ako after with his dirty but real thoughts. ABNKKBSNPLK?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. One book that made you cry.&lt;br /&gt;- Hmmm.. still thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. One book you wish had been written.&lt;br /&gt;- Dekada `70. I loved the freedom. Lualhati Bautista minces no worlds. Its a moving documentary. Every concerned citizen should read it! (as if i am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. One book you wish had never been written.&lt;br /&gt;- Microbiology and Parasitology by oh-i-forgot-his-name. Like i was in hell when we were obliged to memorize innumerable viruses, bacterias, parasites, fungi, putaaaa. yeys! past is past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. One book you are currently reading.&lt;br /&gt;- Love in the Time of Cholera. I was desperate, I know. Gabriel Marquez is supeeeeerb even dun sa Of love and other demons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. One book you have been meaning to read.&lt;br /&gt;- Virgin Suicides, Zahir by Coelho or a Murakami book because it has been on my wishlist for way too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8694273247185568166?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8694273247185568166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8694273247185568166&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8694273247185568166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8694273247185568166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/1.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2991824181410625191</id><published>2007-03-27T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T12:31:17.982-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Disturbed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hello. Im disturbed (as in Marissa Cooper). wala lang. nakakabwisit lang talaga. ewan.. tas sobrang laki ng galit ko sa mundo. talagang raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar! Ang hirap talagang intindihin ng mga tao, noh? I can't even understand myself (at times). Parang sa sobrang dami ng iniisip ko.. sobrang daming unquestionable things na napapadpad sa utak ko.. ayan tuloy. parang nag-ooverload na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Mom even told me that i am moody. nyek! First time lang ako sabihan ng ganyan then my mum pa. kasi hindi naman talaga ako moody. Meron lang times na gusto ko lang mag-isa and ayokong may kumakausap sakin kasi lumilipad talaga utak ko kaya im glad that i can open myself up in public through writing. because if not, naku! sasabog talaga ako. BOOM! BOOM! ang dami ko gustong sabihin.. SHIYEEEEEEEEEET!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Anyway.. Lahat naman sumasabog eh tulad ng dynamite. Gusto mo sindihan ko? wag na lang. Baka may matamaan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2991824181410625191?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2991824181410625191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2991824181410625191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2991824181410625191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2991824181410625191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/disturbed.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-1874281479613278891</id><published>2007-03-22T10:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:15:46.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If You Forget Me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by Pablo Neruda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how this is:&lt;br /&gt;if I look at the crystal moon,&lt;br /&gt;at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;br /&gt;if I touch near the fire the impalpable ashor&lt;br /&gt;the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;br /&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;br /&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;br /&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;br /&gt;were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;br /&gt;Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If suddenly you forget me do not look for me,&lt;br /&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;br /&gt;the wind of banners that passes through my life,&lt;br /&gt;and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,&lt;br /&gt;remember that on that day, at that hour,&lt;br /&gt;I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land.&lt;br /&gt;But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness,&lt;br /&gt;if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;br /&gt;ah my love, ah my own, in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;br /&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved,&lt;br /&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms without leaving mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-1874281479613278891?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1874281479613278891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=1874281479613278891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1874281479613278891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1874281479613278891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/if-you-forget-me-by-pablo-neruda-i-want.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-211010646425021404</id><published>2007-03-21T07:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T07:19:31.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Realization:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;must remove the "s". ahihi. Fine. I've read my entries 37648 years ago and I should say that i am not publishing enough sense in my blog. Im sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Forgive me for that. By the way, mas may sense yung mga writings ko when I first opened this account. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-211010646425021404?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/211010646425021404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=211010646425021404&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/211010646425021404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/211010646425021404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/realization-must-remove-s.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-1338967330913661255</id><published>2007-03-20T03:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T03:58:50.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang iniiiiiit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Putcha! ang init talaga and i hate it. Im all alone dito sa bahay e walang magawa. umalis sila lahat.. waaah! Nakatapos na ko ng 2 movies ngayong day na to. tapos Sep texted me last night, inuman daw ngayon. Tuloy pero humindi ako. wala lang., katamad eh. Sa España pa.. layo! oh well, kahit saan naman malayo ang bahay ko. But right now bored ako dito and walang kasama so.. I'll think about it. mamayang gabi pa naman ang kasiyahan eh. Tapos baka sa pad na ng cousin ko ako matulog (yehes! planado) since malapit lang sa España yun. O diba.. 60-40 chances. It depends na lang kung antukin ako kasi 5am na ko nakatulog at ginising pa ako ng maaga. Waaaah. Si Lolo talaga! badtrip kung minsan. A pamper day for the pumpkins tomorrow. Much deserve Spa. haaaay. can't wait. tapos on friday.. Yehey! im soo excited! oo na, excited talaga ako. Pam, Yen, Na, Ching, Gadz, Nell, Je (?), Etads, etc.. will be there sa Eastwood kasi groupie ako at dinamay ko sila. haha. :-D seeyah!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-1338967330913661255?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1338967330913661255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=1338967330913661255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1338967330913661255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1338967330913661255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/ang-iniiiiiit-putcha-ang-init-talaga.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-805644093808651854</id><published>2007-03-19T14:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:19:12.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The road is twisted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I had a serious conversation with my Mom. Family matters.. blahblah. and its really good to have someone. Just basically listening to what you have to say. What happens inside the family stays with the family.. right? It's really hard. Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My Mom had an operation (chole). Her liver was inflammed and the stones had pus. Excruciating pain (malamang!). Thank God, she's okay na. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;My tito came home with a bad news kanina. My cousin was robbed infront of his school at Katipunan. another Haaay! e yun.. binasag yung backseat window tas kinuha yung 2 laptop. E sa friend niya yung isang laptop. ano ba yan., nakakasad lang talaga mga pangyayari. Hay naku talaga! Raaaaar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday, we watched (Lj, Tin and I) 300. Its a good movie. Gusto ko talagang mawatch tong film pero I know na ayaw nila pero napapayag ko din. hehe in the end, nagandahan din sila. buti naman. I love the cinematography. galing. You know what., May nag-clap inside the movie house when the Queen killed McBastard. wala lang, very unusual lang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Few hours ago, I watched Little Miss Sunshine. The story is about a hilarious family. Olive (the baby in the family) has a dream. And her family wants her dream to come true. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are two kinds of people in this world.. The winners and losers. Inside each and everyone of you at the very core of your being.. ..is a winner waiting to be awakened and unleashed upon the world and to go out and make your dreams come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;No hesitation. No complaining. No complaining&lt;/span&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/12937857-805644093808651854?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/805644093808651854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=805644093808651854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/805644093808651854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/805644093808651854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/road-is-twisted.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7157811278391722496</id><published>2007-03-16T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T07:45:22.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So far..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Nyaha! as you can see, i have a new template. like what's the big deal? And because of that, i am sad. wuhuhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Changing everything (as in the whole package) is not-so-good. Especially when you have regrets on what you did or didn't do. Ooops, what's with this unusual change? okai, im just talking about my blog. and im not bragging about it. but looks like ive opened a new topic. talking from blog template to changes? ..That's ridiculous! forgive me for that one. I can't help it. I'll talk more on changes next time. (its just that im busy working on some things around, organizing everything and been online for like 5hrs. or more). no wonder, my red stained glasses turned pink. just kiddin. and oh, i hate pink. haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Right now, im uploading pics in my multi. if you're one of my contacts, you can view them all because some of them or should i say most of the new ones (pictures!) are limited for friends only. and im having a hard time to upload them all. Rawr! I think I have more than 5oo pics to upload and i haven't erased the previous pics yet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yesterday.. we had a date. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm soo happy for you Pam! :-D kakainggit! kakakilig! haha! I told you, fairytales do come true., Princess Jasmine. Thank God, you listened to your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7157811278391722496?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7157811278391722496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7157811278391722496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7157811278391722496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7157811278391722496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-6551781358676913550</id><published>2007-03-14T04:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T06:20:23.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Finally!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;say goodbye to nasty professors. 8hr duty. super major boring classes. the white uniform. minors na paimportante. my brown shoes (haha!). kopyahan. corruption. que barbaridad. chismisan. long breaks. Spanish class. thesiiiis. petitions. summer class. rotations everywhere. poker. sugal. in between. JR. jerma's. asaran. coffee. heart to heart talk. McDo. KFC. Right way. isaw. si manong at manang. gateway. sermon ni sir ng 8am. bastaaa. super dami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna miss my pumpkins. Meryll Sydney Argonza, Donna Marie Mallari, Maurizze Kyzzer Parocha. :-D loveyouall! date! date!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has changed in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madami akong natutunan sa buhay. yehesss. chessy as it may sound, but that's true. I guess I just have to deal with life lessons and finally, I AM LEARNING. Madami akong nakilala.. Some of them are real and others are not. I mean, Let's face it.. madaming plastikkkk sa mundong ito. yeah, heard it right. Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. and if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them too even when you're in the dark. And now I know who my real friends are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the drama. anyways.. :-D Gonna miss them all. --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jayvee&lt;/strong&gt; na kabarkada eversince na never ako iniwan at laging umaasa sa secretary nya (ako yun!) haha. grabe, lakas nito magsugal pero magaling. magbagong buhay ka na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meryll &lt;/strong&gt;one of the pumpkins. kasundo ko sa almost lahat ng bagay. heart to heart to the maxxx. im thankful na okay na lahat ngayon. :-D si meh, kung tumawa walang tunog. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don&lt;/strong&gt; my strength and my cure. one of the pumpkins din. i consider her as one of the truest friends ive ever had. if im down, sa kanya ako tumatakbo and she's always there naman to touch my heart. pusycaaaat! "hellooooooooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kyzzer&lt;/strong&gt; haha RG pa ha! matakaw siya pero super payat. as in kaya niya 6rice. :-D omg! i dunno kung saan niya nilalagay yun. madami siyang boylets. hahah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drei &lt;/strong&gt;boyfriend ng pumpkinss. i think, si Andrei na ang pinkamabait and gentleman sa lahat ng boys. wala lang.. if we have problems, yan lagi siyang nandiyan for us even sa mga advice na pang love. kaya were super thankful coz may guy na tulad niya na super trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ate Anne&lt;/strong&gt; crush ko si Anthony!! super bait ni ate anne coz every tuesday, nandun kami sa house nila. demure and may poise. haha. super slow niya magsalita na super cute. madami na siyang napagdaan sa buhay and im sure, if you need anyone na makakausap.. si te anne yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bul&lt;/strong&gt; na super maloko, masarap kasama. "The Pen is mightier than the sword". magaling magdrawing, bassist, chalempoooooy na adik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Earl&lt;/strong&gt; na super taba taba the pisngi, makulit, ang gwapo kasi eh at higit sa lahat eto ang kapatid ko dahil magkamukha kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marts&lt;/strong&gt; na mayabang na sa sobrang yabang e ang laki ng ulo. haha! joke, anak mayaman kasi. sorry naman. pero mabait yan and nanlilibre. yehey! sorry sa spanish., hindi kita na-sharean:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Willow&lt;/strong&gt; na medyo perfectionist and may consistency. haha. lagi niya ko pinapagalitan pag may nagagawa akong mali. madaming kwento na rin ang na-share namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-6551781358676913550?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6551781358676913550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=6551781358676913550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/6551781358676913550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/6551781358676913550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/finally-say-goodbye-to-nasty-professors.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2325972790159417183</id><published>2007-03-05T13:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-05T14:17:23.753-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Justice Denied.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaah. I used to update this blog. But now, ewan. Parang tinamad ako since fucked up yung template ko and It'll take several months or even years (kidding) to make a new one! Its okaaaay. I know. I'll try to focus na lang on more important aspects. Like.. Hmmmm.. Thinking? Paternalism? Reinforcement? Money? Boards? Cases (good thing, im done) Elections? Haha! Itanim sa Senado, amputa! nakakaloko ang gago :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im not a good citizen of The Republic of The Philippines. wala lang. Tama naman. Im not even a registered voter. So, what else can I do (except reading the Phil. Constitution)? Naks! Sometimes, I wanna be a lawyer. :-D To defend the rights of other people and legislate bills into law. If that's the case then I'll be dealing with ethical dilemmas, moral reasoning, malpractice, negligence, legal issues, unlawful acts, Torts, punishment, Reclusion perpetua, Miranda doctrine, subpoena duces tecum, etc.. In short, I'll be a weapon of the court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywaaaays. I told you, madami akong iniisip. Pati ba naman problema ng bansa? haha! Kaya I can't blame my friends whenever I saw them laughing infront of my face. Pang-aasar pa after. Kasi, lagi akong tulala and parang &lt;em&gt;hoy kaye, ano na namang iniisip mo?&lt;/em&gt; Sa sobrang dami, hindi ko na alam kung ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to focus na lang muna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2325972790159417183?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2325972790159417183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2325972790159417183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2325972790159417183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2325972790159417183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/03/justice-denied.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8200624245300719115</id><published>2007-02-25T08:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T11:05:01.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I saw the "Signs"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. This is kinda weird.. i know. Haha! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was riding a car yesterday (hmm.. saturday to be exact) then.. I got bored after listening to some unknown music. House kasi and the music isn't lovely at all. Btw, I was an hour and a half late for my 300 item comprehensive exam. I know.. Grabe talaga! So when i was about to sleep due to traffic.. "hindi pwede matulog kasi may test and presence of mind dapat!" There. Instead of sleeping, i just asked myself.. I mean, asking my inner self quietly and calmly. haha. Weird things. Those questions that are not worth asking at all. Then, answering it unconsciously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first question: &lt;em&gt;Naririnig ba ako ni God?&lt;/em&gt; I mean, this is kinda weird because I should not question the morality of the church. But this question in my mind has not been answered for the longest time. Im a Catholic. Im not bad. I believe in God. And I have my faith. So.. Just before passing Maria Clara street in Banaue, i closed my eyes. I prayed and asked for a sign. If God is there and really listening to me, i would see 2 freely flying birds outside my window. This is weird but this made me smile.. Because when i opened my eyes, may bird (isa lang. i was asking for 2..remember?) So i frowned. Then, while watching that little bird in the sky, another bird came (that makes them 2) and joined the bird na tinitignan ko. Yehey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that wasn't enough. ang bad ko no? ..I asked for another sign. I told myself that birds are everywhere and you can find them flying (malamang!) anytime.. except sa grounds. So.. That leads to my second sign. If God is really listening to me and my weirdness i would see birds (again) in the grounds. As what i've done earlier (closing my eyes and asking for a sign) Grabe. This really made my day. Because when i opened my eyes.. I saw alot of birds. They are from the sky or maybe from heaven. Parang, just landed. makikita mo pa talagang lumalapag sila sa lupa from the tree or sa sky. then lahat ng madaanan namin na tignan ko, waaaaaaah. ang daming ibon sa grounds. This is amazing. and that freaked me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know He's always up there. Listening. Watching. Guiding. Protecting. All knowing. lahat lahat na. :-D I don't need to ask for signs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second question: haha. I know i should get my life back and learn how to breathe. So, the second question.. Hmmm. No, I wouldn't tell you what my question was. &lt;em&gt;akin na lang yun, bro&lt;/em&gt;. :-D Then, ofcourse God answered my question. Malabo pero i know he's listening. But i don't know what that meant though the sign was an inch away from what im really asking for. Haaaay. Too much for signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first place, i should never question the existence of God.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8200624245300719115?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8200624245300719115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8200624245300719115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8200624245300719115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8200624245300719115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-saw-signs-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5544399884186041619</id><published>2007-02-22T07:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T08:24:52.565-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Light up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mygawd. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;init ng ulo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ko these past few days. Hotter than the weather. SUMMER!! i hate the sun.. but i love summer. Summer Roberts. haha. joking. i love Seth. Going back.. (my 75 y/o grandma loves the O.C) and i wanna live in Newport. enough, Katrina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in you wouldn't even dare to sit near by my side. and worse, have a conversation with me since i can't even concentrate. Gaaaah. I don't know what's wrong with me or if ive been thinking too much lately. Im a silent type but this time, im becoming louder. i dunno, masyado lang ata nahahalata ng ibang tao na badtrip ako. well, its pretty obvious naman if im not in a good mood. As in kulang na lang magwala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then right now, its kinda depressing. wala lang, depressed eh. Can't do anything about it. Im suffering (for a week na!) from major siiipon and low-grade fever. Don't you just hate the feeling? Lord, Help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, we watched &lt;strong&gt;Music and Lyrics&lt;/strong&gt;.. Mygawd! No offense ha! But i didn't like the movie. (not at all) Kasi, feeling ko nonsense and puro talk lang ginawa ni Drew and Hugh. so.. I slept inside the movie house. Its boring and that's the greatest thing you can do for yourself. haha! But i heart the song they made in the movie and lately, I've been hearing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, We watched an &lt;strong&gt;Epic movie&lt;/strong&gt;. haaaay. ano ba! Wake up, directors!! :-D Okay, i saw the trailer when i watched Music and Lyrics.. and i thought (just a thought!) that this movie will be fun since Jack Sparrow and Willy Wonka is there. Johnny Depp. woohoo! Grabe. After watching the movie.. GRABE! GRABE talaga! Ang sagwaaaaa! Shiiit. Flat affect faces you've got there. No reactions at all. then, mass (ash wednesday kaya) with the rest of the barkada. :-D i enjoyed the listening. i cursed the movie. I will never watch a non-sense movie again. EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess im just PMS-ing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5544399884186041619?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5544399884186041619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5544399884186041619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5544399884186041619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5544399884186041619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/light-up-again.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3375538096893465280</id><published>2007-02-17T07:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-17T08:46:50.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sagot ko ang kwento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe. feeling ko ang tagal ko nawala. Feeling lang. kaya kwento na lang muna. aryt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung Tuesday (Feb.13) ..tama ba? So, isang araw bago mag araw ng mga puso. yun naman. ;-D akala mo may ka-date ako? wala no. hindi ko kailangan ng ka-date para maging memorable yung valentines ko. Anyways.. ayun. after ng 7pm class namin, nag-plan sila meh ng inuman. Pero kaming tatlo lang nila donna. &lt;strong&gt;PUMPKINS &lt;/strong&gt;eh. akala ko plain inuman lang. as in inom..lagok..pulutan..kwento. Pero hindi. kakaiba ito. nakakatawa. nakakabobo. nakakaaliw. nakakaiyak. sobrang laughtrip. Hindi pwedeng hindi ka matawa sa mga ikkwento ko. Pero huwag ka mag-alala, hindi ko naman ikkwento ng detalye dito kaya hindi ka matatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakita pa nga ni meh yung kaibigan niya. e nung pagdating namin sa katipunan e lasing na yung kaibigan niyang yon. 3 lang din sila. (uso ba ang tatlo?) haha. Pupunta pa daw silang UP fair pero sabi ko na lang sa sarili ko, hindi sila matutuloy kasi nga lasing na yung babae. Hindi pa man namin nakakalahati yung 2litro, sobrang lasing na lasing na yung babae (ayoko siyang pangalanan). kaya pabalik-balik siya papuntang kubeta na inaalalayan ng isa pang babaeng lasing. Ayun pa lang, sobrang laughtrip na. Pasensya na kung sobrang pinagtwanan ka namin (e katawa-tawa naman talaga!). Ayun. edi inalagaan lang namin yung mga lasing kasi 2 na silang K.O. at nakakaawa yung isa nilang kaibigan na hindi alam kung paano sila iuuwi. Yung isa taga Commonwealth tapos yung isa sa Cainta. Ginawa namin lahat ng magagawa namin. binuhat para lang makapag-pahinga, kumuha ng yelo at pinunasan ang katawan para magising kahit papaano, humingi ng tubig para makainom, kumuha ng timba para sukahan ng dalawang lasing na babae at tumawag sa mga kakilala. ano ba.. nakakaaliw talaga panuorin ang mga lasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinayaan muna namin silang makapag-pahinga ng kaunti. Bumalik kami sa mesa ni meh at pinagpatuloy ang naiwang inumin. =s. medyo bumilis ang pag-inom namin. kasi napagod kami kaya kinailangang uminom ng madami. haha! hindi pa man ubos ang isang dalawang litro, pinuntahan kami ni manong at sinabing "Last order na po Ma'am.." GREAT! Kung tutuusin, kami na lang pala ang tao doon. lahat ay umuwi na ng lasing. 3 na lang kaming masayang naghahalakhalakan habang sila'y nagwawalis. Ayun. Edi umorder na kami ng isa pa. Hindi naman namin minadali, bahala sila maghintay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, teka.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alas dose&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; na pala.. &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S MY DEAR PUMPKINS&lt;/strong&gt;! sabay yakapan na ng mahigpit. Pero bago pa man mag alas dose, kanina pa rin kami nagkkwentuhan tungkol sa buhay, pamilya, pag-ibig, lahat lahat lahat na. masasayang at malulungkot na kwento. Halo-halo. Ganito naman kaming tatlo eh, ilagay mo kami sa isang lugar ay mabubuhay kami sa kwentuhan. masyado marami lang talagang  problemang dumadating at kailangan ng karamay. kailangan namin ang isa't-isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na maalala yung pinagkkwentuhan namin ng bigla na lang kaming nag-iiiyak. hagulgol. Pero ang naalala ko lang bigla na lumapit silang tatlo saakin at yumakap ng mahigpit. Haha. ano yun? secret. na-touched lang kasi ako sa kwento ni donna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don: yung daddy ko ang unang nagbigay sa akin ng flowers ng Valentine's day. kasi sabi niya, gusto daw niya na siya yung unang guy na magbibigay sa akin ng flowers &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kaye: Awww. I wish meron din akong daddy. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meh &amp; Don: Awwwww.. *sabay yakap ng mahigpit*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, lahat na kami umiiyak. wala lang, nakakatawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narinig ata ni manong yung iyakan namin kaya lumapit na naman siya. Tatlo o apat na beses ata siya lumapit sa table namin at nakikiusap na magsasarado na sila dahil 2am na. Kaya yun, umalis na kaming tatlo. Pero bitin eh. Lumipat lang kami ng ibang inuman. Kaunting lakad lang, nandun na kami. sa Cantina lang naman. bukas pa sila eh. kaya dun na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumobra ang ingay naming tatlo. kahit na 3 lang kami, parang sampung tao yung nag-uusap, nagkkwentuhan at naghahalakhakan. hahaha. nagalit ata yung mga katabi namin. tapos kumakanta pa kami kahit wala sa tono at iniba yung mga salita. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na alam kung paano kami nakauwi sa bahay nila donna. Pagkagising ko, sobrang sakit ng ulo ko at suka ako ng suka. Ang tagal ko na rin kasing hindi umiinom eh. ayan tuloy. pati si meh, suka rin ng suka. sukahan session nga yun eh. benta. buti na lang nalabas ko lahat. tapos yung damit ko puro suka.. kadiri! Buong suka pa talaga. parang hindi ko nginuya yung mga kinain ko at buo silang lumabas sa bibig ko. hahaha. Buti na lang walang litrato kasi sobrang kahihiyan yun. Tapos gusto namin ni meh kumain ng noodles, kasi sobrang sama talaga ng pakiramdam namin. e walang noodles. sinigang na lang daw tutal may sabaw. Grabe yun. sabaw. sabaw ang utak ko dun. natulog lang kami buong araw. :-D o diba, valentines na valentines wala ako sa bahay at nakikitulog sa ibang bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos galit pa ata sa akin si yen.. kasi may dinner date dapat kami ng Feb.14. Hindi ko kaya tumuloy kasi nga ang sama ng pakiramdam ko at pag umuwi ako sa bahay, malamang hindi na ako papayagan umalis kasi gabi na rin ako nakauwi..  Sorry na. babawi talaga ako. Napahaba ata ang kwento ko. Pasensya na.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3375538096893465280?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3375538096893465280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3375538096893465280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3375538096893465280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3375538096893465280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/sagot-ko-ang-kwento.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3514194137390198057</id><published>2007-02-12T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T09:27:27.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You never came.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost v-day. *sigh*.. When you're single, You'll never look forward to valentine's day. So, now im pathetic. Haaay. Do you even know the feeling? It's kinda hard to explain. Not because I am jealous because i don't have "someone" right now (that special person, i mean) but because secret. &lt;em&gt;sa akin na lang yun.&lt;/em&gt; Lovebirds everywhere. Expect Heavy traffic. Reservations anywhere. colourful bouquets, chocolates, expensive jewelries, heart shaped things, mushy stuffs, the color red.. Then, they have this Feb thingy: The Closer, the better. :-D Okay, so much with that. My heart is bloody, but unbowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not bitter. haha. I am.. Incomplete. If you want to put it that way. and now, im being honest. haha. I guess I’m just a riddle wrapped in a mystery inside. Oh, same old crap. I am really happy for those people who have already found the love of his/her life. nyaak! Yehey! *keeeees* *keeees* :-D Im not kidding. I am even Happier because we are able to express our deepest love through our emotions (for some people who still haven't found them yet.. they will come. and let's not forget the family that brought us here) And hey, they love us. Spread some LOVE. LOVE. LOVE. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You wanna know the &lt;strong&gt;History of Love? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once upon a time there was a boy who lived in a house across the field from a girl who no longer exists. They made up a thousand games. She was Queen and he was King. In the autumn light, her hair shone like a crown. They collected the world in small handfuls. When the sky grew dark they parted with leaves in their hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering. When they were ten he asked her to marry him. When they were eleven he kissed her for the first time. When they were thirteen they got into a fight and for three weeks they didn't talk. When they were fifteen she showed him the scar on her left breast. Their love was a secret they told no one. He promised her he would never love another girl as long as he lived. What if I die? she asked. Even then, he said. For her sixteenth birthday he gave her an English dictionary and together they learned the words. What's this? he'd ask, tracing his index finger around her ankle, and she'd look it up. And this? he'd ask, kissing her elbow. Elbow! What kind of word is that? and then he'd lick it, making her giggle. What about this? he asked, touching the soft skin behind her ear. I don't know, she said, turning off the flashlight and rolling over, with a sigh, onto her back. When they were seventeen they made love for the first time, on a bed of straw in a shed. Later - when things happened that they could never have imagined - she wrote him a letter that said: When will you learn that there isn't a word for everything?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;-&lt;em&gt;Nicole Krauss&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3514194137390198057?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3514194137390198057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3514194137390198057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3514194137390198057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3514194137390198057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-never-came.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3862545189694151297</id><published>2007-02-10T02:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T02:05:21.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, i am writing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is funny. I mean, no. not funny (not at all). wala lang. This is sooo High school. Okay, been there. With all the rumors and stuff.. Haha. So, what's up everyone? Salamat ha. Thank you for letting the whole "black" people know how stupid you are. Too bad, you weren't on my contacts. :-D You know what? ..I've had enough. Stop claiming that YOU (do you want me to point my dirty finger sa face mo?) Now what? Is that all you can say? &lt;em&gt;Madaldal ka diba? E bakit hindi mo sabihin lahat? E pano mo nga naman masasabi kung hindi mo naman talaga alam yung tunay na kwento. O may kwento ba talaga? E mukhang ikaw lang ang gumagawa eh. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3862545189694151297?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3862545189694151297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3862545189694151297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3862545189694151297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3862545189694151297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/now-i-am-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7944131625521677122</id><published>2007-02-10T01:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:04:05.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just how naked do we have to get?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--I am a terrible person. Told ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. Today is not a very nice day. and wtf! I am blogging? I don't have anything to write. Soo. am i giving enough justice? I don't think so. I wanna go out. as in totally OUT. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. I dunno.. I've been lazy like hell (obviously). This blog is boring. I am boring. BORING. Haha! So, what? At least im having fun with Seth and Captain Oats. Tssss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7944131625521677122?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7944131625521677122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7944131625521677122&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7944131625521677122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7944131625521677122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-how-naked-do-we-have-to-get-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-2925047326173558028</id><published>2007-02-05T10:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T11:04:05.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PLUGging&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not lucky today. too exhausted to elaborate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tune in to magic89.9.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-2925047326173558028?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/2925047326173558028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=2925047326173558028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2925047326173558028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/2925047326173558028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/plugging-i-am-not-lucky-today.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7883960607566668854</id><published>2007-02-03T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T15:46:27.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seriously?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still tryin to figure out if this computer can eat me. I almost raaaaaaaaaaawr! HTML is super badtrip. im working here for 3hours. tsktsk. i seriously need a help cos im becoming a psycho. haha. kidding. oh well, i wanna finish this thing (i mean my template..) How can i finish it.. IF i CANNOT NOT NOT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im so tired. I wanna share some kwento pa naman. :D okay, ill make a brief one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO.. today, i met up with nell, yen and pam. Yun lang. kidding. we hang out. storiess. coffee. blahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REWIIIND.. Okay, let's go back to the scenario, my friend. Nell and I saw Andrei, Willow, Kitel &amp; Metoy in E.rod. :-D Then, saw etads in E.Rod din. enough. so, while walking like a constipated chicken in the small town of Morato, someone from our back: BEEEEP! BEEP! haha. i almost cursed the driver.. but when i saw the plate number., ohmy si earl pala with pacqz and alvin. Tss. Edi yun, i texted him. when we reached the place (starbucks, tomas) ..whereelse? i saw willow, kitel and metoy. sheeesh. Oh, wait.. (i almost forgot na brief nga lang pala!) i saw kuya mark din. Then, when we went up to find a spot, There were 4 girls standing near our table. I know they're gonna ask us several questions since the other girl was holding a video cam. interview. but wait, before the interview happened.. i asked the girl in yellow if her name is maan. Rude ba? haha. Familiar yung face so i asked her na lang.. and yeah, si maan nga! mygawd! She's my cousin's friend. edi yun. tapos na. nell and i went outside to buy kopi bun.. yehey! nyaak! when the guard pushed the glass door, hala! sila Niña, Aris, Tim, Joan and friends. basta madami sila. edi tapos na.. Haaay. we listen to yen's kwentoooo. then, she went down. dumating naman sila gadz, sancho, katha, cookie, mark, vj. Yan brief na yan.. Pagod na ko. The world is tiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7883960607566668854?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7883960607566668854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7883960607566668854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7883960607566668854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7883960607566668854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/seriously-i-am-still-tryin-to-figure.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-9038633455148638639</id><published>2007-02-01T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T12:30:51.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haaaaalp!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gargh. What's happening here? I CANNOT find words to describe my anger. Tss. Look, I've changed everything.. like from my links (im sorry people, looks like ive lost contact to the universe) to font size? waaah. And this one is a very stupid mistake (coz i am not yet prepared to give my beloved blog a new look). WHAT IS UP MAAAAN? Im starting to hate this blogger booger.. Am i ready for changes? I know. Maybe. Maybe not. &lt;strong&gt;Change is gonna come.&lt;/strong&gt; CHANGE. CHANGE. have you just heard the ever-famous boo-hoo-boo? "Change for the better" but now, what's worst than this? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026602128069293330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RcIUAN7K9RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7D_Rxdcqa4I/s400/KoolSign2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; laughtrip: &lt;strong&gt;RETINER "BRES SA NGIPON"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/12937857-9038633455148638639?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/9038633455148638639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=9038633455148638639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/9038633455148638639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/9038633455148638639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/02/haaaaalp-gargh.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RcIUAN7K9RI/AAAAAAAAAGg/7D_Rxdcqa4I/s72-c/KoolSign2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3922628096099967653</id><published>2007-01-31T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T09:17:11.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what happened to my template?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..oh lord, save me from eternal damnation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3922628096099967653?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3922628096099967653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3922628096099967653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3922628096099967653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3922628096099967653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/01/what-happened-to-my-template.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-6606545029618873638</id><published>2007-01-30T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T11:11:24.188-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..that Señor (my Spanish2 prof) is considerate. Haha. Good thing, hindi ako na-drop/F.A. shit. imagine, mahirap maka-iwan ng minors no! That makes sense. Muy bien. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Tita told me to rent a space (for me, ofcourse!) Yeehey! i wanna move in. im so excited. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;..Daily consumption of coffee significantly contributes to antioxidants intake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025840462863987954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/Rb9fRd7K9PI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pvh9duwLWwU/s320/69661969_4722539311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                         &lt;strong&gt;DO.. Kiss your friends "HELLO"&lt;/strong&gt; (Drew Barrymore &amp;amp; Liv Tyler in Oscars 1999)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-6606545029618873638?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/6606545029618873638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=6606545029618873638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/6606545029618873638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/6606545029618873638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/01/good-to-know.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/Rb9fRd7K9PI/AAAAAAAAAGM/pvh9duwLWwU/s72-c/69661969_4722539311.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7954832604699466821</id><published>2007-01-26T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:05:56.152-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sino siya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Oo, kilala ko siya. Matagal na rin kami magkakilala. Marahil hindi mo siya kilala dahil ako lang ang may kakilala sa kanya. Tahimik kasi siyang tao. Ayaw niya ng maraming nakakaalam ng buhay niya. Ayaw niya ng may nagmamanipula kung anong dapat at hindi niya dapat gawin. Ayaw niya sa mga taong chismoso/a na wala ng ibang ginawa kundi pag-usapan ang buhay niya. Ayaw niya sa mga taong walang pangarap dahil hibang siya pag nangangarap. Ayaw niya ng magulo at maingay. Ayaw niya sa mainit na lugar. Ayaw niyang ipagsiksikan ang sarili niya. at higit sa lahat, ayaw niya nang umiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi niya sa akin, Gusto daw niya ng payapang buhay. Yun bang walang nakikiaalam, walang nagmamanipula at walang nagdedesisyon para sa kabutihan niya. Bakit? Ano nga bang paki mo, e buhay niya yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi mo siyang makikitang malungkot sa sulok ng kanyang mumunting kwarto.. nag-iisip kung tama nga bang wakasan ang buhay at magpaalam sa pait ng kahapon. Itong kaibigan kong ito, medyo hindi pinalad sa pag-ibig. Laging sawi. Yung una niyang minahal ay iniwan siya, yung pangalawa naman ay humanap ng iba, yung ikatlo ay kinailangang umalis upang mangibang bansa, at yung ikaapat.. ewan ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung tumawa man siya ay naku, pasalamat ka na dahil minsan lang ito at swerte ka na kung marinig mo ang halakhak niya na para bang kinikiliti. Sa dami ng iniisip niya, hindi na niya alam kung saan niya isisingit ang kasiyahan. Parang kinalimutan na niya ang pagtawa. Puro hinagpis na lamang ang natira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ngayon, nananahimik ang puso niya dahil sa takot na magmahal muli. Ngunit binulong niya sa akin na siya'y patuloy na nagdarasal na sana.. SANA.. may dumating at sa pagkakataong ito, hawakan ang kamay niya at sabay nilang labanan ang hinaharap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7954832604699466821?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7954832604699466821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7954832604699466821&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7954832604699466821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7954832604699466821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/01/sino-ba-siya-ahh.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5376452970779295148</id><published>2007-01-24T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T11:23:10.851-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just for today, do not worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im having a MAJOR trouble with this damn computer. i can't upload my pics (badtrip! i already have 500+ pics to upload) argh. i miss uploading and writing. so, now im feeling sleepy and exhausted (like, what's new?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had a dinner last saturday (BARKADA DINNER!) at Pier1.. i missed them so much. Haha. Yen was kinda like "whaaaaaat?" when we all agreed to tease her on having a boyfriend, being pregnant and traveling abroad (im sooory yenlab!). The dinner was unexpected since Yen was the one who finalized it. Yet, she came late since her patient had an arrest. But its okay. We were able to see eachother after the dinner at 9ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were one of the "pinaka-mababaw" na barkada in the whole wide universe. Sorry, we weren't able to make/create a name for the barkada. Okay, let's just call it &lt;strong&gt;"THE BARKADA".&lt;/strong&gt; Since i am with &lt;strong&gt;THE WORLD'S&lt;/strong&gt; Greatest People. I can't imagine life without them.. God is soo good for giving us &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; the things that we want, but the things/persons that we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss those days.. Like when we were still together. We're all soo tight (Barkada) as in everyday single day, major escapade with barkada and yen's adventure.. okay, don't forget the pretty driver. Every once in a while, i sit back and just let those sweet memories flicker my mind and always ended up bursting with tears and laughters. Grabe, sobrang na-miss ko sila lahat. even our "&lt;strong&gt;KAHIT SAAN&lt;/strong&gt;" days. Eating has always been a BIG problem in our barkada. Coz when someone in the circle asks "saan tayo kakain?" .."kahit saan" ang laging sagot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, tama naman.. &lt;strong&gt;Kahit saan, basta sama-sama&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5376452970779295148?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5376452970779295148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5376452970779295148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5376452970779295148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5376452970779295148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/01/just-for-today-do-not-worry.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-187940929311365352</id><published>2007-01-15T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T12:57:24.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A soul at peace.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Each man is master of his own death,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and all that we can do when the time comes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is to help him die without fear of pain."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-187940929311365352?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/187940929311365352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=187940929311365352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/187940929311365352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/187940929311365352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/01/soul-at-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-621524958583070036</id><published>2007-01-14T06:22:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T07:01:15.299-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Isang Ling-GO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Nagsulat ako ngayon kasi Linggo at medyo nasa bahay ako pero may sakit ako (matinding sipon at mataas na lagnat). Sa wakas, bumigay ang katawan ko. minsan naiisip ko na daig ko pa ang mga may trabaho. kasi 7days ako wala sa bahay (dahil *quote* sa pag-aaral? *quote*) haha! yehes. oo naman. :) Naisip ko, kailangan ko na magseryoso. kanina nga bago ako gumising e kinundisyon ko pa ang sarili ko na papasok talaga ako. nakakaaliw kasi yung pinag-uusapan sa klasrum. masaya. tska, madami akong natutunan kahapon kahit na lumuluha yung ilong ko sa sipon (literal ito!) grabe, ayoko na ng sipon. e may allergic rhinitis pa naman ako. kaya konting usok lang na naaamoy ko, e ayun na.. sobrang sneeze (anong tagalog nito?) na. Haaaay. sinasabi ko na nga ba, hindi ako makakapasok ngayon kahit anong pilit ko sa mga lolo at lola ko. kaya ko naman pumasok pero ayaw nga nila. parang pahinga ko na rin daw ito tutal hindi naman ako lumiliban sa klase at pirstaym ko ito. Haha. bait ko ba? Hindi naman, nag-cucut naman ako kung boring (e pano kung boring palagi?) edi cut lang ng cut. Hindi, biro lang. Nagbibigay naman ako ng hustisya sa mga guro ko. Nakikinig at nagsusulat naman ako kung kinakailangan. pero pag nakatulog ako sa klase, pasensyahan na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Pag nasa labas ako, lagi akong inaantok. pero pag oras na ng pag-tulog, hindi naman ako makatulog. kaya umiinom ako ng pampatulog. O, ayoko talagang gawin ito pero kailangan ko na.. si lolo kasi, kinukunsinti ako. Matulog daw ako. kaya siya pa mismo ang nagbibigay sa akin ng droga (grabe yun!) dein. Stilnox, pare. para siyang Valium na hindi mo rin pwedeng mabili agad-agad sa tindahan ng gamot. kailangan din ng prescription tska dapat kalahati lang ang iinomin. Hindi ko maintindihan, bakit ba hirap na hirap na naman ako matulog ngayon? insomniac na naman ako. nakakainis. badtrip. alam mo yun, gustong gusto mo na pero hindi ka naman makatulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3&lt;/strong&gt;. Mahirap din pala umuwi sa isang bahay na hindi mo naman talaga bahay. ika nga nila.. "Home is where the heart is". Ngayon naiintindihan ko na kung bakit kahit alas-tres ng madaling araw e gusto kong umuwi sa bahay namin kahit na ang layo layo layo talaga ng lugar kung saan ako nakatira! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, walang kwenta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-621524958583070036?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/621524958583070036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=621524958583070036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/621524958583070036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/621524958583070036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/01/isang-ling-go-1_14.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-1346553462759675920</id><published>2007-01-14T05:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T06:11:51.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Don’t you dare die on us, Ely Buendia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;By &lt;u&gt;Francis Ochoa&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inquirer&lt;br /&gt;Last updated 11:49pm (Mla time)&lt;br /&gt;01/13/2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER you do, Mr. Ely Buendia, don’t die on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a music icon who is as rare as they come. You are a vacant cab with an accommodating driver during the holidays. You are a cop who’s actually out to protect the citizenry. You are an honest politician. You are a film fest movie deserving of an award. You are a critically-acclaimed Cueshe hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a loyal Thomasian; you are the only reason I regret not having studied at the University of the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go, what does that leave us with? A handful of artistic bands under the radar and Orange and Lemons. We scrounge the city for bars where one plays, and puke when the other’s songs go on air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always, always&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as you’re around, we will always have Eraserheads. E-Heads. &lt;em&gt;The band&lt;/em&gt;. The Band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget Pupil. You will always be Eraserheads to me, just as E-Heads can never be reincarnated without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You played at 6-underground once with your new band, Pupil. Then for encores, you played two E-heads hits. I still have one of those performances on my cell phone video library, tucked between two sexy clips (that’s how much I idolize you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you, there were Pepe Smith and Mike Hanopol. Smith has had the sense to stay alive—never mind if, physically, he’s long been a weeded-out, jail-dried version of his old self—long after you made the E-heads the next great Pinoy rock band after Juan dela Cruz. Hanopol lives on, too. Don’t tell me you’re planning to die ahead of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die, Ely, and Hale’s going to write a tribute song for you. That should jolt your heart back to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong. I would benefit greatly from your death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine how much my Ibañez acoustic guitar, which I bought for P15,000, would be worth now that it has your signature and the dedication, “Francis, rock and roll!” A friend of mine was willing to purchase it for P20, 000—and you are still alive. And that doesn’t include the snapshot of you signing it. Or the notarized affidavit of an Inquirer employee who overheard you saying it was your first time to affix a signature on a guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you hear me? &lt;strong&gt;You. Can’t. Die.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Yet&lt;/strong&gt;. The next definitive band in the local scene hasn’t emerged. Your presence helps keep music fans—even idiotic ones like me—patiently waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heart attack at 36? That’s no way for music icons to go. If you were found dead after OD-ing on your drug of choice, I’d probably be more at peace with that. Or maybe if you blew your brains out like Kurt Cobain did.&lt;br /&gt;Or if you were shot, the way John Lennon was, by a maniac—imagine if it was me! Imagine how much my guitar would cost then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Ely, the Philippine music industry needs you. Some say you’re past your musical prime, that after struggling to rein yourself (sometimes with the help of Raymund M and the rest of E-heads) from falling into three-chord pop compositions, there’s nothing left in that wonderfully insane brain of yours but indecipherable music that only those in cloak-and-dagger security agencies would appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you’re very much like a surfer who, exhausted from catching wave after similar wave, decided to plant his board in the sand and sit down to watch the sea. But you aren’t just watching. Your eye is cast towards the horizon, eyeing that perfect wave, waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So get through this and live longer, ayt? When that perfect wave comes, we want to watch you go out there and catch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This also appears as a blog entry on theboyfromsmallville.wordpress.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-1346553462759675920?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/1346553462759675920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=1346553462759675920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1346553462759675920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/1346553462759675920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/01/dont-you-dare-die-on-us-ely-buendia-by.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3075312617789820185</id><published>2007-01-08T08:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T08:51:03.404-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I don't have the answers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. ive been busy lately. No updates, No kwentos.. as in Nothiiing. I will probably update this blog next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed writing and i think too much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know i'll change&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/12937857-3075312617789820185?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3075312617789820185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3075312617789820185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3075312617789820185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3075312617789820185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-dont-have-answers.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-4359241281351292249</id><published>2007-01-04T05:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T06:08:25.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;it makes me feel better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing..i mean. :) shit, i've been wanting to do this. But i am really really really having a hard time composing an entry like this. And now that i DO have a time (gimme a minute to finish my sentence) hmmm.. here's a &lt;strong&gt;big DOT&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; PERIOD. THE END.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Craaaazy. (i know)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-4359241281351292249?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4359241281351292249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=4359241281351292249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4359241281351292249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4359241281351292249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-makes-me-feel-better.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-548214683976855529</id><published>2006-12-27T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T14:51:15.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLOOOOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing through Bob Ong's Stainless Longanissa awhile ago. my cousin's book, actually. i can't borrow it because he's reading it along with his script (i forgot the title of the play) but he told me that Laurice Guillen (i don't know if you're familiar with her name or if i acidentally misspelled it..) is gonna act on their play. :-D haha! wala lang. That was a big deal for him. imagine, she's gonna act. aliw. OMG! im soo proud of YOU..&lt;strong&gt;BJ&lt;/strong&gt;! :-D i hope maka-watch ako ng mga dinidirect mo. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i was saying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Writing is easy. All You do is stare at a blank sheet of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;- Gene Fowler&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-548214683976855529?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/548214683976855529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=548214683976855529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/548214683976855529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/548214683976855529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/12/blooood.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-3311178618439810328</id><published>2006-12-22T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T14:22:50.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12 Days before Christmas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haha. Forgive my math. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Actually, 2 more days before The birth of Our Saviour. Oh well. Happy Birthday Kuya Jess (that's Jesus, ofcourse!). My words would never be enough.. Thank You for Everything. as in everything. everything. everything. everything.. :-D i know you're watching us over there. iloveyousooomuch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;here are some things i did.. Just wanna share. i know you guys are not interested. wala lang, who cares? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 12&lt;/strong&gt; - Yenlab's birthday. i loveher sooo much. After pgc exam, We surprised her with a cheesecake. and its our first time to stroll in the wonderful and new mall of SM North Edsa. we went to Yen's house. and we ate. Haha. This is soo not in our plan. Kasi, we're just planning to drop it off then leave. but the thing is, mahirap tumanggi sa may birthday. i went home at around 1am and i have a morning Duty tomorrow. oh well, christmas party naman so there's an excuse for that. Soo.. before going home, we passed by at Starbucks Shang to buy a tumbler for nell (note: siya ang nabunot ko!). and man, ang hirap niya regaluhan. Unfortunately, closed na yung SB shang. So, my tita and I decided to drop by at Pearl Drive. Yown. Closed na din but im thankful that they opened it for a stupid child like me. past 2 am, im hooome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011414611470754258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwfCZrqodI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jFMtVMkeZ2c/s200/IMG_3582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 13&lt;/strong&gt; - Christmas party in a Government Hospital. (Jose Reyes) have to get up at 5.30a.. haha! :)) ok lang, im used to it. And while they're having fun, we gave our gifts na to our babies. Donna gave me a little box and inside it is a capiz bracelet. Oh...ilove it. haha. Actually, i never thought that she was the na nakabunot sa akin. Then when i handed my gift to nell, she was sooo surprised. Haha! hindi nya rin alam na ako nakabunot sa kanya! Harhar!! She loooves it. Yay! :-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;- UST after. E.J's play entitled Café Encadre.. i promised donni that ill come with her to watch her brother's performance. Yehey! super fun. i really enjoyed the play plus the fact that we're on his guest list and if you're a guest, privileges..ofcourse. i know there are some thomasians who get mad at us thinking na sumingit lang kami. But we're not. No one's to be blame. nakawatch naman lahat eh. *clap*clap* galing ni EJ.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011409401675424194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwaTJrqocI/AAAAAAAAAEk/Nz6u4Z1MESA/s200/IMG_3649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 14&lt;/strong&gt; - i was sitting here at home, writing some notes. Pam and Yen texted me. Chill daw later. Since i don't have any plans for tonight, i decided to come with them. Just after sorting things out, super lumabo ang plan.. actually. i gave Yen a lame excuse. blaaaahblah. 8pm na, im still here pa rin. So whaaat na? Pam called me.. so, i answered her call. It was etads or sancho(?) on the other line. Punta daw ako sa Condo.. it's Jing's birthday (waaah. i never knew who she was). So there, napilitan. malakas sakin si pam eh. i was surprised when i got there. it was Mark's birthday din pala. haha. and i had a nice time finding etads' condo. Greenhills blahblah. naligaw ako, pare. You should've told me to use my mind. then, pam and i went to AutoDepot to fetch Tita Cora (Pam's mom) then, yun na, i SURPRISED YEN sa Guilly's. btw, i told her sa text na i couldn't come. Ayun, na-surprised naman siya. haha. For soooooooo long, &lt;strong&gt;uminom na ako ng alak&lt;/strong&gt;. :-D but i wasn't drunk. hindi rin tipsy. tama lang. Sooo, i was there. i saw my blockmates. it was their 10-6 duty. haha. turns out na wala silang duty and dumuty sila dun. Sooo. yun. we hang out, they danced and i slept at yen's house. what's new? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011405149657801106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwWbprqoZI/AAAAAAAAAEM/x2vrygWreB4/s200/IMG_3690.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011405441715577250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwWsprqoaI/AAAAAAAAAEU/0HDylhhNI4Q/s200/IMG_3708.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011406073075769778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwXRZrqobI/AAAAAAAAAEc/BHwbbhXBX44/s200/IMG_3712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 15&lt;/strong&gt; - OOOOOhh. UP fight. haha. we watched The lantern Parade. Late na when we got there, and there wasn't a single man running and naked. Haha. we lost. but we had fun kahit na Oblation run lang talaga yung hinihintay namin. Thanks Yen for letting me know your HS barkada. grabe, super dami nila. haha. i met alot of people and im happy that somehow, i gained friends. Hi everyone. Foodtrip sa isawan, fishball, mangga, mani, ice cream.. Trip-trip pa kami since we have this so-called freedom for a day. Heehee! we bought earrings na umiilaw and a headband na demon. so funny. bumalik kami sa pagkabata. :)) This is fun! fun! Its super fun to bring back those days when we were soo like a kid who gets what we want and cry over those stupid things. Ohhh. we're supposed to drink somewhere in Katips but since were not in the mood, edi hindi na lang. btw, nakalimutan ko ata umuwi. hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011402611332129090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwUH5rqoUI/AAAAAAAAADk/-uenQrNCTCA/s200/IMG_3726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011403105253368162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwUkprqoWI/AAAAAAAAAD0/iHtBe5iftbA/s200/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011402808900624722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwUTZrqoVI/AAAAAAAAADs/AmWKJVgAIBE/s200/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011403706548789618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwVHprqoXI/AAAAAAAAAD8/RlFXgUcAblw/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011403968541794690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwVW5rqoYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/K1IDr5EVHnA/s200/IMG_3809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 16&lt;/strong&gt; - I slept the whole day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 17&lt;/strong&gt; - Sunday mass with family @ Manaoag, Pangasinan. Yehey. loveit kahit medyo mahaba yung biyahe. we left here at around 7am and before 3, were there na. we prayed. 12mn, we're home. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011415049557418466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwfb5rqoeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ml27tBkZBhA/s200/IMG_3936.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011415337320227314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwfsprqofI/AAAAAAAAAE8/YTzlygjS8eI/s200/IMG_3937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 18&lt;/strong&gt; - Christmas party @ Dapo Grill, Tomas Morato. for so long, i decided to cut my hair. Graaaabe. wala lang, super Fun niiiight with everyone.. drink after at 1920 then gimmick? haha. i almost lost myself. just kidding. around 4am, nell and i decided to hang out at SB, tomas. but they're already closed and there's no way out. haha. mcdo tomas na lang dear since its open 24/7. soo. dun kami nagstay sa Mcdo til 7am? haha! wtf. don't you just hate it when everyones kept on staring at you? soo.. i texted my cousin. i told her that ill be staying with them (tin and her) just for this day since E.Rod is a way nearer than Taguig. Giiiive me a break. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011416355227476482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwgn5rqogI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VjhiJhjPB7Q/s200/IMG_4113.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5011416660170154514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwg5prqohI/AAAAAAAAAFM/aR2hKwde4n4/s200/IMG_3982.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 19&lt;/strong&gt; - Tita Ollay's birthday.. Happy Birthday! :)) haha. i slept at 10am (from Christmas party, ofcourse) and woke up at 6pm. woohoo. i got home at 9pm. yun lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 20&lt;/strong&gt; - Went to Pasig for our NBI. then, Robinson's MetroEast to buy something.. blahblah. then Today is Wednesdaaaay. yaaaay! The Bloomfields. haha. were able to watch it, auhmm. i was the first one who got there since na-traffic sila lahat. So, i just walked and when i stood near the stage, shiiit. the seats were taken or reserved. shiyet. i stood there for almost an hour. For my eyes' sake.. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 21&lt;/strong&gt; - Daddy Boy's birthday. Happy Birthday!:)) i was stucked here for a day. i deserve a break.. soo. i watched 3 consecutive movies (DVD lang naman!) movies that i wasn't able to watch. The first one is &lt;strong&gt;Click&lt;/strong&gt;.. haha! i cried., for the longest time. and the popular line? -"Will you still love me in the morning?" Forever and ever, babe. Awww.. second, &lt;strong&gt;Highschool musical&lt;/strong&gt;.. i heard that Ateneo's gonna have this play. i wanna watch that. then the third was, &lt;strong&gt;Bring it On&lt;/strong&gt; -All or Nothing. Just the typical cheerleading blahblah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec.22&lt;/strong&gt; - Glorietta to buy something.. clothes, blahblah and some gifts. :)) i am soo tired. wala lang. tas right now, im writing this thingy after walking and finding stuffs. actuallyu my first time to roam around SM manila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dec. 23&lt;/strong&gt; - Haaaah. Christmas party later. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;visit my multi site if you wanna see some photos. -- &lt;a href="http://notahope.multiply.com/"&gt;http://notahope.multiply.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-3311178618439810328?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/3311178618439810328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=3311178618439810328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3311178618439810328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/3311178618439810328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/12/12-days-before-christmas.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYwfCZrqodI/AAAAAAAAAEs/jFMtVMkeZ2c/s72-c/IMG_3582.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5968252890604552486</id><published>2006-12-16T02:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T07:33:35.731-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAR SANTA..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Since everyone is busy listing their christmas wish, i decided to write mine here. who knows? Santa might be reading my blog and granting everyone's wishes. and he's watching us over there.. Im a good girl and he'll grant my wishes. Yeeehee. but these things i will write won't fit in my christmas stockings. Nyek. As if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*inspired by Abbie*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;haha! some things im dying to haaave. &lt;strong&gt;PLEASE&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Sony Cybershot DSC-N2..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The first time i saw this.. i fell inlove with it. Basta... i badly want this. You can easily navigate the various functions and contents with just a touch of the scree using your fingertip or stylus. Coool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009017663237300322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYObBprqoGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/y_pSm9Ef4Gg/s200/n2-01-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009017409834229842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYOay5rqoFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/8MCN7HrZBQI/s200/n2-02-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009016890143187010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYOaUprqoEI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Qb294DVCx-k/s200/n2-04-001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Digital SLRs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i don't know why i love cameras, digital SLRs, photography, abstract, black and white, etc.. Anything related to pictures. basta, i love taking pictures of my family, friends, some people i don't know, places, unimportant things, and of myself, ofcourse. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009019918095130738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="157" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYOdE5rqoHI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tGFfOnfJQQU/s200/canon_5d_front.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009020472145911938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYOdlJrqoII/AAAAAAAAAA8/FWv79yPkFbM/s200/9322a002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009020858692968594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYOd7prqoJI/AAAAAAAAABE/6yVPZBgzNog/s200/olym261001.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. MacBook Pro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im a gadget freak. Gadgets! Gadgets!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009072638818689186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="125" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYPNBprqoKI/AAAAAAAAABs/sw17XOhwWBw/s200/macbook1white20061108.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Gig! Gig! Gig!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bloomfields.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss watching their gigs. and im hoping to watch them on Wednesday and Thursday. :-D Yehey! I think this is one of the most mababaw na wishlist ever. haha. Oo na. and oh, matutupad ang aking wish. At least, of all those things/gadgets i wrote here, may wish na natupad. Roooocky..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009073751215218866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="224" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYPOCZrqoLI/AAAAAAAAAB0/P_TaMkeUEQA/s320/04.jpg" width="270" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009074335330771154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="190" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYPOkZrqoNI/AAAAAAAAACE/EDBzMvwS4G4/s320/caliraya+bloom+107b.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009075091245015266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYPPQZrqoOI/AAAAAAAAACc/H66pDcpVVUU/s200/bloomfields_17march2006+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Boxing Gloves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for boxing lessons. haha! :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009078587348394226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYPSb5rqoPI/AAAAAAAAACk/rWq280lkUlQ/s200/1120704640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Movie Tickets. Popcorn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last movie i saw was Happy Feet. Gaaaah. and im missing alot of good movies. i hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009080361169887490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYPUDJrqoQI/AAAAAAAAACs/-YdOtW-lS1c/s200/KS13386.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Dooogs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009083200143270178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYPWoZrqoSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/8QWSyUMd_iA/s200/pomeranian-0356.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pomeranian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009083844388364594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYPXN5rqoTI/AAAAAAAAADE/1O1Q2LUCuAs/s200/shih-tzu-0430.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shih-Tzu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5968252890604552486?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5968252890604552486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5968252890604552486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5968252890604552486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5968252890604552486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/12/dear-santa.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DDZ7D1u2HhM/RYObBprqoGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/y_pSm9Ef4Gg/s72-c/n2-01-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-8330224747330271041</id><published>2006-12-11T07:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T07:55:27.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nobody comes back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The same way as when they left.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The doorway is no longer a portal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To safety but the yawning gap&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Between us. We lost the keys&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love, and broke off the knobs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A long, long time ago..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-im not a plagiarist. sorry, i forgot the name of the "poet/author" who wrote this. she's a student from UST.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again,  i just had to repost it. :-D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-8330224747330271041?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/8330224747330271041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=8330224747330271041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8330224747330271041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/8330224747330271041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/12/nobody-comes-back-same-way-as-when-they.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-7456384496557127460</id><published>2006-12-09T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T13:10:34.391-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What can I do?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't find the lyrics of thiiiiiiis particular song. sheeeez. i have to find it. badtrip. Please help me. waaaah. oh well, the worst part is i can't sing the song because i don't know the lyrics. exactly. so, i can't ask for their haaaaalp! its a "DADDY SONG".. and uhmm, basta.. one of The Beatles, Beegees and The Beachboys yung band. :)) i just looove the song. Okay??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ive tried to find it but i can't. ang dami kayang songs ng The Beatles.. i'll just ask someone (if ma-remember ko yung tono?) Ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's pause for a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That thing you do -The Wonders&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, doin’ that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;Breakin’ my heart into a million pieces&lt;br /&gt;Like you always do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you, don’t mean to be cruel&lt;br /&gt;You never even knew about the heartache&lt;br /&gt;Ive been going through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I try and try to forget you girl&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Every time you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know all the games you play&lt;br /&gt;And I’m gonna find a way to let you know that&lt;br /&gt;You’ll be mine someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause we could be happy can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;If you’d only let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause I try and try to forget you girl&lt;br /&gt;But it’s just so hard to do&lt;br /&gt;Every time you do that thing you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t ask a lot girl (I don’t ask a lot girl)&lt;br /&gt;But I know one thing’s for sure (know one things for sure)&lt;br /&gt;It’s the love I haven’t got girl&lt;br /&gt;And I just cant take it anymore... Whoa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(break)&lt;br /&gt;’Cause we could be happy can’t you see&lt;br /&gt;If you’d only let me be the one to hold you&lt;br /&gt;And keep you here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;’Cause it hurts me so just to see you go&lt;br /&gt;Around with someone new&lt;br /&gt;And if I know you, you’re doin’ that thing...&lt;br /&gt;Everyday just doin’ that thing...&lt;br /&gt;I cant take you doin’ that thing you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-7456384496557127460?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/7456384496557127460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=7456384496557127460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7456384496557127460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/7456384496557127460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/12/what-can-i-do-i-cant-find-lyrics-of.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-4368544087765217101</id><published>2006-12-05T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-05T12:48:38.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need love, love ooh..&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/12937857-4368544087765217101?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/4368544087765217101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=4368544087765217101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4368544087765217101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/4368544087765217101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/12/i-need-love-love-ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5108336945354782637</id><published>2006-12-01T03:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T04:26:01.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Just Because..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..i missed blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't think of anything decent right now. Ha ha! ssssh. anyways, ill try to write about something. well, something worth reading for.. right? sorry if ive been this lazy ass for not updating this thing. i missed blogging. i missed writing. i missed my philosophies (huh? is there such thing?) haaar. i just missed the silent part of me. i mean, yeah. i miss everyone. :-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm. im stucked at home because of the so-called super typhoon?! now, where the hell is Reming? Ha ha! Living in a contemporary home with my oldies.. haaaah. its impossible to get out and feel the rain. Tss. okay lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So.. Last Friday, Jaxx celebrated her 18th birthday at Crowne Plaza Galleria. Jackie was hot and beautiful that night. i love her white dress and her couch. Most of her friends were there (ofcourse). Tina was there. Ha ha! i soooo love that girl because she never fails to smile and say "Hi" though we hardly see eachother. :-D i was jackie's first treasure. (shit., i didn't even have an idea what to give her on that special night). soo. yehey. Just like a jewel, hope you'll keep and treasure it. Love you cousin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second treasure was Lovejoy. haha she cried and i laughed soo hard. coz before that speech, nagpakalasing siya sa red wine. okay. &lt;em&gt;hindi naman kaya nakakalasing ang red wine&lt;/em&gt;. i guess she just poured out her emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate David's Salon Galleria branch (im so specific!). haha! ive always hated that salon. har har! im SOooo white that night and i sooo hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Saturday came, see? i have a class the next day and the day after that. sheeeesh. oh well. i didn't attend my review class coz we went home at around 3am. i must be thankful because i talked to my clinical instructor and told him that ill be absent in duty (friday night) because my presence is badly needed in my cousin's debut. Thank you sir. ha ha! pag malas nga naman oh, graveyard pa yun. 10pm-6am. sheeesh. im actually planning to make up where my duty was but my mind and my body was all soo Tired. so i ended up removing my heavy duty make up. it was sooo thick . imagine, it was like a gay putting a handful of mud on my face. raaawr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, saturday came. Happy Feet day. watched The Musical movie with je and sep. well, were just re-writing our notes when sep came. eh, we all knew that we wanted to see that movie. These children wants to watch Happy Feet. Yay. so there, yeheeeey! I love penguins. and ill buy one someday. kidding. Mambo is sooo cute and i love him. what's your heartsong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, this entry is soo random. what the heck. i just want to write and i can't control my hands from writing stuff which are not suitable for other people's eyes. Joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, in between our 4 hour break, we decided to rush on the nearest hospital (nyek!) haha! i mean, coffee shop. because a good friend is in pain. She might have a heart attack if this burden will keep on passing through her veins. Another deep, long, frustrating, happy conversation. imagine, 7 hours of non-stop talking. we didnt even attend our class after that long break just because we want to hear from eachother. bakit ang tagal mag-usap ng mga babae? sheeesh. its just the three of us. i love my girls. ilove my pumpkinssss. we can do it. :-D Problems may arise but is that a reason not to enjoy the music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent time running and looking for answers. Don't stop.. okiie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything will be FINE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5108336945354782637?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5108336945354782637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5108336945354782637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5108336945354782637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5108336945354782637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/12/just-because_2846.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-5247296279692223327</id><published>2006-11-23T11:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T07:37:38.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bus rides&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im enjoying bus rides. i hate riding MRT/LRT kasi. oo, within 15 minutes, nandun ka na sa place a gusto mong puntahan. but i actually hate it because number one- hindi ako makaupo kahit na sobrang exhausted ako. number two- ang haba ng pila at mainit. number three-ang layo ng nilalakad from the station at sa kung saan mang stop over. namiss ko tuloy ang shang bigla. paaaaaaam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, last week, habang naglalakad ako sa labas ng glorietta (papunta pa lang ako, actually) may lumapit sa akin na babae. mga 5'1 ang height, around 40 yung age, okay naman siya.. MA-PR. magaling siya magsalita and mambola kung tutuusin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;edi syempre, she asked for my name first tas nagtaka ko, bakit naman niya tatanungin name ko.. right? i don't even know her. i thought she's a friend of my tita kasi okay naman siya manamit and maayos naman talaga, in fairness to her. so i started asking myself: bakit naman ako lalapitan nito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun, sabi ko na nga ba, may intensyon tong taong to sa akin. nanghihingi ng money kasi na-slash daw yung bag niya sa bus. so, i asked her kung saan siya nakatira. sa bulacan daw. tapos she's working in PGH. tapos napadpad daw siya dun dahil kinuha niya yung visa niya. okaaaaaay. so, kailangan niya daw umuwi.. in short, kailangan niya ng pamasahe. 80 pesos to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naawa naman ako kasi pano kung sa akin nangyari dun, diba? edi sige..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya lang, nung pagtingin ko sa wallet ko, wala pala akong barya so sabi ko sa kanya, papa-change muna ako ng money. tapos, sumama siya sakin sa pagpapalit ng money. sabi pa nya, nahihiya daw siya blaaaaahblaaahblah. she even asked me na patago ko lang daw iabot sa kanya kasi daw baka may makakita e sobrang nahihiya nga siya. tapos tinatanong pa niya kung anong favorite cake ko. para daw makabayad naman siya sakin. wtf. basta, puro ka-bolahan. pupuntahan daw niya ko.. blaaaah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when i gave her a hundred (80 pesos lang, remember?) sabi niya 180 daw pamasahe. parang natulala ako na ewan. kasi usapan namin, eighty pesos lang tapos ngayon one hundred eighty pesos. hindi naman ganun kalaki yung money pero ano baaaaaaa ..diba? nakakaasar pero wala naman akong magawa coz im alone and hindi ako magaling magsinungaling. bahala na lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;twice&lt;/strong&gt; na nangyari sa akin to. yung first, sa cubao. what do you expect? e madami talagang manloloko doon. ganun din, nasa mid-40s na siguro yung girl tas sa fairview nakatira. eto yung sobrang nakakaasar kasi talagang sinundan niya ako. waaaaah. tas while walking plus the fact na kinakausap na niya ako, may tumawag sa name niya. friend daw niya. so, "sige miss, thank you na lang.." edi parang nakahinga na ako ng maluwag when all of a sudden, sumunod na naman siya sa escalator. punyeta. tas sabi niya "ah..eh..wala daw kasing pera yung kaibigan ko eh" putang ina. ano baaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaaay. bahala na sila, sana nakatulong yung 180 and 50 pesos ko. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ganito na ba kahirap ang Pilipinas ngayon?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-5247296279692223327?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/5247296279692223327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=5247296279692223327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5247296279692223327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/5247296279692223327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/bus-rides-im-enjoying-bus-rides.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-360792426029863086</id><published>2006-11-22T15:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T16:10:12.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE DADDY SONG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2689/1579/320/bloommm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i must admit it. i've never been the type to have a huge crush on someone. as in. super rare. :-D but im not saying that he's my crush. i just admire him because he's the craziest, funniest, cutest and the &lt;strong&gt;BEST&lt;/strong&gt; drummer in the whole wild wide world. okai.. its obvious and i won't deny it. ha ha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The funny thing was when etads (the ex-bloomfields member) introduced us to the boys way waaaaay back, were like "okay, sino naman kayo?". i was with yen (the frank) and pam (the shy-type) sooo. it was like "ahh..ok-scene." nevermind. then, pumicture kami.. so, what's the big deal? wala diba? exactly. we're not REALLY excited at all though madaming pumipila just to be with them sa pic. but when they went up on stage and left the crowd with their finale, grabe. GRABE talaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;then, i saw them again last nov.17.. everyone enjoyed every inch of their performance. SUUUUUPER. i might sound exaggerated. forgive me coz i can't find words to describe the happiness i felt that night (happy because i know im actually living and loving it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pam and i watched their gig a few hours ago. wala lang. we're both wearing black and again, a wonderful performance by the blooomfields. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;i must admit that im not a huge fan of the beatles and the beach boys.&lt;br /&gt;but ilove their songs, their energy , their suit, their dimples, their passion for rediscovering the true spirit of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;okay, enough.&lt;br /&gt;all you need is, love and rock n roll.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-360792426029863086?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/360792426029863086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=360792426029863086&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/360792426029863086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/360792426029863086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/daddy-song-i-must-admit-it.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-116317019317501746</id><published>2006-11-10T10:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T10:49:55.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Tanong mo, sagot ko.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i`ve been so lazy to blog. maybe im just busy with school and other important things and have to consider this blogging thing as unimportant since i can`t even find time to write. haha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam mo yun, i wanna write something but i can`t write. ewan. i feel sooo augh- ano ba? basta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lahat ng things na color pink ay bigay lang..* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spell your first name backwards:&lt;br /&gt;.. anna&lt;br /&gt;2. Story behind your friendster name:&lt;br /&gt;.. that`s my nic. (this is a fact: hindi talaga KAYE ang totoo kong nickname. KATE talaga dapat.)&lt;br /&gt;3. What month were you born in?&lt;br /&gt;.. June&lt;br /&gt;4. Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;.. Taguig&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;5. Wallet:&lt;br /&gt;.. big hot pink wallet (fyi: i hate pink) bigay lang ng tita ko kaya thank you. wallex/magic wallet bigay sakin ni yen 2 years ago just because its monday.  &lt;br /&gt;7. Toothbrush:&lt;br /&gt;.. pink na may peach. &lt;br /&gt;8. Jewelry worn daily:&lt;br /&gt;.. earrings - can`t live without a pair.&lt;br /&gt;9. Pillow Case:&lt;br /&gt;.. blue with a smiling moon in the middle. &lt;br /&gt;10. Underwear:&lt;br /&gt;.. why would i tell you?&lt;br /&gt;11. Friends:&lt;br /&gt;.. love them.&lt;br /&gt;13. Cologne/Perfume:&lt;br /&gt;.. D&amp;G light blue tops my list. but for now, Bath &amp; Body works: Sweet Pea&lt;br /&gt;14. Current Song:&lt;br /&gt;.. Purest of Pain&lt;br /&gt;15. Piercings:&lt;br /&gt;.. one per ear&lt;br /&gt;RIGHT NOW, WHAT ARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;16. Wearing:&lt;br /&gt;.. sando &amp; shorts&lt;br /&gt;17. Wishing:&lt;br /&gt;.. i have soo many wishes. secret na lang. &lt;br /&gt;18. Wanting:&lt;br /&gt;.. DVD marathon&lt;br /&gt;19. The last thing you ate:&lt;br /&gt;.. go-go caesar&lt;br /&gt;20. Something you are deathly afraid of:&lt;br /&gt;.. SNAKEsssss. shit. and reptiles. waaah!&lt;br /&gt;Do You:&lt;br /&gt;21. like candles?:&lt;br /&gt;.. yes. minsan pag umeemote. &lt;br /&gt;22. Do you like the taste of blood:&lt;br /&gt;.. ano ba, im not a vampire. &lt;br /&gt;23. Do you believe in love?:&lt;br /&gt;.. YES.&lt;br /&gt;24. Do you believe in soul mates?&lt;br /&gt;.. hmmm.. yuff.&lt;br /&gt;25. Do you sleep naked?&lt;br /&gt;.. hell no!&lt;br /&gt;26. Do you eat seafood?&lt;br /&gt;.. favorite!&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;.. Of course. &lt;br /&gt;28. Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;.. sometimes. but if i can`t remember my dreams, iisipin ko talaga kung ano man yun. &lt;br /&gt;29. Do you consider yourself a study freak?&lt;br /&gt;.. Nah.&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you like to balance things on your head?&lt;br /&gt;.. yes. &lt;br /&gt;31. Do you like tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;.. Nope. ang dumi tignan. if that is for self-expression, bahala na sila. pero ayoko. &lt;br /&gt;32. Do you believe in miracles?&lt;br /&gt;.. Miracles can happen&lt;br /&gt;33. Do you burn easily in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;.. Oo. shit. i hate the sun but i love the sky. &lt;br /&gt;34. Do you speak another language other than English?&lt;br /&gt;.. filipino &amp; spanish&lt;br /&gt;35. What's something you wish you could understand better?&lt;br /&gt;.. Death&lt;br /&gt;RELATIONSHIPS:&lt;br /&gt;36. Are you shy around a crush?&lt;br /&gt;.. yes. pero sobrang bihira ako magkaron ng crush. &lt;br /&gt;37. Still have feelings for anyone in a past relationship?&lt;br /&gt;.. &lt;br /&gt;38. Do you know what it feels like to be in love?&lt;br /&gt;.. Opcors.&lt;br /&gt;39. Do you have a crush on someone now?&lt;br /&gt;.. hmmm. wala pero i love his style sa pagggig. super energetic and enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;FASHION STUFF:&lt;br /&gt;40. Where is your favorite place to shop?&lt;br /&gt;.. anywhere. Vintage store in Gh. the body shop? &lt;br /&gt;41. What color looks best on you?&lt;br /&gt;.. BROWN. ilove brown. pag may nakikita si nell na brown, lagi niyang sinasabi na kamukha ko daw. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;42. What is your favorite thing to wear?&lt;br /&gt;.. shorts &amp; flip flops.&lt;br /&gt;43. What is a must have accessory:?&lt;br /&gt;.. earrings &amp; bracelet&lt;br /&gt;44. How much time is the most you've ever spent in a single clothing store?&lt;br /&gt;.. it depends&lt;br /&gt;45. Who is the least fashionable person?&lt;br /&gt;.. i don`t know&lt;br /&gt;46.Do you match your belt with your hair color?&lt;br /&gt;.. NOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;47. How many pairs of shoes do you own?&lt;br /&gt;.. ahhh. ewan. &lt;br /&gt;48 .What is the worst trend you see today?&lt;br /&gt;.. yung anoo.. haha. wala naman.&lt;br /&gt;49. Do you do drugs?&lt;br /&gt;.. say no to drugs.&lt;br /&gt;50.What kind of soap do you use?&lt;br /&gt;.. hmmm. dein ko alam.&lt;br /&gt;51.What are you listening to now?&lt;br /&gt;.. haha. usapan ng mga matatanda sa likod ko.&lt;br /&gt;52. Who was the last person who called you?&lt;br /&gt;.. si bastos&lt;br /&gt;53. How many buddies are online right now?&lt;br /&gt;.. i don`t know. matagal na akong hindi nag-oonline. &lt;br /&gt;54. Do you send out holiday cards each year?&lt;br /&gt;.. nope&lt;br /&gt;55. Hair right now?&lt;br /&gt;.. hmm. messed up.&lt;br /&gt;56. Mood?&lt;br /&gt;.. BORED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-116317019317501746?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116317019317501746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=116317019317501746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/116317019317501746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/116317019317501746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/tanong-mo-sagot-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12937857.post-116291743552705429</id><published>2006-11-07T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T12:37:15.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happiness once WAS alive&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what`s new? im always sick these past few weeks. im soo TIRED and i don`t know why im still infront of this computer &amp; typing some senseless words knowing that nobody wouldn`t even care. waaaah. i need some rest. thursday`s comin.. shit. i hate weekdays &amp; weekends which means i so hate every single day. kiddin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12937857-116291743552705429?l=myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/feeds/116291743552705429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12937857&amp;postID=116291743552705429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/116291743552705429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12937857/posts/default/116291743552705429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myparanoiddelusion.blogspot.com/2006/11/happiness-once-was-alive-whats-new-im.html' title=''/><author><name>K.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18394056715313019005</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
