<?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-4830398959137337027</id><updated>2011-09-05T14:26:42.381+08:00</updated><category term='ingkong'/><category term='rob'/><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='go kart'/><category term='songs'/><category term='snatch'/><category term='steady'/><category term='endhorpins'/><category term='comics'/><category term='blogspot'/><category term='bill simmons'/><category term='aldus santos'/><category term='kapatid'/><category term='giniling festival'/><category term='d.g. dumaraos'/><category term='myembro'/><category term='3g'/><category term='dell'/><category term='sleep'/><category term='lazy'/><category term='chocolate'/><category term='sportsguy'/><category term='purplechickens'/><category term='bab'/><category term='kaanib'/><category term='work'/><category term='payday friday'/><category term='world trade center'/><category term='ice cream'/><category term='friendster'/><category term='migraine'/><category term='mall of asia'/><category term='incubus'/><category term='knc show'/><category term='the matrix'/><category term='accident'/><category term='depression'/><category term='coke'/><category term='number of the day'/><category term='g-liner'/><category term='wordpress'/><category term='misc'/><category term='break up'/><category term='blocked sites'/><category term='teletech'/><category term='paint ball'/><category term='words'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='multiply'/><category term='prison break'/><category term='google'/><category term='hold-up'/><title type='text'>inside the mind of a walking migraine</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>61</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-3816691508956420571</id><published>2007-12-03T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T09:52:08.067+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWERTE NG MAKABASA NITO</title><content type='html'>kung binuksan mo ito dahil:&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;kakilala mo ako&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lagi mo talaga binabasa ang mga post ko&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nabasa mo ang salitang "swerte"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;naka-all caps yung title ng post&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;ang swerte mo kasi iniimbitahan kita na i-add ang bago kong multiply account (&lt;a href=http://chacharles.multiply.com/&gt;chacharles&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br&gt;meron akong mga dahilan kung bakit gumawa ako ng bago:&lt;br&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;tinatamad na ako sa account na ito&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;naisip kong gumawa ng online diary, kaya kailangan ng bagong simula&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;marami akong di kakilala sa account na ito at tuwing magbubukas ako ng multiply, lagpas 50 yung post na hindi ko naman binabasa&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sobrang dami na ng tag sa account na ito na hindi naman organisado&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tinitignan ko kung may maga-add nga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;bakit naman ikaw ang maga-add at hindi ako? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para i-add mo ko anyway you want. add mo ko as grandfather, fraternity brother, cousin, manager, employee at kung anu-ano pang gusto mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;pano kung tamarin akong mag-add? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako ang maga-add sayo. kung lalake ka, ia-add kita bilang sister and vise-versa. kaya ikaw dapat ang mag-add sakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;wala akong pakelam. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wala rin akong pakelam sayo. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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UPDATES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;pasensya na sa mga masugid na tagabasa ng aking mga walang kwentang sulatin. tinatamad kasi ako mag-blog e. tsaka wala ring oras. sobrang busy ako sa trabaho ngayon at anim na araw akong pumapasok sa isang linggo. ganun kagrabe ang ginagawa ko ngayon sa opisina. mo money mo problems ika nga ni puffy dogg. pero ayun, abangan ang mga post sa hinaharap:&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;star awards&lt;/STRONG&gt; experience (oo, star awards. madami akong reklamo)&lt;BR&gt;mga &lt;STRONG&gt;pictures&lt;/STRONG&gt; galing sa star awards&lt;BR&gt;gig ng &lt;STRONG&gt;topjunk&lt;/STRONG&gt; sa magnet sa bunihay&lt;BR&gt;atg launch (&lt;STRONG&gt;sa opisina&lt;/STRONG&gt;)&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;excited na ba kayo?&lt;BR&gt;hahaha&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-6946810152672931332?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6946810152672931332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=6946810152672931332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/6946810152672931332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/6946810152672931332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/11/updates-updates.html' title='UPDATES! 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Wahab Akbar, 2 others killed in Batasan bomb blast&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div id="story" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 20px;"&gt; A bomb explosion at an entrance of the House of Representatives in Quezon City on Tuesday evening killed three people, including Basilan Rep. Wahab Akbar, and injured at least seven others.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The National Police and the Armed Forces immediately went on full alert.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo ordered Director General Avelino Razon, National Police chief, to personally lead the investigation of the explosion. The President said Razon should "submit periodic reports as warranted."&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; In a nationwide telecast late Tuesday evening, the President called for sobriety.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Director Geary Barias, chief of the National Capital Region Police Office, said the driver of Gabriela party-list Rep. Luzviminda Ilagan was also killed in the explosion. The driver was identified as Marcial Talbo.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Maan Bustalino, a staff member of Negros Oriental Rep. Pryde Henry Teves, who was also injured in the explosion, expired while being transfered from Malvar General Hospital on Commonwealth Avenue to the St. Luke's Medical Center on E. Rodriguez Sr. boulevard. She was rerouted to the Capitol Medical Center on Quezon Avenue instead where she was pronounced dead. Bustalino, who is from Dumaguete City, is in her mid-30's.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The explosion went off as the House ended its session at past 8 p.m.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; "At this point in time I'm saying it's a bomb, but I can't say what type of bomb," said Razon.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Police investigators suspect the bomb might have been placed on one of two parked motorcycles then remotely detonated as Akbar approached his car, fatally wounding him and ripping the motorcycles apart, Barias said.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; "It looks like Congressman Akbar was the target," Barias said.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Akbar, a former governor of Basilan province and reportedly a former member of the Abu Sayyaf group, had claimed he was a target of his former comrades.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Some security officials have suspected that Akbar knew the leaders of the Abu Sayyaf, a Muslim radical group that has its roots on Basilan island. But they said he later had a falling out with Abu Sayyaf commanders and started fighting them.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Akbar also had political opponents, including those that ran against one of his wives who succeeded him as governor of Basilan. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The bomb went off as drivers were picking up lawmakers and their staff and damaged a number of cars outside the south wing entrance to the Batasan Pambansa building.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; "I felt the blast although I was on the other side of the building. The ceiling of the canopy near the south wing entrance came down," Rep. Teodoro Casino told The Associated Press.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Rep. Joel Villanueva of the party-list Citizen's Battle Against Corruption said he was at the south wing of the building when he heard a "very loud explosion." &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Witnesses said they saw a van and one or two vehicles burning after the explosion. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Razon said a destroyed motorcycle was found and experts were conducting chemical swabs on it to find out if it was used to carry the bomb.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Police cordoned off the massive House complex in suburban Quezon City shortly after the explosion.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; "If this is terrorist action or work of an anarchist I'm sure it was deliberately done to cow us," House Speaker Jose de Venecia told reporters at the site.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Political tensions are high in the country. President Arroyo is facing a third impeachment complaint in as many years.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; "We cannot rule out anything until the investigation is completed," De Venecia said. "There are many threats to us personally and officially. We will have to decide whether we have to augment security."&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; He said he will speak with the President "to inform her tonight that we will not be cowed by terrorists."&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; The Philippine capital has been jittery since last month, when an explosion damaged a shopping mall in the financial district of Makati, killing 11 people and injuring more than 100 others. A preliminary police report said it was an accident, although the owners of the mall disputed the finding.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Militants have bombed targets in the capital in the past. &lt;b&gt;- GMANews.TV, with reports from dzBB and The Associated Press&lt;/b&gt;     	&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-8100474526545214874?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8100474526545214874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=8100474526545214874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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kung alam niyo : ]  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-10468722916333377?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/10468722916333377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=10468722916333377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/10468722916333377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/10468722916333377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/11/magkano-ba-ipod-video-o-kahit-anong.html' title='magkano ba iPod Video o kahit anong iPod na lagpas 30G?'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-5656333970856821761</id><published>2007-11-07T00:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-07T05:39:13.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>i can't believe my heart will ever broken by a friend. and by the person who've always been there to try and help me fix it?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://greisey.blogspot.com/2007/10/sa-gabing-ito-salbahe-ako.html"&gt;oh, the irony is killing me with hot lead across the chest.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-5656333970856821761?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5656333970856821761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=5656333970856821761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/5656333970856821761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/5656333970856821761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/11/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-7190438413872802051</id><published>2007-11-03T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T22:49:22.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tuloy ang lungkot</title><content type='html'>bago ang lahat, gusto ko lang sabihin, ang galing &lt;a href="http://unaismymistress.multiply.com/"&gt;neto&lt;/a&gt; magsulat. sumasakit ang ulo ko sa mga tula niya. pero comment ko lang, wag sana masyado mahaba. nawawalan ng interes ang mga normal na tao, unless di naman yun ang objective mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;tuloy ang ligaya&lt;br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sa totoo lang, di talaga ako mahilig magbasa. meron lang isang tao na nakakapag-udyok sa kin na magbasa. isang malaking dahilan nito ay trip ko kasi ang binabasa niya, kaya babasahin ko na rin. di pa naman ako nadidisappoint.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mas gusto ko ang magsulat. o mag-type, kung pilosopo ka. at madalas ay lumilikot ang isip ko. naiisip ko: "uy, ayus yun ah" kaso di ko na naisusulat, kasi madalas ay nakakalimutan ko na pagharap ko sa computer. maniwala ka, ginagawan ko ito ng paraan. bumili ako ng kulay berdeng kwaderno upang ilista ang aking mga naiisip. pero wala pa rin. tamad ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pano ba nilalabanan ang katamaran? magte-24 years na ko sa munda, di ko pa rin mahagilap ang sagot. ang pinaka-kombinyenteng sagot at paraan para sa akin. pero minsan isang hinuha ay dumapo sa aking isip na parang tutubing nagliliwaliw sa ilang. kailangan ko ng inspirasyon. isang bagay na magbibigay ng dahilan sa akin upang tumayo, maligo, magshampoo, magtoothbrush, magbihis ng malinis na damit, magbayad sa tricycle, magbayad sa jeep, maglakad ng milya milya, umupo ng 10 oras diretso, humarap sa walang katuturang makina, at iba't ibang bagay pa na normal kong ginagawa pero minsan ay kinatatamaran pa rin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kailangan natin ng inspirasyon, para lahat ng bagay na dapat mong gawin, ay parang di mo ginagawa.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-7190438413872802051?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/7190438413872802051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=7190438413872802051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/7190438413872802051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/7190438413872802051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/11/tuloy-ang-lungkot.html' title='tuloy ang lungkot'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-8428154183123380450</id><published>2007-11-02T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T02:53:52.168+08:00</updated><title type='text'>panahon para malungkot</title><content type='html'>ang multiply ay bintana ng buhay. totoo yan. para sa maraming tao sa contacts list ko. araw-araw mo itong chine-check. araw-araw mong tinitignan. kahit wala ka nang magawa dito, meron ka pa rin katiting na pag-asa na merong maga-update o magpopost na bago.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;sa multiply, masusubaybayan mo ang buhay ng mga kaibigan mo. kahit hindi gaanong accurate, ito pa rin ang nagsisilbing bintana ng mga buhay nila. parang sa opisina, may mga kaibigan ka. ngunit hanggang sa opisina lang ang nakikita mo. sa multiply, hanggang multiply na lang. unless kilala mo personally ang tao.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ngunit minsan, kahit kilala mo sila sa totoong buhay, kailangan mo pa ring subaybayan sila sa multiply. dahil ang multiply ay bintana ng buhay. ngunit pwede mo rin piliin kung sino ang makakita ng buhay mo. pwedeng makita ng lahat, pwede makita ng ilan. ako, mga contact ko lang ang nakakakita ng mukha ko. paliwanag ko kay &lt;a href="http://gelay18.multiply.com"&gt;gurr&lt;/a&gt;, baka ma-kidnap ako. siyempre hindi naman ganun katotoo yun, iwas stalker lang (hehe). pero lahat ng blog post ko ay bukas para sa lahat ng tao.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;teka, ano ba ang punto ko? bakit ganyan ang pamagat ng sulating ito?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nalulungkot ako. dinelete ako ng kaibigan ko sa multiply niya. di ko alam kung sinadya o ano, pero wala na ako sa contacts niya. di ko alam kung bakit, pero meron akong clue. pero, nalulungkot talaga ako. kasi nasara ang bintana ko sa kanyang buhay. di ko na malalaman kung ano na ang nangyayari sa kanya. wala nang masayang pagbabasa. wala nang madaling paraan upang malaman ang lagay niya. wala na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;---&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href=http://blackendgray.multiply.com/journal/item/9&gt;http://blackendgray.multiply.com/journal/item/9&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-8428154183123380450?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8428154183123380450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=8428154183123380450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/8428154183123380450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/8428154183123380450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/11/panahon-para-malungkot.html' title='panahon para malungkot'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-5172335021799742062</id><published>2007-11-02T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T09:11:01.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ulila</title><content type='html'>hindi mabakas ang kalungkutan ng aking puso habang ikaw ay wala. wala akong magawa. hindi pareho ang araw. hindi pareho ang buwan. kahit na pagiiba lang ang natatanging pareho, kapag nandyan ka, kahit papano ok lang. walang problema. walang masama. lahat ay ngiti, at walang pighati.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-5172335021799742062?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5172335021799742062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=5172335021799742062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/5172335021799742062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/5172335021799742062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/11/ulila.html' title='ulila'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-3412727722794579286</id><published>2007-10-27T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T04:15:43.347+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tinamaan ng magaling na nunal</title><content type='html'>hahaha! di lang pala ako ang may &lt;a href="http://wonderdust.multiply.com/journal/item/63/imaginary_mail"&gt;ganitong opinyon.&lt;/a&gt; hindi ba kagulat-gulat at kataka-taka na biglang sumabog ang glorietta nang humingi ang &lt;a href="http://www.manilatimes.net/national/2007/oct/23/yehey/metro/20071023met1.html"&gt;tatlong bishop ng cbcp&lt;/a&gt; ng resignation ni gloria? tapos meron pang ZTE deal/scandal. tas pinardon si erap. hay nakakahibang. tas &lt;a href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/photos/album/64/a_clear_sign_of_the_impending_apocalypse"&gt;naglabas pa ng album si juday &lt;/a&gt;di ko na ma-take talaga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;p.s.&lt;br&gt;click mo yung mga link&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-3412727722794579286?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/3412727722794579286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=3412727722794579286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/3412727722794579286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/3412727722794579286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/10/tinamaan-ng-magaling-na-nunal.html' title='tinamaan ng magaling na nunal'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-1490031039789860154</id><published>2007-10-23T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T17:48:56.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>underdog</title><content type='html'>i am but your great underdog&lt;br&gt;like you own me&lt;br&gt;but im happy&lt;br&gt;that youre happy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i am but your great underdog&lt;br&gt;like you possess me&lt;br&gt;you should shoot me&lt;br&gt;i'll let you shoot me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i am but your great underdog&lt;br&gt;like you control me&lt;br&gt;and i'll have you&lt;br&gt;'cause you have me&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i am but your great underdog&lt;br&gt;like you've captivated me&lt;br&gt;but i've won you&lt;br&gt;like you've won me  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-1490031039789860154?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1490031039789860154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=1490031039789860154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/1490031039789860154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/1490031039789860154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/10/underdog.html' title='underdog'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-999635866839072213</id><published>2007-10-23T06:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T10:00:59.274+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the most depressing thing i have ever seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/Rx1VYQoKCo4AAFfJO7k1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;what is the most depressing thing you've ever seen? up until this point, &lt;a href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/journal/item/15/the_most_depressing_thing_ive_ever_seen"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; has been the most depressing scene i saw. but take a look at the picture below, and read me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rx1VYQoKCo4AAFfJO7k1"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddle" src="http://images.blackendgray.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rx1VYQoKCo4AAFfJO7k1/DSC01163.JPG?et=ZK0nc9CJbVsANSwx4NAcUg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;it was no ordinary wednesday. me and my friends (rachel and babab) planned a &lt;a href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/photos/album/60/mula_tanghalian_hanggang_hapunan"&gt;wednesday viewing&lt;/a&gt; because we couldn't go on a normal saturday. after having lunch at mcdonald's, we were off to the quiapo locale. then at the jeepney we took, i saw this kid who had the deepest eyebags you have ever seen. i mean, deeper than mine - and i thought i had the deepest ones. and i noticed that this kid (probably 5 or 6 years old) was really sleepy. you know how sleepy you get after three sleepless nights? that's how sleepy he was. he was a wreck. then to make it worse, his mother, was keeping him awake - depriving the poor kid precious child sleep! i was in complete shock and awe. i have seen things that has depressed me before, but this was by far the saddest thing. i could understand that he maybe had a sleeping disorder that's so deadly that even when he rests his eyes for 5 seconds, he gets cut off just like that. he must have had a disorder, because if he didn't, and his mother keeps letting him staty awake it would make me go to that same place and wait for them to pass again and tell that mother that sleep is the most important privilege of children and she shouldnt deprive her son specially if theyre poor and stuff like that. crap, that was sad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;finally i got over it because of my great friends, then out of nowhere, after two weeks, i see another kid with the same dilema! that's the picture above, which i've managed to steal. now that's sad. it's so sad, it made me forget all my problems. and to make things worst, this kid kept staring at me. like i was watching him or something. crap, that was so sad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now, what i want to do to get over this is to know what kind of disease those kids have. then maybe find a charity or foundation that helps other kids that have the same depressing problem. i know i have nurse and doctor contacts here, and if you have any idea what i'm talking about, tell me. because crap, this is so sad.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-999635866839072213?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/999635866839072213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=999635866839072213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/999635866839072213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/999635866839072213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/10/most-depressing-thing-i-have-ever-seen.html' title='the most depressing thing i have ever seen'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-260493334437410595</id><published>2007-10-20T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T01:35:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pasensya na</title><content type='html'>dala ng emosyon, kaya ko naisulat yon. &lt;br&gt;kung may nasaktang damdamin, di ko sinasadya. &lt;br&gt;kung may tumulong luha, di ko minarapat.&lt;br&gt;ako lamang ay nabigla. sana mapatawad.&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-260493334437410595?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/260493334437410595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=260493334437410595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/260493334437410595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/260493334437410595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/10/pasensya-na.html' title='pasensya na'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-8431612398171464742</id><published>2007-10-19T15:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T19:41:43.578+08:00</updated><title type='text'>minsan ba..</title><content type='html'>feeling mo kaaway ka ng lahat ng tao kahit wala ka namang ginagawa. tumatambay ka lang naman sa tabi-tabi, tahimik lang, walang binabangga pero somehow kaaway ka pa rin ng lahat. tapos ang mga kaibigan na pinupuntahan mo usually ang siyang nagbibigay sayo ng dahilan upang magsulat ng ganito? minsan ba nararamdaman mo yun?  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-8431612398171464742?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-4563096003571811219</id><published>2007-10-17T18:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:49:50.814+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blissful sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlTOSJTQ_Bs/RxXozRmL8eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J39qTBlVstU/s1600-h/image-upload-3-789140.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlTOSJTQ_Bs/RxXozRmL8eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J39qTBlVstU/s320/image-upload-3-789140.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;ayan o parang natutulog lang.&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/4830398959137337027-4563096003571811219?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FlTOSJTQ_Bs/RxXozRmL8eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/J39qTBlVstU/s72-c/image-upload-3-789140.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-4824673685914321658</id><published>2007-10-16T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T03:41:18.669+08:00</updated><title type='text'>parang natutulog lang</title><content type='html'>naexperience mo na ba yung di mo malaman kung totoo yung nangyayari o panaginip lang? yung parang nangyari sa narrator sa  fight club. sa dami at gulo ng mga pangyayari na nagaganap sa paligid niya, di niya alam kung ano talaga nangyayari.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;minsan meron kang panaginip na sobrang intricate ng mga details. sobrang vivid ng mga kaganapan. akala mo totoong nangyayare. anong kalalabasan? nagsasalita ka sa pagtulog. minsan, gumigising kang basa ang kama o ang boxers mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero minsan naman, gising ka. pero feeling mo panaginip lang ang nangyayari. pag tumingin ka sa paligid mo, totoo at authentic ang mga bagay. pero di ka maniwalang totoo ang nangyayari. parang kapag nanalo ng championship ang team mo sa basketbol. o kaya naman, sa puntong naabot mo na ang pangarap mo, parang pangarap pa rin. parang high ka lang. parang natutulog lang. hehehe syet.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-4824673685914321658?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4824673685914321658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-1995288317464122153</id><published>2007-10-12T22:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T02:45:44.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sa wakas</title><content type='html'>matagal ko nang pangarap ang mag-perform sa harap ng maraming tao. simula pa siguro nung bata ako, di ko maalala. pero mas lalong tumindi ang pagnanasa ko dito, nang mapanuod ko ang banda ng pinsan ko at sabi ko, "kaya ko rin yan a". oo, nainggit ako. gusto ko rin yun. kahit ayaw ng mga tao sa kin, gusto ko kumanta. gusto ko magbuo ng banda.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;actually, ilang beses na rin natupad ang pangarap kong ito. nung last year ko sa kolehiyo, nagbuo kami ng banda para sa party ng iskwelahan namin. tinugtog namin ang paborito kong kanta sa panahon na yun, kanta ng incubus. ansarap talaga. kahit pumiyok ako sa dulo, kahit binato ako nung isang kups na andun, nasiyahan ako. gusto ko umulit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;dumating ang isa pang pagkakataon sa annual youth convention ng aming grupo. napadaan lang ako sa stage kasi kakilala ko yung tumutugtog. tapos tinanung nila ko, gusto mo kumanta? oo naman! at ayun. sa harap ng may 5,000 tao, pinakawalan ko ang natatago kong harot sa katawan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at ngayon, pagpasok ko sa kasalukuyang kompanya, inimbitahan agad ako ng mga tao dun na magbuo ng banda. tira agad ako, kasi gustong gusto ko. tapos, gustong gusto rin nila ang incubus. kaya gustong gusto ko rin. at nagsimula na kami mag-jam, gumawa ng kanta, magcover ng mga kanta. sa wakas, nagkaroon din kami ng gig.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mga kaibigan at friends at amigo at amiga, sa sunday, 11pm, sa watering hole sa tapat ng edsa shangrila, ang UNANG GIG NG UNANG SERYOSONG BANDA KO. ang pangalan namin, dun niyo na malalaman. ang korny kase niya. pero sana talaga pumunta kayo. manuod kayo. pagmasdan kung pano kami magkalat. nung isang linggo pa ko excited. wala pa yung banda, excited na ko. kaya, sana makasama ko kayo sa excitement ko. sana, panuorin niyo akong abutin ang pangarap ko. sa andrama ko. hehehe.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-1995288317464122153?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1995288317464122153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=1995288317464122153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/1995288317464122153'/><link rel='self' 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src="http://images.blackendgray.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rw2ixgoKCo4AABJl@RM1/mjones6.jpg?et=J4oO6bKU9Yg9Lt1penjeyw" border=0&gt;what a shame...&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;DIV align=left&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;SPAN class=insertedphoto&gt;&lt;A href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/Rw2i1QoKCo4AABw-KdI1"&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignleft src="http://images.blackendgray.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rw2i1QoKCo4AABw-KdI1/timemar.jpg?et=BYIxlcskalPJGzKYRCxrHw" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;/DIV&gt; &lt;P align=left&gt;&lt;IMG class=alignmiddle src="http://images.blackendgray.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/Rw2ijgoKCo4AABIxZyg1/mjonesflg.jpg?et=Yv9fFE7UkyaYmG6vTcpwSQ" border=0&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;/SPAN&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p 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jones'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-8826288306997334392</id><published>2007-10-10T00:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T04:34:15.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang pagkakaiba</title><content type='html'>unti-unting bumabagal&lt;br&gt; ang kahit anong gumagalaw&lt;br&gt; nagiging tunog bula&lt;br&gt; ang anumang nagsasalita&lt;br&gt; lumalamig ang paligid.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; ngunit makita lamang ang kanyang ngiti&lt;br&gt; buntong hininga habang tulala&lt;br&gt; mga nakakatunaw na pagtitig&lt;br&gt; maging dahilan ng pagngisi&lt;br&gt; ngayo'y natunaw ang niyebe.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; nawawala ang pighati.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; lumilipad.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; masarap na kasama.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-8826288306997334392?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8826288306997334392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=8826288306997334392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/8826288306997334392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/8826288306997334392'/><link 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buong center for the arts.&lt;br&gt;sa gilid lang tuloy kami nakaupo.&lt;br&gt;tapos binaboy pa yung mga kanta ng saosin at co&amp;ca (my opinion only lols).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;isusulat ko ba yung sa effinboiche?&lt;br&gt;na hindi alam i-pronounce nung host (effin-boysh ate, hindi effin-boytch hehe)&lt;br&gt;na hindi ko sila masyadong nagustuhan sa live (although maganda boses ni alex the vocals)&lt;br&gt;na nagintay kami ng mga lima o anim set bago sila?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;isusulat ko ba yung tungkol sa giniling?&lt;br&gt;na ngayon lang napanuod ni babab at sobrang nagustuhan niya (wala pa ring kupas)&lt;br&gt;na binura ang mailing list nila?&lt;br&gt;na nominated sa NU Rock Awards?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;o isusulat ko ba ang napakagandang dose oras na ginugol ko kasama ang aking kaibigang si babab.&lt;br&gt;at sobrang nag-enjoy kami at na natulog after namin dumating sa kanila&lt;br&gt;at nagkwentuhan ng mahabang-mahaba&lt;br&gt;at nagpiano-pianuhan pa&lt;br&gt;at naggitara-gitarahan pa&lt;br&gt;at nagkanta-kantahan pa&lt;br&gt;at nagalmu-almusal pa&lt;br&gt;at kung anu-ano pa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ano ba isusulat ko?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nga pala. isa akong bobong tao. napakatanga. walang kwenta. walang kadating-dating. zero ako sa exam.&lt;br&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-484592980019251852?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/484592980019251852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=484592980019251852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/484592980019251852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/484592980019251852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/10/kagabi.html' title='kagabi?'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-914250784845599185</id><published>2007-10-05T04:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:05:49.908+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this teri hatcher business</title><content type='html'>for goodness sake get over it. it was just a line. nobody meant it. and that line, in my opinion, was funny - even if it was negative for the doctors who studied here.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;let me tell you something, i'm sick of hearing this desperate housewives business every morning. we should be using our time on something better - like how philippine med schools can become world class and not be part of some season-opener-joke. it's just sick. and nonsense. i marvel at why i'm even writing about this.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-914250784845599185?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/914250784845599185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-6101311408619048114</id><published>2007-10-04T10:04:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T10:28:18.091+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing the photo blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HpuLUDU3DQ/RwRKReBCETI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGgT-UMODEM/s1600-h/image-upload-19-792681.jpe"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HpuLUDU3DQ/RwRKReBCETI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGgT-UMODEM/s320/image-upload-19-792681.jpe"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;i was browsing the internet when i saw francism's site. it was a photo blog from his own k880i (same one that i have). so here i'm trying it now.&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/4830398959137337027-6101311408619048114?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6101311408619048114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=6101311408619048114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/6101311408619048114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/6101311408619048114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/10/testing-photo-blog.html' title='testing the photo blog'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HpuLUDU3DQ/RwRKReBCETI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rGgT-UMODEM/s72-c/image-upload-19-792681.jpe' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-241262127937812366</id><published>2007-10-04T05:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-04T09:04:50.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga group account ng giniling festival</title><content type='html'>at ito pa ang magiging una ko post pagkatapos ng mahabang panahon (mga isang linggo).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;di mo alam kung bakit may mga taong galit sa iyo, wala ka naman ginagawa sa kanila. di ka naman nananagasa ng tao. nagiingat ka nga na mangyari yun e. pero bakit merong ganung mga tao?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kung naaalala niyo, natanggal ang groups ng Giniling Festival mga 10 months ago ng walang dahilan. at talagang inis na inis kami nun dahil andami na namin nailagay nila keies at anto dun. sa madaling salita, pinaghirapan namin yung site na yun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so syempre, sinulatan namin ang multiply. hiniling namin na ibalik ang multiply group na yon. ngunit kami ay nasawi. kaya nag-move on na lang kami, gumawa ng &lt;a href="http://iamginilingfestival.multiply.com"&gt;bagong account&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;at ngayon, mag yahoo group naman ang nawalang parang bula. kung kailan kailangan namin ang group na yon (malapit na ang rock awards). 2000+ na ang member, at active siya more than ever. tsaka ito nawala.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so SOP ay sumulat sa yahoo, dahil siguradong kaya nilang ibalik yun. pero sana magreply sila kahit ano (skeptical kasi si jebs e).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;may hinala ako. hindi coincidence na mawala ang multiply group at ang yahoo group. may hacker. yun lang. anjologs mong hacker ka, ano ba nagawa namin sayo?  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-241262127937812366?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/241262127937812366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=241262127937812366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/241262127937812366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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makaka-experience kayo ng flood ng mga post kaya madali kong sasabihin na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PASENSYA &lt;/span&gt;na sa abala. wag niyo na lang pansinin yung mga post. basta wag niyo lang ako ireklamo please? hehehe : )&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bukas ko isasagawa ang operasyon, para mabasa muna to ng mga frequenters ng multiply. para di kayo mabigla hehehe. kasi naman, nakakaasiwa nga yung flood ng mga photo albums, blogs, at kung anu-ano pang post na matagal mo nang nakita pero somehow lumalabas uli sa dashboard diba? tapos nakalagay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"latest reply was 134 days ago"&lt;/span&gt;. akala mo bagong post, di naman pala. so ayun. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SORRY &lt;/span&gt;sa makaka-experience ng flood.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;gagawin ko ito dahil may mga stalker. seryoso. meron kasing mga bagay dito na hindi dapat malaman ng di ko kilala diba? so ayun. ang mga susunod kong mga post ay for "contacts" na lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero may loophole. di ko sasabihin, pero malamang mafigure out niyo rin - matatalino naman kayo e. ang clue: cross post. yun lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kaya muli, humihingi ako ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PAUMANHIN &lt;/span&gt;kung mag-flood ng post ko bukas. ika nga ni chona, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"this sight is under construct."&lt;/span&gt; hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;nagmamahal,&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;chacharles&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-4422130210787014490?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4422130210787014490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=4422130210787014490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/4422130210787014490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/4422130210787014490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/warning-flood-ng-blog-post-ko-bukas.html' title='WARNING: Flood ng blog post ko bukas'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-671700590560839970</id><published>2007-09-26T06:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T10:02:15.278+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kumusta ka?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;pag tinanong ka ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"kumusta ka?"&lt;/span&gt; ang usual na sagot, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ok lang"&lt;/span&gt; diba? tama ba? oo diba? pero napagtanto ko nung isang araw, na walang taong OK. lahat yata may problema. sabihin niyo sakin kung sino walang problema. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pati mga bata may problema:&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pano kaya ako makakapaglaro? e andami ko pa assignment!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"gusto ko bumili ng mga pokemon cards, wala ako pera" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"sira na naman tsinelas ko, hay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"di ako makalampas sa level na to! wala ako mahanap na walkthrough huhuhu"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pati sanggol walang kawala:&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"asan na ba yung gatas ko? nagugutom na ko. waaaaaaaaaah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"oh no. najebs na naman ata ako, basa yung diaper ko. waaaaaaaaaaaah!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pati mga mentally incapacitated:&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"di ako loko-loko!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"i'm not crazyyyyy!!!!!!!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pano kaya ako makakalabas dito, di naman ako loko-loko e"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so, lahat nga tayo may mga problema. hindi siguro kasing bigat ayon sa perception ng ibang tao, pero mabigat siya sa kinatatayuan natin. pero lahat tayo may iniisip. may problema. may mga tao lang na di kayang hawakan yung problema, hanggang sa mapatid na ang tali.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so kung tatanungin ako, "kumusta ka na" ang aking sagot: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;steady lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i have a zits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;chona fever kami ni gracy. sa mga di nakakakilala sa kanya (chona), punta lamang kayo dito: &lt;a href=http://chona.blogspot.com&gt;http://chona.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. is very hilarious read. pero hindi yan ang punto ko. my point is, meron na naman akong mga tigyawat. meron sa noo, sa gilid ng noo, at sa gilid ng labi. badtrip lang kasi alam mo ba ibig sabihin pag may tigyawat ako? basta kung alam mo, badtrip talaga.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-671700590560839970?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/671700590560839970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=671700590560839970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/671700590560839970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/671700590560839970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/kumusta-ka.html' title='kumusta ka?'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-5353916142773325505</id><published>2007-09-25T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T13:43:49.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 157px; height: 254px;" class="alignright" src="http://www.wedgwoodbc.org/media/images/question%20mark.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;bakit tuwing maririnig kong tumutunog si donna ikaw ang naiisip ko at pinagdadasal ko na sana mabasa ko ang pangalan mo? bakit? o hinde.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CHARLE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt=""&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/CHARLE%7E1/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot-1.jpg" alt=""&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-5353916142773325505?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5353916142773325505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=5353916142773325505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/5353916142773325505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/5353916142773325505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/bakit.html' title='bakit?'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-3133092627959885450</id><published>2007-09-24T04:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T08:26:51.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the dangers of control c. control c yung copy tas control v yung paste. ingat kayo sa password mga ganun</title><content type='html'>from ericksondc&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ctrl+C may be the most important work we do everyday. But it's not a very safe thing to do. Read on to know why. What happens when you press Ctrl+C while you are Online... We do copy various data by Ctrl + C for pasting elsewhere. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This copied data is stored in clipboard and is accessible from the net by a combination of Javascripts and ASP.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just try this:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1) Copy any text by Ctrl + C&lt;br&gt;2) Click the Link:  &lt;a href="http://www.sourcecodesworld.com/special/clipboard.asp"&gt;Here&lt;br&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3) You will see the text you copied was accessed by this web page.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do not keep sensitive data (like passwords, credit card numbers, PIN etc.) in the clipboard while surfing the web. It is extremely easy to extract the text stored in the clipboard to steal your sensitive information. Forward this information to as many friends as you can, to save them from online frauds ! " &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Interestingly, this hack works only on internet explorer, and not on &lt;a href="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/iclk?sa=l&amp;num=1&amp;client=ca-ref-pub-8491295191187094&amp;adurl=http://tools.google.com/firefox/toolbar/bundle/%3Fai%3DBdtEjVjTpRpehBJr8mAS0-InEDdGe8hfnqPzPAcWNtwEAEAEYASC186EHOABQ4d3zZGDhpLqFkBqgAbWVyP0DsgEWbWFyay1kaWF6LmJsb2dzcG90LmNvbboBDjE4MHg2MF9hc19yaW1nyAEC2gEeaHR0cDovL21hcmstZGlhei5ibG9nc3BvdC5jb20vgAIBwAIDqAMD&amp;ai=B6E5yVjTpRpehBJr8mAS0-InEDdGe8hfnqPzPAcWNtwEAEAEYASC186EHOABQsIHIWGDhpLqFkBqgAbWVyP0DsgEWbWFyay1kaWF6LmJsb2dzcG90LmNvbboBDjE4MHg2MF9hc19yaW1nyAEC2gEeaHR0cDovL21hcmstZGlhei5ibG9nc3BvdC5jb20vgAIBwAIDqAMD"&gt;Mozilla Firefox&lt;/a&gt; browser.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-3133092627959885450?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/3133092627959885450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=3133092627959885450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/3133092627959885450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/3133092627959885450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/dangers-of-control-c-control-c-yung.html' title='the dangers of control c. control c yung copy tas control v yung paste. ingat kayo sa password mga ganun'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-756807983811082165</id><published>2007-09-22T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:48:04.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make the Pie Higher</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This following poem is composed entirely of actual quotes from George W. Bush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Make the Pie Higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I think we all agree, the past is over.&lt;br&gt;This is still a dangerous world.&lt;br&gt;It's a world of madmen&lt;br&gt;And uncertainty&lt;br&gt;And potential mental losses.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rarely is the question asked&lt;br&gt;Is our children learning?&lt;br&gt;Will the highways of the internet&lt;br&gt;Become more few?&lt;br&gt;How many hands have I shaked?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;They misunderestimate me.&lt;br&gt;I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.&lt;br&gt;I know that the human being and the fish&lt;br&gt;Can coexist.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Families is where our nation finds hope&lt;br&gt;Where our wings take dream.&lt;br&gt;Put food on your family!&lt;br&gt;Knock down the tollbooth!&lt;br&gt;Vulcanize society!&lt;br&gt;Make the pie higher!&lt;br&gt;Make the pie higher!&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-756807983811082165?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/756807983811082165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=756807983811082165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/756807983811082165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/756807983811082165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/make-pie-higher.html' title='Make the Pie Higher'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-1587755090464243624</id><published>2007-09-21T09:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T13:59:22.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>medyo kailangan ko ang tulong ng contacts ko at kung sinu-sino pa ang makakabasa nito</title><content type='html'>   naadik ako ngayon sa mga banda na femail ang vocalist&lt;br&gt;pero yung mga bago lang sa pandinig ko&lt;br&gt;tulad ng:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icebergkorea.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/12/yeah_yeah_yeahs.jpg"&gt;yeah yeah yeahs&lt;/a&gt; (salamat kay pupay)&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://redslim08.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/127/9?xurl=%2Fphotos%2Fphoto%2F127%2F9"&gt;effinboiche&lt;/a&gt; (naging contact ko sa multiply yung vocalist bago pa nakasali at nanalo sa mga kung anu-anong contest, ganda pala ng boses niya)&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://a884.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/23/l_6db1c6514474e4c806e60b8620d37843.jpg"&gt;paramore&lt;/a&gt; (pramis, nung isang araw ko lang sila napakinggan. pero matagal ko na sila alam)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ngayon dahil nabasa mo na ako, ito ang trabaho mo: magpost ka ng comment. magrecommend ka ng banda na femail fronted. gusto ko yung hindi ko pa naririnig. tas dapat may link kung san ko mahahanap. ok?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ito ang mga narinig ko na:&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiecultureonline.com/images/news/imago_news11032004.jpg"&gt;imago&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yehey.com/local/lifestyle/images/cynthiaAlexander.JPG"&gt;cynthia alexander&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arhythmius.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/barbie.jpg"&gt;barbie's cradle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arhythmius.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/barbie.jpg"&gt;hungry young poets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.greenpeace.org/raw/image_big_teaser/seasia/en/photosvideos/photos/starpower_kitchie1.jpg"&gt;mojofly&lt;/a&gt; (actually, di ko pa naririnig yung &lt;a href="http://www.clickthecity.com/music_article.asp?p=924"&gt;bago&lt;/a&gt; - kasi biased ako para kay kitchie hehehe)&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://org.ntnu.no/fg/arkiv/program/D%27sound.jpg"&gt;d'sound&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.rollingstone.com/assets/rs/35/6012/images/79281_lg.jpg"&gt;sixpence none the richer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://img234.imageshack.us/img234/3092/unplugged5du.jpg"&gt;cranberries&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;marami pa sigurong iba, pero di ko na matandaan. basta reply kayo dito. tignan natin. help me.&lt;br&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-1587755090464243624?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1587755090464243624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=1587755090464243624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/1587755090464243624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/1587755090464243624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/medyo-kailangan-ko-ang-tulong-ng.html' title='medyo kailangan ko ang tulong ng contacts ko at kung sinu-sino pa ang makakabasa nito'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-369234030836465065</id><published>2007-09-19T08:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T12:09:42.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>online couple cheated with each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;P class=standfirst&gt;&lt;STRONG style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;EM&gt;this story is absolutely hilarious. a really funny irony. give it a read.&lt;/EM&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;STRONG style="DISPLAY: block"&gt;A married couple who didn't realise they were chatting each other up on the internet are divorcing.&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Sana Klaric and husband Adnan, who used the names "Sweetie" and "Prince of Joy" in an online chatroom, spent hours telling each other about their marriage troubles, Metro.co.uk reported. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;The truth emerged when the two turned up for a date. Now the pair, from Zenica in central Bosnia, are divorcing after accusing each other of being unfaithful. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;"I was suddenly in love. It was amazing. We seemed to be stuck in the same kind of miserable marriage. How right that turned out to be," Sana, 27, said. &lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;Adnan, 32, said: "I still find it hard to believe that Sweetie, who wrote such wonderful things, is actually the same woman I married and who has not said a nice word to me for years".&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;here's the web link: &lt;A href="http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,22439156-5012895,00.html"&gt;http://www.news.com.au/dailytelegraph/story/0,22049,22439156-5012895,00.html&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-369234030836465065?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/369234030836465065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=369234030836465065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/369234030836465065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/369234030836465065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/online-couple-cheated-with-each-other.html' title='online couple cheated with each other'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-378546340406081252</id><published>2007-09-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T02:11:23.167+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mula sa baul ni mang dom</title><content type='html'>habang naghahalukay ng mga gamit&lt;br&gt;aking natagpuan ang isang tula:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;your overwhelming smile&lt;br&gt;will haunt through the night&lt;br&gt;sleepless it will be&lt;br&gt;be it like my undying&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;you have dragged my heart&lt;br&gt;to the most feared place&lt;br&gt;where falling down is a good thing&lt;br&gt;but a bad thing, being picked up is.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;naaalala ko dati, kapag gusto kong makuha ang isang bagay, minsan nalulungkot ako ng sobra dahil di ko ito pwedeng kunin o hindi ko ito makuha sa kung anung dahilan. pero nalaman ko, sa pagdaan ng panahon sa aking buhay, hindi lahat ng gusto mo ngayon ay gusto mo pa rin mamaya. huwag na huwag ka mag-asal bata na kung anung gusto kainin sa party ay ilalagay lahat sa pinggan. takaw-mata. mag-asal matanda ka. diet.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 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Most people think you are?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mayabang, tahimik, hindi normal, matalino, maangas, weirdo. pero sa kabila ng lahat ng ito, wala akong pakelam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Do you believe in soulmates?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Do you think love is always enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you also need faith and hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Single or Taken?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- neither. wag mo na itanong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Are you still friends with your ex/s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- some. weird kasi minsan e. i take all the blame please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Unforgettable letters that you ever received?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i've got. and i still smile when i read them sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Who is your biggest crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- marami akong crush. dati, bago sumikat, patay na patay ako kay iya villania. natutunaw ako pag tinitignan ko yung poster niya - pero dati yun, jologs na ngayon e. na-starstruck naman ako kay kelly misa nung makita ko siya sa mcdo dati. napaka-ubod ng ganda niya. wala akong ubod ng crush ngayon, siguro dahil nagmature na rin ako (wow). pero ang pinakamalaki kong crush, yung isang member ng choir na ubod ng cute. hindi siguro siya ganun kaganda sa ibang tao, pano probinsyana siya, tas maliit lang, payat, pero anlakas talaga ng dating niya. nagkaroon ako ng dalawang malapit na kaibigan dahil sa attraction ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9.First crush in college?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dahil maliit lang ang iskwelahan namin, second sem ng first year na ko nagkaron ng crush sa kolehiyo. fatima pangalan nun. ang cute niya tignan. pero syempre, peculiar ang type ko kaya di rin siguro siya magadna sa ibang tao. pero cute siya. may magandang ngiti at maliit na mga mata. sa sobrang pagka-crush ko sa kanya, ginawan ko siya ng mga manuscript ng tula ko. pero hindi ako ang nagbigay. mga kakilala ko sa school, pinaabot ko sa kanila. di niya siguro nalaman na ako ang nagsulat ng mga yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- naparami ko nang napakinggan na mga kanta kaya mahirap magsulat ngayon dito. kaya sasabihn ko na lang mga tipo ko para magkaron kayo ng ideya kung ano man. dahil isa akong weirdo sa paningin ng mga tao, kailangan kong panindigan yun. gusto ko ng corrine bailey rae, norah jones at alicia keys. gusto ko rin si john legend, ludacris, eminem at usher. mahilig din ako makinig ng string music, kaso di ko alam ang mga title. pero ang dominante sa tenga ko ay band music syempre. pinaka-malaking impluwensya sakin ang incubus at si brandon boyd. di ko pa rin makuha ang style nila sa pagsusulat, pero sana malaman ko kasi ang gagaling nila. after ng incubus, meron pang iba tulad ng radiohead, at the drive-in, sparta, silverchair, coldplay, a perfect circle, the strokes at iba pang iba-ibang banda na hindi mo makikita ang koneksyon. gusto ko rin ang opm, merong mga banda na na-manage na hindi manggaya ng tugtog ng iba (di tulad ng hale, cueshe, at soapdish). andyan syempre ang all-time favorite opm ko (at ng iba din siguro) ang eraserheads. gusto ko rin ang sandwich (yung luma), itchyworms, cambio, giniling festival (di ako biased kahit pinsan ko yung vocalist), sago at iba pa. nakalimutan ko na lang siguro yung iba pasensya na. at upang sagutin ang tanong mo, ang paborito kong kanta ay "i miss you" ng incubus. ito ay dahil isa akong romantiko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Favorite Soundtrack?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yung mga gawa ni adam sandler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. The latest band/singer that u like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- kadangyan. anlupet nila grabe. feeling ko dapat sila talaga ang magrepresent ng pilipinas sa wbob. ethnic sila na may halong rock. ang kulit pa nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Boy bands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ayoko man aminin, pero nagustuhan ko ang vocal harmony ng backstreet boys. andyan pa rin ang boys to men. hanson din ok, lalu na sa acoustic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Rock bands?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- refer to answer number 10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Give one word that best describes what your feeling now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Person who is always there when you're bored?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- ang ibig mo ba sabihin ay boring yung tao? kasi kung siya lagi kasama mo pag bored ka, ibig sabihin boring yun diba? tama ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Name 5 people you saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- dalawa lang ang kahihinatnan ng tanong na to. isang impertinenteng sagot at yung normal. pero dahil abnormal ako, ang sagot ko ay: marami na akong nakitang tao. yung pamilya ko, 5 sila eksakto. so lima na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18.When you were little, what did you want to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- maging artist katulad ng erps ko. pero somehow naging comsci ako (di ko naman pinagsisisihan, kasi pangit din naman ako magdrowing e)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. Who did you last go out with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nagtanghalian kami ni jucy mga two weeks ago. ok lang naman. masarap siya kakwentuhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Who was the last person to texted you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- si keies. me gig ang giniling mamaya sa purple haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. What time did you sleep last night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- natulog ako mga 10. kasi kailangan ko gumising ng 4 (ngayon nagsisisi ako, dapat 9 ako natulog kasi inaantok ako ngayon at di makapagisip ng tama)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What's your happy thought?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- na lahat ng bagay ay kone-konektado at apektado ng isa't isa para sa higit na nakabubuting mga bagay at gawain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. What makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- performing in front of a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. What makes you sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- disappointment. parang ngayon. ayoko nang pumasok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. What would you like to have right at this very second that seems totally impossible?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- conversation with a person who'll genuinely make me smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. Would you marry for money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i dont think so. i hope i dont as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27. Have you had braces?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hindi pa. gusto ko sana kumuha e. ewan ko kung bakit di pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Could you live without a computer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sabihin na nating mas-succesful ako kaysa ngayon kung walang computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. If you could live in a past time period where would it be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 70s. alam kong cliche tong sagot na to pero gusto ko talaga yung period na yun. malapit nang magdisband ang beatles at puro mga ginto na yung mga nasusulat nila as in. tapos gusto kong maging hippie. gusto ko rin abutan yung hardcore punk era na nagsimula noong late 70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;30. Do you drink enough water?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i'm mostly pale so i proble don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;31. Do you wear shoes in the house or take them off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mainit e. kaya tsinelas na lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. What are your favorite fruits?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mango at apple. lalu na pag iinumin. saging kung kakainin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;33. What is your favorite place to visit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sa totoo lang mas gusto ko sa bahay lang. di ako mahilig gumala. pero kung gagala ako, pupunta ako sa music store or sa bookstore. meron akong gustong puntahan ngayon. yung 4-storey bookstore sa the fort daw. bababbbbb!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;34. Are you photogenic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hindi. wag kayong maniniwala sa pictures ever. it's very deceiving and it encourages vanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Do you dream in color or b/w?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- colored tsong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. Why do you take surveys?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- naaaliw kasi ako minsan. pero sa pagkakataon na to, gusto ko lang lumipad ang isip ko. dami kasing problema e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. Do you drink alcohol?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;38. What is the most beautiful language?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- spanish is hot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;39. Do you like being kissed when you are asleep?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i wouldn't know man. i'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40. Do you like sunrise or sunsets the most?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mas gusto ko sunset kasi mahirap gumising sa umaga para sa sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;41. Do you want to live to be 100?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nope. i want to die early. pero di muna ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;42. Is a flat stomach important to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- for myself oo. at para din sa ibang tao. bakit? kasi indikasyon ito na marami kang kumain at walang ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;43. Are you tolerant of other people's beliefs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sometimes, pero as much as possible i inject myself's to theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;44. Do you watch movies at home?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;45. Do you believe in magic?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hindi e. pero cool siya. pinanuod ko yung the prestige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;46. Do you think you can draw well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- di e. i suck actually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;47. Do you like to watch cartoons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- simpsons, family guy, american dad at southpark. anything other than that are children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;48. At what age did you find out that Santa Claus wasn't real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- di naman sakin tinuro yun e. basta nalaman ko na lang na merong nagsasabi na meron nun, pero alam kong wala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;49. Do you write poetry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes. but it must come in an epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;50. Do you snore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hindi yata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;51. You sleep more on your back, front, or sides?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- basta komportable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;52. Would you rather have a poodle or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a rottweiler?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- poodle. para attractive. impulsive mga rotweiler e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;53. Are you basically a happy person?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hindi. im a depressing person. made-depress ka rin pag kasama ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogspot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-1449931582307030479?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1449931582307030479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=1449931582307030479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/1449931582307030479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/1449931582307030479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/1.html' title='malamang sagutin mo rin to pag nabasa mo na'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-7981185936635528546</id><published>2007-09-14T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T10:00:41.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i might be going a little insane now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there's that headache again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, dahil siya sa breathing problem ko ngayong araw na ito. pagdating ko sa opisina, na-depress ako ng todo, at bigla na lang ako nahirapan huminga. posible ba na merong psychological factor ang runny nose? malungkot ako sa mga nagdaang araw. mukhang malungkot pa rin ako sa mga darating. gusto ko lang humilata at manuod ng friday night lights, that 70s show, at house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i never want to complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ako talaga mareklamo. hindi ko masyadong iniinda ang mga pangyayaring dumarating sa aking mundo, pero napakasama ng linggong ito. napakaraming problema. at ang inaasahan ko na lang, ay makapag-jam sa sabado, tapos di pa natuloy. badtrip talaga. sana may maka-salvage pa ng masamang mga pangyayari. di pa huli ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogspot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-7981185936635528546?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/7981185936635528546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=7981185936635528546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/7981185936635528546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/7981185936635528546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-might-be-going-little-insane-now.html' title='i might be going a little insane now'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-498730666341761677</id><published>2007-09-14T09:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T13:02:46.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sasagutin mo rin naman to e. basahin mo na</title><content type='html'>&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;1.You are mostly known as:&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- cha + charles = chacharles&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;2. Most people think you are?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- mayabang, tahimik, hindi normal, matalino, maangas, weirdo. pero sa kabila ng lahat ng ito, wala akong pakelam.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;3. Do you believe in soulmates?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- hindi.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;4. Do you think love is always enough?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- you also need faith and hope.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;5. Single or Taken?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- neither. wag mo na itanong.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;6. Are you still friends with your ex/s?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- some. weird kasi minsan e. i take all the blame please.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;7. Unforgettable letters that you ever received?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- i've got. and i still smile when i read them sometimes.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;8. Who is your biggest crush?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- marami akong crush. dati, bago sumikat, patay na patay ako kay iya villania. natutunaw ako pag tinitignan ko yung poster niya - pero dati yun, jologs na ngayon e. na-starstruck naman ako kay kelly misa nung makita ko siya sa mcdo dati. napaka-ubod ng ganda niya. wala akong ubod ng crush ngayon, siguro dahil nagmature na rin ako (wow). pero ang pinakamalaki kong crush, yung isang member ng choir na ubod ng cute. hindi siguro siya ganun kaganda sa ibang tao, pano probinsyana siya, tas maliit lang, payat, pero anlakas talaga ng dating niya. nagkaroon ako ng dalawang malapit na kaibigan dahil sa attraction ko sa kanya.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;9.First crush in college?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- dahil maliit lang ang iskwelahan namin, second sem ng first year na ko nagkaron ng crush sa kolehiyo. fatima pangalan nun. ang cute niya tignan. pero syempre, peculiar ang type ko kaya di rin siguro siya magadna sa ibang tao. pero cute siya. may magandang ngiti at maliit na mga mata. sa sobrang pagka-crush ko sa kanya, ginawan ko siya ng mga manuscript ng tula ko. pero hindi ako ang nagbigay. mga kakilala ko sa school, pinaabot ko sa kanila. di niya siguro nalaman na ako ang nagsulat ng mga yun.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;10. Favorite song?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- naparami ko nang napakinggan na mga kanta kaya mahirap magsulat ngayon dito. kaya sasabihn ko na lang mga tipo ko para magkaron kayo ng ideya kung ano man. dahil isa akong weirdo sa paningin ng mga tao, kailangan kong panindigan yun. gusto ko ng corrine bailey rae, norah jones at alicia keys. gusto ko rin si john legend, ludacris, eminem at usher. mahilig din ako makinig ng string music, kaso di ko alam ang mga title. pero ang dominante sa tenga ko ay band music syempre. pinaka-malaking impluwensya sakin ang incubus at si brandon boyd. di ko pa rin makuha ang style nila sa pagsusulat, pero sana malaman ko kasi ang gagaling nila. after ng incubus, meron pang iba tulad ng radiohead, at the drive-in, sparta, silverchair, coldplay, a perfect circle, the strokes at iba pang iba-ibang banda na hindi mo makikita ang koneksyon. gusto ko rin ang opm, merong mga banda na na-manage na hindi manggaya ng tugtog ng iba (di tulad ng hale, cueshe, at soapdish). andyan syempre ang all-time favorite opm ko (at ng iba din siguro) ang eraserheads. gusto ko rin ang sandwich (yung luma), itchyworms, cambio, giniling festival (di ako biased kahit pinsan ko yung vocalist), sago at iba pa. nakalimutan ko na lang siguro yung iba pasensya na. at upang sagutin ang tanong mo, ang paborito kong kanta ay "i miss you" ng incubus. ito ay dahil isa akong romantiko.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;11. Favorite Soundtrack?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- yung mga gawa ni adam sandler.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;12. The latest band/singer that u like?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- kadangyan. anlupet nila grabe. feeling ko dapat sila talaga ang magrepresent ng pilipinas sa wbob. ethnic sila na may halong rock. ang kulit pa nila.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;13. Boy bands?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- ayoko man aminin, pero nagustuhan ko ang vocal harmony ng backstreet boys. andyan pa rin ang boys to men. hanson din ok, lalu na sa acoustic.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;14. Rock bands?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- refer to answer number 10.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;15. Give one word that best describes what your feeling now?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- insane.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;16. Person who is always there when you're bored?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- ang ibig mo ba sabihin ay boring yung tao? kasi kung siya lagi kasama mo pag bored ka, ibig sabihin boring yun diba? tama ba?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;17. Name 5 people you saw&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- dalawa lang ang kahihinatnan ng tanong na to. isang impertinenteng sagot at yung normal. pero dahil abnormal ako, ang sagot ko ay: marami na akong nakitang tao. yung pamilya ko, 5 sila eksakto. so lima na yun.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;18.When you were little, what did you want to be?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- maging artist katulad ng erps ko. pero somehow naging comsci ako (di ko naman pinagsisisihan, kasi pangit din naman ako magdrowing e)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;19. Who did you last go out with?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- nagtanghalian kami ni jucy mga two weeks ago. ok lang naman. masarap siya kakwentuhan.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;20. Who was the last person to texted you?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- si keies. me gig ang giniling mamaya sa purple haze&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;21. What time did you sleep last night?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- natulog ako mga 10. kasi kailangan ko gumising ng 4 (ngayon nagsisisi ako, dapat 9 ako natulog kasi inaantok ako ngayon at di makapagisip ng tama)&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;22. What's your happy thought?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- na lahat ng bagay ay kone-konektado at apektado ng isa't isa para sa higit na nakabubuting mga bagay at gawain.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;23. What makes you happy?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- performing in front of a crowd.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;24. What makes you sad?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- disappointment. parang ngayon. ayoko nang pumasok.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;25. What would you like to have right at this very second that seems totally impossible?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- conversation with a person who'll genuinely make me smile.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;26. Would you marry for money?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- i dont think so. i hope i dont as well&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;27. Have you had braces?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- hindi pa. gusto ko sana kumuha e. ewan ko kung bakit di pa.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;28. Could you live without a computer?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- sabihin na nating mas-succesful ako kaysa ngayon kung walang computer.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;29. If you could live in a past time period where would it be?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- 70s. alam kong cliche tong sagot na to pero gusto ko talaga yung period na yun. malapit nang magdisband ang beatles at puro mga ginto na yung mga nasusulat nila as in. tapos gusto kong maging hippie. gusto ko rin abutan yung hardcore punk era na nagsimula noong late 70s.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;30. Do you drink enough water?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- i'm mostly pale so i proble don't&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;31. Do you wear shoes in the house or take them off?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- mainit e. kaya tsinelas na lang&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;32. What are your favorite fruits?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- mango at apple. lalu na pag iinumin. saging kung kakainin.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;33. What is your favorite place to visit?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- sa totoo lang mas gusto ko sa bahay lang. di ako mahilig gumala. pero kung gagala ako, pupunta ako sa music store or sa bookstore. meron akong gustong puntahan ngayon. yung 4-storey bookstore sa the fort daw. bababbbbb!!!&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;34. Are you photogenic?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- hindi. wag kayong maniniwala sa pictures ever. it's very deceiving and it encourages vanity.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;35. Do you dream in color or b/w?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- colored tsong.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;36. Why do you take surveys?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- naaaliw kasi ako minsan. pero sa pagkakataon na to, gusto ko lang lumipad ang isip ko. dami kasing problema e.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;37. Do you drink alcohol?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- hindi.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;38. What is the most beautiful language?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- spanish is hot&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;39. Do you like being kissed when you are asleep?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- i wouldn't know man. i'm asleep&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;40. Do you like sunrise or sunsets the most?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- mas gusto ko sunset kasi mahirap gumising sa umaga para sa sunrise&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;41. Do you want to live to be 100?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- nope. i want to die early. pero di muna ngayon.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;42. Is a flat stomach important to you?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- for myself oo. at para din sa ibang tao. bakit? kasi indikasyon ito na marami kang kumain at walang ginagawa.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;43. Are you tolerant of other people's beliefs?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- sometimes, pero as much as possible i inject myself's to theirs.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;44. Do you watch movies at home?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- i only.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;45. Do you believe in magic?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- hindi e. pero cool siya. pinanuod ko yung the prestige&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;46. Do you think you can draw well?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- di e. i suck actually&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;47. Do you like to watch cartoons?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- simpsons, family guy, american dad at southpark. anything other than that are children&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;48. At what age did you find out that Santa Claus wasn't real?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- di naman sakin tinuro yun e. basta nalaman ko na lang na merong nagsasabi na meron nun, pero alam kong wala.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;49. Do you write poetry?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- yes. but it must come in an epiphany.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;50. Do you snore?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- hindi yata.&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;51. You sleep more on your back, front, or sides?&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- basta komportable&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;52. Would you rather have a poodle or&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;a rottweiler?&lt;BR&gt;&lt;SPAN style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;- poodle. para attractive. impulsive mga rotweiler e&lt;/SPAN&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;BR&gt;&lt;STRONG&gt;53. Are you basically a happy person?&lt;/STRONG&gt;&lt;BR&gt;- hindi. im a depressing person. made-depress ka rin pag kasama ako.&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-498730666341761677?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/498730666341761677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=498730666341761677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/498730666341761677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/498730666341761677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/sasagutin-mo-rin-naman-to-e-basahin-mo.html' title='sasagutin mo rin naman to e. basahin mo na'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-1838924885829510085</id><published>2007-09-12T09:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T10:15:31.827+08:00</updated><title type='text'>complaining is free. the formality is the one that charges you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bumili na rin ako finally ng mga bagong dvd para aliwin ang aking sarili habang walang ginagawa. bumili ako ng unang apat na seasons ng  &lt;a href="http://www.that70sshow.com/"&gt;That 70's Show&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.fridaynightlightstheseries.com/"&gt;Friday Night Lights&lt;/a&gt;. Siyempre, bumili na rin ako ng &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Incubus-Morning-View-Sessions/dp/B000067IX3"&gt;Morning View Sessions&lt;/a&gt; na matagal ko nang hinahanap sa mga ganung lugar. yun nga lang di ako nakahanap ng US version ng &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/The_Office/"&gt;The Office&lt;/a&gt; (nasa america pa daw sabi nung isang manong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ang braso kong magaling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa totoo lang, kahit braso mo ang may problema, mahirap pa rin maglakad. di  mo kasi maiiwasang igalaw ang braso mo para effective ka pa rin maglakad, kaya lang masakit talaga siya. kaya halos parang iika-ika pa rin ako maglakad. badtrip talaga. tapos, ang hirap pa kapag nalalamigan siya sumasakit ang kalamnan ko, kaya kailangan ko rin siya itago sa mga bulsa ko (bukod sa nakakahiyang makita ang namamaga kong kamay). naaalala ko yung kaibigan ko si mia, ganito rin kataba ang kamay niya hehehe. wish ko lang gumaling na 'to sa saturday, may kasi kami uli. di ako makakagalaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ansarap panuorin ng incubus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagdating ko sa bahay, isinalang ko agad ang morning view, at kumanta na parang ako si &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brandon_Boyd"&gt;brandon boyd&lt;/a&gt;. sa mga panahon na ginawa nila yung maliit na gig na yun, di pa pinage-eksperimentuhan ni brandon ang &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Falsetto"&gt;falsetto&lt;/a&gt; voice niya, kaya medyo buong buo pa yung boses niya dito. pero syempre, iba pa rin nung ginawa nila yung &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Make-Yourself-Incubus/dp/B0000296JB"&gt;make yourself&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/S-C-I-E-N-C-E-Incubus/dp/B00005RGO5"&gt;science&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos nun, dinaanan ko sandali yung sa red hot &lt;a href="http://www.redhotchilipeppers.com/"&gt;chilli peppers&lt;/a&gt;. di ko naman sila masyadong gusto, pero ok yung iba nilang kanta. di kasi sila masyadong mabigat, lalu na open yung stadium. hindi ko rin marinig yung bass ni &lt;a href="http://z.about.com/d/top40/1/0/L/J/rhcpb.jpg"&gt;flea&lt;/a&gt; (yun pa naman sana ang papakinggan ko talaga). kaya ayun, kinasawaan ko siya agad at pinanuod na ang:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;friday night lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matagal ko na siyang nababasa sa mga column ni &lt;a href="http://www.bostonsportsguy.com/"&gt;bill simmons&lt;/a&gt;. matagal ko na rin siyang nakikita sa tindahan ng dvd. interesado ako, pero di ko kinukuha. malamang dahil busy ako sa ibang drama series tulad ng &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/primetime/lost/index"&gt;lost&lt;/a&gt;, prison break at the sopranos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, tama ang hinala ko. maganda nga siya. marahil dahil isa itong sports series kaya ko nagugustuhan. nang isinalang ko ang unang episode, inanticipate ko na kung ano ang laman ng episode na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anticipated na characters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;may isang &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2187603/"&gt;bidang lalake&lt;/a&gt; na napakabait, pogi, at boypren ng cheerleader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;may isang &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm2173080/"&gt;african-american&lt;/a&gt; na kasali sa leading cast&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;may &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0687146/"&gt;comic relief&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;may isang &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1472917/"&gt;outcast&lt;/a&gt; na hindi normal sa paningin ng tao&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;anticipated na mangyayari&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;mapipilayan ng matinding injury ang bida, at kailangang mag step-up ng backup&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;pinakamagaling na player ang negro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;walang talent ang comic relief&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;panalo ang home team sa pamamagitan ng miraculous play ng back-up QB.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;pero kahit na nakita ko nga ang mga inaasan ko sa pilot episode na to, excited pa rin akong tapusin siya. ang buong season. siguro dahil ito pa lang ang napapanuod ko na sports series, kaya parang maganda siya. pero ang totoo, para lang siyang dawson's creek (iniba lang ang mga pangalan at pangyayari).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gusto kong umabsent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago ako umuwi kahapon, nag-email ako sa boss ko, na itatago ko sa pangalang &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Benito_Mussolini"&gt;mussolini&lt;/a&gt;, na nagsasabing baka umabsent ako sa araw na ito dahil sa pananakit ng aking kanang braso. sa totoo lang di ko na kaya magtrabaho gamit ang braso na ito. parang mas madali kung puputulin siya, para mawala lang ang sakit. pero hindi, tinext niya nang gabing iyon (sa gitna ng panunuod ko) upang sabihin sakin na pumasok pa rin ako. kahit na hindi ko maigalaw ang kanan kong braso. kahit di ako makapag-type ng maayos. kahit di ako makapagisip ng maayos dahil ang atensyon ko ay nasa braso kong namamaga parang papayang di pa nabebenta sa loob ng dose oras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya ayun, pumasok pa rin ako. naka long sleeves para di sya masyado makita na malungkot ang aking mukha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogspot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-1838924885829510085?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1838924885829510085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-6634240017057792713</id><published>2007-09-11T06:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T10:12:06.247+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish the morning ends the way it began</title><content type='html'>generally, i should feel like crap today. here's a few on my list of things to feel crappy about:&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i was greeted good morning by cat sh*t today before i took a bath. it really was poop and it smelled like a baby's dirty diaper covered with lapsed milk. was it a sign of what the day would bring? i sure didn't think so.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;even before that cat poop incident, i had shooting pain all over my right arm. from my hand to the back of my shoulder. it felt like sh*t really. it's like having a heart attack only it's attacking your right arm. and it had these big stings all over it, like it was bitten by a bug or something. and it's numb, up to now.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;then, i learned that the laundry hasn't been made yet so i can't wear the shirt i wanted to wear. i wanted to wear something that would cover up my right arm. unfortunately, the whole world will notice how my bulging biceps looks different than a normal one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;the night before, i received a message from someone which gave hints of getting back together. i'm not taking it seriously yet. i'm not even thinking about it. but now that i'm writing about it, my mind is literally in a maze. i mean, i still have feelings for her but my problem is maintaining those feelings. i don't even know if i'm benefiting from going back - i don't feel it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, for those reasons alone, i should've called work and faked a fever right? i didn't. i was actually excited to go to work. and i don't know why. people were acting like pr*cks but i didn't seem to care too much, i still had a smile on my face. i wanted to laugh them off. everything felt perfectly normal for me, like nothing bad is happening or as if i was a child again. in my head, nothing was going wrong.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but that all changed in a sudden. i feel like i just got home from a long long long walk, and i just want to sleep my problems away. problem is i couldn't sleep. but still, i just want to lie down and pretend it's morning again and i just woke up.  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-6634240017057792713?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6634240017057792713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=6634240017057792713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/6634240017057792713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/6634240017057792713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-wish-morning-ends-way-it-began.html' title='i wish the morning ends the way it began'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-6471302272036072367</id><published>2007-09-10T02:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T06:44:50.687+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kss from a rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 186px; height: 229px;" class="alignleft" src="http://lonelyrose.blog381.com/wp-content/uploads/4/18/lonelyrose/2007/03/red-rose.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;did you know that this song is about seal's addiction to prohibited drugs? i just learned that today, and i was surprised to see what the lyrics were. i mean, i never memorized it because it's so hard to memorize haha. anyway, get more information &lt;a href="http://www.songmeanings.net/lyric.php?lid=18392"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;here's a line:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; But did you know,&lt;br&gt; That when it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snows&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br&gt; My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;now how bout that?&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-6471302272036072367?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6471302272036072367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=6471302272036072367' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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feel i have insomnia. according to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Insomnia"&gt;wikipedia&lt;/a&gt;, it's a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_disorder"&gt;sleep disorder&lt;/a&gt;. but how could it be a sleep disorder if i can't sleep at all? should it be called a non-sleep disorder then?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;anyway, i was reading on while listening to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sticker_Happy"&gt;sticker happy&lt;/a&gt; (it had 18 tracks. my goodness that was a lot. nowadays, you're lucky if the album has 13 tracks. anyway, that album made me a little nostalgic so i started browsing for videos of nba players like &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/playerfile/dennis_rodman.html"&gt;dennis rodman&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/playerfile/gary_payton.html"&gt;gary payton&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/playerfile/shawn_kemp.html"&gt;shawn kemp&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.nba.com/playerfile/scottie_pippen.html"&gt;scottie pippen&lt;/a&gt; and some games from way before. sticker happy was a really great album. i loved it before, now i appreciate it more. maybe because i've learned a lot about music since i was 15) and i learned that i have about 3 sleeping disorders. i have:&lt;br&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delayed_sleep_phase_syndrome" title="Delayed sleep phase syndrome"&gt;Delayed sleep phase syndrome&lt;/a&gt; (DSPS): A sleep disorder of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Circadian_rhythm" title="Circadian rhythm"&gt;circadian rhythm&lt;/a&gt;, characterized by the inability to wake up and fall asleep at the desired times, but not by inability to stay asleep. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so it's not really insomnia, 'cause i still can sleep. but not at desired times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Periodic_limb_movement_disorder" title="Periodic limb movement disorder"&gt;Periodic limb movement disorder&lt;/a&gt; (PLMD): Involuntary movement of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arm" title="Arm"&gt;arms&lt;/a&gt; and/or legs during sleep. See also &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hypnic_jerk" title="Hypnic jerk"&gt;Hypnic jerk&lt;/a&gt;, which is not a disorder. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you ever felt your wrist or fingers twitch while sleeping? i do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shift_work_sleep_disorder" title="Shift work sleep disorder"&gt;Shift work sleep disorder (SWSD)&lt;/a&gt;. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because i work shifting jobs. and i think;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Restless_legs_syndrome" title="Restless legs syndrome"&gt;Restless legs syndrome&lt;/a&gt; (RLS): An irresistible urge to move legs while sleeping. Often accompanies PLMD. - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm not really sure, but sometimes my legs ache so much that i have to constantly move it to make it feel comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;i actually don't think i can sleep tonight - and i still have to wake up (if i do get to sleep) at 6am to leave this place cause i know it'll be a busy monday morning tomorrow. i'm planning to get myself a 1gb M2 memory stick for &lt;a href="http://www.sonyericsson.com/spg.jsp?cc=global&amp;lc=en&amp;ver=4001&amp;template=pp1_1_1&amp;zone=pp&amp;lm=pp1&amp;pid=10407"&gt;donna&lt;/a&gt;, so she'll have a ton of memory to store her photos and videos. i'll be joined by &lt;a href="http://aixer.multiply.com"&gt;my dear friend&lt;/a&gt; and we'll eat &lt;a href="http://www.krispykreme.com/"&gt;krispy kreme&lt;/a&gt;. i'm still searching for that &lt;a href="http://kungfurodeo.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/07/DonutBox_front.jpg"&gt;pink donut with sprinkles on it&lt;/a&gt; and take pictures of it for no reason at all.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;i've been sitting here in front of the computer since 7pm and still im not that sleepy. and i only started this blog at 1am even though i've been planning to do one since 10pm. it really sucks what i'm in right now. did you know i only require 5 hours of sleep? do you know what that means? i'm friggin unproductive. it means, i don't do work that much. it means i spend my time sitting all day. it means i'm lazy - in a different way. or maybe, i just think too much. that's why i dont work too much because i think a lot. yeah, that's why.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;right now i'm thinking of a way to end this blog. one of the hardest things to do is to do closure. closure for everything. relationships, work, doors, whatever. it's hard i tell you, it's hard. specially when you have so many things to think about. and they're not even important things. well, some are important, but most of the things i think about makes no sense at all. they're so non-essential, i can't think of one on the top of my head.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so, im ending this with a couple of questions about one subject -- girls. why the heck can't i understand them? they're like cars to me. you always want one, but you don't have the money. they're just so complicated. i think that's what the phrase "it's complicated" means. the girl has some issue that the guy can't figure out that leads to being single again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh the things that keep me awake. thanks for boring my eyes away.&lt;br&gt; 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float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlTOSJTQ_Bs/RtyZW4NTJBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WuXyd1Wi9dY/s320/stopwar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106124695855637522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-6802123403164678698?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6802123403164678698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=6802123403164678698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/6802123403164678698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/6802123403164678698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/picture-says-it-all.html' title='picture says it all'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FlTOSJTQ_Bs/RtyZW4NTJBI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WuXyd1Wi9dY/s72-c/stopwar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-2640199087775309689</id><published>2007-09-03T05:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-03T09:57:32.362+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mike enriquez and other things</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;di ko maiwasang makinig kay mike enriquez kaninang umaga, kasi laging nakikinig dun yung asawa ng lola ko. habang kung anu-anong isyu ang tinatalakay niya, naisip ko na madali nga pala gayahin yung boses ni mike enriquez. may mga naging tanung ako sa aking isipan.&lt;BR&gt;• panu kung hindi talaga si mike enriquez yung nagsasalita sa radyo?&lt;BR&gt;• panu kung patay na talaga si mike enriquez at maskara lang yung sinusuot sa tv or isang impersonator lang?&lt;BR&gt;• pany kung mabasa ni mike enriquez to?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;mga walang kwentang tanung lang naman. lugaw pa yung isip ko kaninang umaga e. lumulutang lutang - isa lang talaga nasa isip ko buong gabing iyon - babae siya. bahala na kayo magisip kung anung klaseng babae, kung sino, kung bakit? pabayaan niyong lumutang-lutang din ang isip niyo.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;isa sa mga narinig kong tinalakay ni mike enriquez (kailangan laging buo ang pangalan niya. kung hindi, di niyo malalaman kung sinong mike. marami kasing mike e) ay ang budget ng pilipinas. isa sa mga binitawan niyang salita ay kesyo pera daw ng mamamayang pilipino ang iba-budget nila kaya ingat sila. tama nga naman. pero tayo ang bumoto sa mga taong magba-budget ng pera natin diba? so tayo din ang may kasalanan kung anuman ang gawin nila sa budget diba? tama ba?&lt;BR&gt;may isa pang tanong. nagbabayad naman ba ng tax si mike enriquez? ewan ko. di ko naman siya close e.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;isa pa niyang nabanggit ay ang term na meritocracy (di ko alam kung tama ang spelling). parang against kasi siya na kung tataasan ng sweldo ang isang empleyado ng gobyerno ay itataas na rin ang sa iba. sa singapore (na ayon sa kanya ay nagaral siya ng isang taon o nag-aral siya nung isang tao, di ko sure), meritocracy daw ang umiiral dun. ibig sabihin, based sa performance mo ang sahod mo. kung napakagaling mo, for sure na mame-merit ka dun at itataas ang sweldo mo. tanong: napakagaling ng waste management dun sa singapore, ibig sabihin ba mas mataas ang sweldo nila kaysa ibang tao?&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;yun lang. kung anu-ano lang talaga pumasok sa isip ko kanina, buti naisulat ko agad. kailangan ko ng liwanag.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-2640199087775309689?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/2640199087775309689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=2640199087775309689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/2640199087775309689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/2640199087775309689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/mike-enriquez-and-other-things.html' title='mike enriquez and other things'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-7287489802364758979</id><published>2007-09-01T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T08:43:37.885+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hilarious comment from my boss</title><content type='html'>"why is beef nilaga, pork sinigang, and chicken tinola?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hahahahaha&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-7287489802364758979?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/7287489802364758979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=7287489802364758979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/7287489802364758979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/7287489802364758979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/09/hilarious-comment-from-my-boss.html' title='hilarious comment from my boss'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-9013528737325768550</id><published>2007-08-31T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:26:13.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlTOSJTQ_Bs/RtymHINTJCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LjTZiMbNmzg/s1600-h/kinumpis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlTOSJTQ_Bs/RtymHINTJCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LjTZiMbNmzg/s320/kinumpis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106138718923858978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;i dont really know what happened here, but it looks like they're confiscating it. or maybe recycling it i dont know.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-9013528737325768550?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/9013528737325768550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=9013528737325768550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/9013528737325768550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/9013528737325768550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/08/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FlTOSJTQ_Bs/RtymHINTJCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/LjTZiMbNmzg/s72-c/kinumpis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-2717078034273911119</id><published>2007-08-29T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:56:25.347+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snatch'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hold-up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rob'/><title type='text'>snatch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;na-snatch ang selpown ko!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, ok, ok. siguro isa ito sa mga pinaka-misused na salita ngayong ng mga pinoy. bukod sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miskol &lt;/span&gt;ay wala na akong ibang maisip na salita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;snatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganto, kapag na-snatchan ka ng kung ano, ibig sabihin inagaw sayo yung kung ano mo, at umeskapo yung snatcher. yun tipong wala ka nang magagawa, di mo na kayang habulin. iiyak ka na lang habang nakangiti - awkward na mukha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapag binantaan ng sakit sa iyong katawan o kamatayan habang nililimas ang mga gamit mo, ang tawag dun ay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;holdap&lt;/span&gt;. hindi snatch. sa holdap, kinakausap ka ng &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;holdaper&lt;/span&gt; - hindi &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;snatcher&lt;/span&gt;. malimit na may dalang baril o punyal ang holdaper at itututok at iaamba ito sayo animo'y sasaksakin o babarilin ka. at kusa mo namang ibibigay ang mga kagamitan mo upang di ka masaktan. kung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;matalino&lt;/span&gt; ka, ibibigay mo ang mga gamit mo. kung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;medyo meron kang kakulangan sa pagiisip&lt;/span&gt;, di mo ito ibibigay. kung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;magaling&lt;/span&gt; ka naman, malamang marunong ka ng self-defense at uuwi ang holdaper ng luhaan at may sakit ng katawan o malamang nakahiga lang sa kalsada, walang malay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rob&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kapag naman bigla mo na lang naramdaman na mas magaan ang bag mo at parang maluwag ang pantalon, malamang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nadukutan&lt;/span&gt; ka, hindi na-snatchan. minsan mapapansin mo na may laslas ang bag mo sa ilalim, kitang kita ang butas. minsan walang butas, pero bukas ang bag. minsan pagdukot mo sa back pocket mo para kumuha ng pamasahe ay wala kang makapa, kung hindi mo naiwan ang wallet mo, malamang nadukutan ka. minsan naman, kukunin mo ang telepono upang malaman ang oras, ngunit wala, malamang nalaglag sa taxi o nadukutan ka nga. ito siguro ang pinakamahirap na uri ng pagnanakaw ng gamit dahil nangangailangan ito ng matinding skill. at isa pa, di mo agad malalaman na nanakawan ka na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanggang dito na lang siguro muna. wala na akong maisip na pwedeng mapagkamalian sa salitang snatch. kung meron ka pa, reply ka na lang sa comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogspot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-2717078034273911119?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/2717078034273911119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=2717078034273911119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/2717078034273911119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/2717078034273911119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/08/snatch.html' title='snatch'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-4361387341598970294</id><published>2007-08-28T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T16:43:18.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surveys: what can you do about it eh?</title><content type='html'>1. Story behind your profile song?&lt;br /&gt;*** basahin mo yung lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whats bothering you rite now?&lt;br /&gt;*** etong quiz namin sa office. oo meron kaming quiz sa opisina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Do you close the door when you pee?&lt;br /&gt;*** minsan. if you walk in on me, that's your fault. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DESCRIBE YOUR:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Wallet?&lt;br /&gt;*** penshopphe na di halatang penshop. kulay black at gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Wallpaper on your computer's desktop?&lt;br /&gt;*** singer ng evaline&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Background on your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;*** bintana na may rain marks. ang ganda niya e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Jewelry worn daily?&lt;br /&gt;*** mga bracelet na may meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br /&gt;*** sa teletech&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Eyes?&lt;br /&gt;*** pagod ang mga mata ko. parang limang oras lang everyday ang tulog. imagine mo yung mga taong less ang tulog kaysa sakin. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Doing this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;*** magshoot malamang. or (kung meron) gig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Wearing?&lt;br /&gt;*** QZN One Ops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;*** sa opisina at tinatamad nang mag-compute compute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Listening to?&lt;br /&gt;*** study mp3s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Have you ever kissed anyone named Alex?&lt;br /&gt;*** i highly doubt it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What do you smell like?&lt;br /&gt;*** amoy byahe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Eating?&lt;br /&gt;*** kanina kumain ako ng chocolate sundae kasama si jucy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. What is your favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt;*** sa ngayon, yung telepono kong bago- si donna arce. tanung niyo kay gracy kung baket. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Do you remember your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;*** minsan. pero lately hindi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you believe dreams come true?&lt;br /&gt;*** anu bang klaseng dream yan? may dream kasi as in pangarap. merong dream as in panaginip. yung pangarap, minsan mahirap maabot. yung panaginip, malalim masyado para malaman mo kung nagkatotoo nga o ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Do you believe in miracles?&lt;br /&gt;*** of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Do you burn easily in the sun?&lt;br /&gt;*** i think anything can burn easily in the sun. pwera na lang kung ikaw si superman siguro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. What's something you wish you could understand better?&lt;br /&gt;*** girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What did you do last weekend?&lt;br /&gt;*** nanuod nang nanuod ng the sopranos at gumawa ng mga kanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Who do you miss?&lt;br /&gt;*** ingkong namin. tsaka si cid yung apo niya, makulit at bibong bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Have you ever been in a fashion show?&lt;br /&gt;*** hindi pa. at palagay ko di ako ever masasali sa ganun kasi ayaw ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Orange or apple juice?&lt;br /&gt;*** apple juice is the sh*t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Do you like the person who took this survey before you?&lt;br /&gt;*** yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. What was the last text message you received?&lt;br /&gt;*** quote ni bembol roco galing kay rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. What was the last text message you sent?&lt;br /&gt;*** "kala ko sa libis?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What is the closest thing to you that is blue?&lt;br /&gt;*** my jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. What was the last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;*** custard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Last person you hugged?&lt;br /&gt;*** si tenten at or si keies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Whose house did you go to last night?&lt;br /&gt;*** wala. sa bahay lang namin ako - nanunuod nga ng the sopranos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Who was the last person you visited in the hospital?&lt;br /&gt;*** i think si tita luz pa yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Do you like someone right now?&lt;br /&gt;*** of course. i like people in general&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. What do you wear more shorts, slacks, jeans or sweatpants?&lt;br /&gt;*** jeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. What is the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;*** yung snatch. hanapin mo sa metrowalk. kung hindi mo mahanap, hiramin mo sakin. maganda siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Where did you get the shirt you're wearing?&lt;br /&gt;*** sa dell. libre lang. libre mga tshirt namin dito, di na kailangan ng mga kung anu-anong dollars hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***kung naniwala ka sa kahit anong sagot ko dito sa survey na to, isa kang gullible na tao. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/"&gt;blogspot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-4361387341598970294?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4361387341598970294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=4361387341598970294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/4361387341598970294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/4361387341598970294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/08/surveys-what-can-you-do-about-it-eh.html' title='surveys: what can you do about it eh?'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-1934858287749451942</id><published>2007-08-23T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T08:55:52.708+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random things i wanna say but won't</title><content type='html'>isa akong prankang tao. sasabihin ko ang gusto kong sabihin. ibig sabihin neto, di ko sasabihin ang ayaw kong sabihin - tama ba? sa mga ayaw kong sabihin, nakalista ang dalawampu. salamat kay gracy sa pag crosspost nito sa blogspot na hindi niya alam kung pano nangyayare. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Parang awa niyo na, wag niyo ko titignan habang naglalakad ako. Hirap tumingin sa lupa habang naglalakad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Muntik ko na sabihin sayo dati na mahal kita. Buti na lang hindi kasi isa kang mabuting kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Di mo ba nahahalata na ayaw ko sayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Parang awa mo na, yung mga nakakatawa lang. Nakaka-aksaya ng oras pag korni yung joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gusto ko nang umalis dito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Ayusin mo yang gitara mo! kung magsalita ka parang magaling ka, wala kang talent! Puro cover lang alam mo! Gumawa naman tayo ng sarili nating kanta! (hmmm... parang nasabi ko na ata to pero sa teks lang. tsaka di kasama yung walang talent part hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. "Hello? naiintindihan mo ba ang concept ng pila? o di mo maintindihan? kailangan ba inglisen?" "pwede bang lumayu-layu ka ng onte?" - mga gusto kong sabihin kapag kukuha ako ng pera sa ATM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;so far, yan palang naiisip ko e. di ata pwede gawin to ng isang upuan lang. dapat siguro simulan ko na rin isulat sa papel yung mga bagay na gusto kong sabihin. parang theraphy para sakin kung umiinit ang ulo dahil sa maliliit na bagay na to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;blogspot&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;multiply&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-1934858287749451942?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-6177182068783308250</id><published>2007-08-16T10:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T10:52:24.461+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><title type='text'>i admit, i am stupid and stubborn and lazy and things like that</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oo na, kinakausap ko na naman sarili ko&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron na naman akong kalokohang ginawa. napaka-immature kong tao, sarili ko lang iniisip ko. sa palagay niyo ba anybody desererves me at this point? palagay ko wala. walang deserving masaktan dahil sakin. madami na ko nasaktan, ayoko na dagdagan pa. lalu na yung mga taong wala naman ginagawang masama sakin. kaya ba matabunan ng simpleng "pasensya na" yun? palagay ko hindi. kaya bang mapunan ng isang matinding paliwanag yun? palagay ko hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di ko alam kung bakit madali akong magsawa. ano kaya ang ginawa ng mga magulang ko nung bata ako para maging ganto ako ngayon? bakit ba ako naninisi ng tao? bakit ako moody? minsan hindi ako nagsasalita sa umaga kaya nagagalit sakin ang tiyahin ko. ni "oo" ni "hindi" hindi ako umuutal. dahil sa mood ko. ano ba problema ko? may tutulong ba sakin? palagay ko wala. di mo naman kasi binabasa ng buo ito e. titignan mo lang yung mga letters sa unahan. kung umabot ka hanggang dito, i-disregard mo yung huling apat na pangungusap. mabilis ako magsawa. yun ang problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakaka-anim na telepono na ata ako sa loob lamang ng tatlong taon. pati yun di nagtatagal sakin. sa simula, gustong gusto ko ito. pagkaraan ng mga tatlong buwan, gusto ko na itapon, ipamigay o kung ano. pero meron naman ako di pinagsasawaan. bakit meron at wala?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magreply ka naman. ipaliwanag mo sakin kung bakit isip bata ako. kung bakit pabago-bago ang isip ko. i dont deserve anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hanggang dito na lang kaibigan. sana naintindihan mo yung post ko na walang patutunguhan, maraming tanong at laylayan. sa mga oras na 'to, paniguradong wala ako sa sarili ko. pero pano ko masasabi yun kung wala talaga?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-6177182068783308250?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6177182068783308250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=6177182068783308250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiply'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='myembro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bill simmons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaanib'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sportsguy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kapatid'/><title type='text'>it's gonna be a very, very, very boring day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sino ba'ng hinde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na naman tayo. wala na naman magawa, kahit maraming dapat gawin. meron ako actually mga dalawang reports na dapat gawin, pero di ko ginagawa - dahil ako ay naubusan na ng kakayahan na sipagin sa aking trabaho. minsan iniisip ko kung sinipag ba ko kahit minsan sa trabaho. siguro dahil wala nang &lt;a href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinatamad na ko pumasok. kanina, pinapakinggan ko yung &lt;a href="http://sports.espn.go.com/espn/page2/simmons/index#"&gt;podcast&lt;/a&gt; ni &lt;a href="http://www.bostonsportsguy.com"&gt;bill simmons&lt;/a&gt;. sabi niya hindi pa daw siya nagkakaroon ng 9 to 5 na trabaho. nakakainggit. isa ako sa mga tao takot mawalan ng financial security, kaya mahirap para sa kin ang kumuha ng unstable na trabaho. pero gusto ko talaga ng hindi 9 to 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakagandang maging freelance something. gusto ko sana maging freelance writer, at the same time, musician. mga bagay na gustong gusto kong gawin. yung hindi ko pagsasawaan. mabilis kasi ako magsawa. pero merong mga bagay na di ko pinagsasawaan, tulad ng pagkanta at pagsulat. kaya sineseryoso ko tong banda na binubuo ko ngayon. di pa kami magaling at feeling ko di pa ready mag-gig. onting practice pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nostalgia"&gt;nostalgia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is the word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga fifteen minutes kong inisip tong word na to. ginamit ko ang lahat ng kaalaman ko sa pagre-research sa internet para maalala ko lang kung ano yung word na ang ibig sabihin ay gustong bumalik at laging naaalala ang nakaraan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magrereply kasi ako sa kaibigan ko, sasabihin ko, "i'm feeling a little -------- tonight." di ko maalala kung ano yung word na yun. alam ko sa letter N siya nagsisimula. laging pumapasok sa isip ko yung word na "nausea". e alam kong hindi yun ang ibig sabihin nun. kaya na-frustrate ako sa kakahanap. feeling ko hindi ako makakatulog sa kakaisip kung ano yung word na yun. tas makatulog man ako, dadalawin ako ng word na yun sa isip ko. tas bigla akong magigising sa gitna ng gabi at mapapasigaw, "NOSTALGIA!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun. &lt;a href="http://www.lennykravitz.com/"&gt;lenny kravitz&lt;/a&gt; ang pinapakinggan ko ngayon. ayoko muna makinig ng mga &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emo_%28slang%29"&gt;emo emo&lt;/a&gt; ngayon. nostalgic ako e. o ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;para sa mga kapatid lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago ako pumasok sa lokal kanina, napansin kong papasok din si bro. bong budena. unang pumasok sa isip ko, "wow, ano kaya meron sa lokal ngayon." wala naman pala. ordinaryong pagkakatipon lang. yung mga kasama niya, pati siya, dire-diretsong pumasok sa lokal. kaming mga &lt;a href="http://myembrolang.blogspot.com/"&gt;myembrolang&lt;/a&gt;, intay muna sa labas bago matapos ang awit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos may nakita akong papel. nakalagay, "reserved". ok, so most likely di ako makaupo sa usual kong inuupuan sa likod. maganda kasi yung lugar na yun. tahimik sa likod, makakapag-concentrate ka. so nung makita ko yung paskil na tinanggal, naisip ko kung gano ka-celebrated ang mga bisita na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so ok. diretso sa pagkakatipon. pagkatapos ng paksa at panalangin, umakyat sa pulpito yung destino - nakangiti. yung ngiti na hindi basta basta maipapaliwanag. yung parang batang binigyan ng laruan na gustong gusto niya. yung ngiti ng nanay mo pag first time nila magkita ng tatay mo na galing abroad. parang excited na ngiti. ganun ang ngiti nung manggagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinawag niya sa pulpito si bro bong para sa "ilang pananalita". hindi siguro niya ine-excpect na magsasalita siya. una, siguro dahil gusto lang nilang umatend ng pagkakatipon. pangalawa, siguro gusto lang niyang tratuhin siya bilang isang normal na kapatid na nanggaling sa ibang lokal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang magsalita ang oic sa rizal, iba ang naramdaman ko sa inaasahan. simula nang makita ko sila sa labas ng lokal, nakaramdam ako ng prejudice sa pagbisita nila dahil alam kong magkakaroon sila ng ibang treatment galing sa mga pamahalaan ng lokal na yun. pero nang magsalita siya, parang wala lang. napaka-genuine niyang tao. down-to-earth ika nga. napakatotoo. hindi ko inaasahan sa totoo lang. habang nagsasalita siya, nakaramdam ako ng galak sa puso ko. take note, galak ang ginamit kong word. nagagalak ako habang nagsasalita siya. that made my day officially. pero, lagpas 12AM na. so technically, kinabukasan na. ibang araw na to hehehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-1215426887028502104?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/1215426887028502104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=1215426887028502104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teletech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiply'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blocked sites'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraine'/><title type='text'>migraineous night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gusto ko lang sumigaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko nang magresign sa &lt;a href="http://dell.com/manila"&gt;kompanya&lt;/a&gt; ko. bakit? blocked na ang &lt;a href="http://www.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply&lt;/a&gt;. nung huli akong magresign sa dati kong &lt;a href="http://www.teletech.com/"&gt;kompanya&lt;/a&gt;, multiply din ang dahilan. ito na nga lang ang kaligayahan at pinagkakaabalahan ko sa gabi, tas tatanggalin pa nila? bakit sila ganun? gusto ko rin umiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;masakit na naman ang ulo ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang hindi na siya tumitigil. parang ayaw na niya umalis sa ulo ko. tapos marami pang gustong dumagdag sa opisina. wala na akong magawa kundi tumahimik na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;marami pa sana akong gustong isulat, kaso masakit talaga ulo ko. nakakainis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-6772096091062028634?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6772096091062028634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=6772096091062028634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='payday friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the matrix'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knc show'/><title type='text'>before i leave my computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mukhang di ako makakagamit ng &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Computer"&gt;computer&lt;/a&gt; ngayong gabing ito. pinagfo-floorwalk ako ng boss ko (sa floor) at hindi niya ako papaupuin sa computer. parang mamamatay ata ako. di ako makakagamit ng computer buong gabi. mabuti pa magsulat sulat na ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the matrix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kada ibang biernes (every other &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friday"&gt;friday&lt;/a&gt; haha), merong ispesiyal na nangyayari dito sa opisina. payday friday ang tawag nila. kasi kada ibang biernes, payday. so gumagawa sila ng theme para sa araw na ito at yun ang dapat ng suot ng mga tao. nung unang biernes, sports theme. tas meron naman isang biernes, basta meron din theme yun, nakalimutan ko lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngayong biernes na ito, &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0133093/"&gt;the matrix&lt;/a&gt; ang napili nilang tema. ang maganda dito, marami - kundi halos lahat - nagpaparticipate. ganun ka-engaged ang mga tao dito. merong isa naka-americana pa - a la agent smith. meron, office attire lang pero pwede nang isali sa matrix. kahit ano basta naka-black ka, pwede nang matrix yun. kahit mukang patay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako, hehe, neck tie lang suot ko. muka akong itchyworms. magshe-shades din dapat ako e, kaso naiwan ko sa bus. naiwan ko sa bus. isa pa. naiwan ko sa bus. ambobo-bobo ko. biruin mong maiwan ko sa bus yung shades ko. yung bubuyog shades pa yun, gustong gusto ko yung shades na yun. tas naiwan ko lang ng ganun. pero buti na lang naka neck tie ako. i like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cool off ends here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after two days, tinapos ko na yung cool off. di ko natiis. pero hindi pa rin kami balik sa dati. sabi ko sa kanya less text pa rin. basta hindi nakaka-distract. ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gagawa dapat ako ng script&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in-email ako ni ate "kakay santiago" ng mga sitas para sa script ko sa &lt;a href="http://www.untvweb.com/programs/index.html"&gt;knc show&lt;/a&gt;. ngayon ko dapat gagawin yun. para may pondo sa segment ko. kaso nga, pinapatayo ako ng boss ko. ayaw niya kong gumamit ng computer sa huling araw na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukod sa script, gagawin ko rin dapat yung report ko sa opisina. basta hindi ko rin siguro siya magagawa dahil magf-floorwalk ako. grabe, anlake talaga ng mawawala sakin pag hindi ako nagko-computer. computer na ata ang buhay ko ngayon - katulad ng maraming tao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-4525017805410682706?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/4525017805410682706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=4525017805410682706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/4525017805410682706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/4525017805410682706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/07/before-i-leave-my-computer.html' title='before i leave my computer'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-7151656714177790089</id><published>2007-07-27T01:12:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T01:39:54.128+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ingkong'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>depression is as psychological as talking to yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;floating na kukote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina pa ako nagiisip ng maisusulat. andaming pumapasok sa isip ko pero wala akong ma-produce. bakit kaya? kita mo na? mga limang minuto akong nagisip ng follow-up dun sa una kong tanong. hindi na normal to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;depressed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi nga ako depressed. sabi ni &lt;a href="http://esoriano.wordpress.com/"&gt;ingkong&lt;/a&gt;, ang depression ay para sa mga taong hindi naniniwala sa Diyos. tama nga naman. kasi kapag Kristiyano ka, iba ang outlook mo sa buhay. iba ang nakikita mo kaysa ordinaryong tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... magandang article to para sa steady ah. magawan nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;number 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kanina nakaisip ako ng words para sa isang kanta. isipin niyo na lang kung bakit number 2 ang title niya. (english siya, pasensya)&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;waiting for the next stoplight&lt;br /&gt;when will i go?&lt;br /&gt;the explosion is inevitable&lt;br /&gt;is what you reap really what you sow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;creating all sorts of predicaments&lt;br /&gt;i am losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;creating horror with dropping bombs&lt;br /&gt;you're wa over the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you wait until i get there?&lt;br /&gt;stop pushing me around&lt;br /&gt;stop being the reason why i'm running around town&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't you wait until i finish this?&lt;br /&gt;stop making me queasy&lt;br /&gt;stop making the rest of my body very lazy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-7151656714177790089?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-7918892556572133153</id><published>2007-07-25T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:53:42.736+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ice cream'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='endhorpins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='incubus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chocolate'/><title type='text'>an idle mind is the devil's workshop</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dahil walang magawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, merong gagawin, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tinatamad &lt;/span&gt;lang ako. minsan naiinis na ako sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;katamaran &lt;/span&gt;ko. parang hindi na malunasan. sobrang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tamad &lt;/span&gt;ko, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tinatamad &lt;/span&gt;ako pati sa pagtulog at pag pahinga. minsan sa umaga kapag kakagising ko lang, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tinatamad &lt;/span&gt;ako magsalita - nagagalit minsan yung tita ko. alam ko nakakasakit na rin ako ng damdamin ng tao dahil sa habit ko na yan, pero hirap talaga alisin e. tulungan mo naman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ano bang problema ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan ko lang siguro ng magandang inspirasyon. o kaya isang bago sa buhay. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nakakatamad &lt;/span&gt;din pag puro luma e. yun din ang isang problema ko, gusto ko laging may bago. ayoko yata ng stagnance sa mga bagay-bagay. ironically, dahil dito, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tinatamad &lt;/span&gt;ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kailangan ko ng bagong pagkakaabalahan. bagong pagtutuunan ng pansin. isang bagong dahilan. naaalala ko nung grade 3 ako, first time kong sasabihin sa publiko, hindi ako naliligo sa umaga bago ako pumasok. siguro tumagal ang isa o dalawang linggo na hindi ako naliligo dahil sa sobrang lamig ng umaga. alas siyete ng umaga ang pasok ko kaya kailangan alas sais palang naliligo na. e grabe naman lamig sa umaga dati. naiintindihan ko na mga indiyano, mga hapon at koreano. close to zero ata ang temperature ng mga ciudad dun. sa labas yun ah, hindi sa loob ng opisina. imaginin mo na sa loob ng opisina, imbes na aircon, heater ang gumagana. o ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;siguro depressed na naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hindi naman siguro. alam ko kung pano ang depressed - naranasan ko na ito dati e. ironically, after ng break-up yung depression ko (kinailangan ko ng tulong ng friends, oo yung sitcom, para ma-overcome yung depression na yun).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaninang umaga, may nagtanong sakin kung ano daw ang magandang comfort food. immediately, sinagot ko ice cream. una, dahil yun naman talaga ang number one the comfort food para sakin. pangalawa, nanunuod ako ng the sopranos nung nagtext siya at saktong ang eksena ay gumagawa ang mag-amang soprano ng ice cream. habang pinapanuod ko yung eksenang yon, naalala ko nung panahon ng depression ko, bumili ata ako ng 1/2 galon na double dutch para sakin lang. dahil depressed ako. at maraming chocolate. natutunan ko kasi na nagpoproduce ang chocolate ng endorphins na nagpapasaya sa isang tao. so mula noon, kapag malungkot ako, i try to eat chocolate or ice cream. parang babae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's just a phase. it will be over soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isang bagay na natutunan ko noong adik na adik ako sa incubus nung second year ko sa kolehiyo. minsan meron kang mga problema, or mga bagay na pinagkakaabalahan sa mundong ito, pero lahat ito ay lilipas. matatapos din yan. isa lamang yang pahina ng aklat ng buhay mo. meron din magkakaroon din ng conclusion yan. wag ka masyado magalala. manghingi ka lang ng tulong sa dapat mong hingan. bibigyan ka naman ng pansin. wag ka magalala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-7918892556572133153?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/7918892556572133153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=7918892556572133153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/7918892556572133153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/7918892556572133153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/07/idle-mind-is-devils-workshop.html' title='an idle mind is the devil&apos;s workshop'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-8002632479157574993</id><published>2007-07-25T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:51:51.334+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><title type='text'>i couldn't do it</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;muntik na&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katulad ng inaasahan ko, di ko magawang hiwalayan siya. lalu na nang makita kong namumutawi ang mga luha sa gilid ng kanyang mga mata. di ko kaya. cool off lang muna, at least meron pang pag-asa kahit papano. meron pa kong oras para mag-isip ng mga bagay bagay. di ko talaga kaya. sabi sakin ng kaibigan ko, wag ko raw titignan sa mata habang kinakausap ko siya. well, kada matatapos ang isang sentence ko, tinitignan ko siya. di ko kayang di tumingin. at habang tumitingin ako sinasabi ko sa sarili ko na ito ang desisyon na hindi ko pagsisisihan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-8002632479157574993?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8002632479157574993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=8002632479157574993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/8002632479157574993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/8002632479157574993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-couldnt-do-it.html' title='i couldn&apos;t do it'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-6212569898828284269</id><published>2007-07-24T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:52:15.955+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g-liner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='accident'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><title type='text'>i was in a traumatic accident!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;g-liner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hinde, joke lang. pero meron pa ring aksidente. pero mape-prevent naman sana yung aksidente na yun kung hindi lang mayabang yung bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ginagawa kong habit na pumasok ako ng maaga. as in mga 1 1/2 hours bago yung shift ko, pumupunta na ko sa office, tas mga 30 mins early ako dadating. so as always, sumakay ako ng bus dahil hari ito ng kalsada at mabilis akong makakarating sa gusto kong puntahan (una, dahil hindi na siya naghihintay ng mga pasahero; pangalawa, sobrang laki nito, walang gustong umoberteyk) at dahil malamig sa loob, kahit matrapik ako, walang problema.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagdating ng bus sa junction (intersection), pumwesto siya sa kanan ng kalsada. hindi dapat siya dito pumwesto dahil kakaliwa kami at hindi kakanan. nang mag-GO na ang stop light, umamba siya ng pakaliwa, pero biglang may sumulpot na jeep sa gilid at ayaw magpatalo sa malaking dambuhalang higanteng sasakyan. pinilit niya ang hangad niyang dumiretso sa kalsada. pero wala ito sa malaking bus, pinilit din niya kumaliwa at umaasang hihinto ang jeep upang bigyang daan ang hari ng kalsada. matapos ang ilang sandali... boom. sumadsad ang mga gilid ng sasakyan, biglang tumigil ang bus. bumaba ng driver at konduktor. tinignan kung ano ang nangyari (although alam na alam niya kung ano ang nangyari). di ko na alam kung pano ko tatapusin itong kwentong ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nang tumigil ang bus, ang tanging nasa isip ko ay "may tao kaya dun sa jeep?" kawawa naman sila kung meron. kawawa naman yung jeep at nabikitima ng balyena sa lansangan. napakalungkot ng pangyayari dahil makikita mo sa mukha nung drayber na parang normal lang ang nangyari. parang inasahan niya na mabubunggo ito sa jeep. siguro'y tinuturuan niya ng leksyon ang pobreng drayber ng jeep na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;walang uurungan ang bus&lt;/span&gt;. kahit sino ka pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/photos/album/37"&gt;pindot dito para sa pictures.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malapit na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago sumapit ang nakakalungkot na bangaan, busy ako sa pagte-text sa aking girlfriend. sinabi ko sa kanya na kailangan namin magusap tungkol samin. kinabahan siya. tama naman siguro yung kutob niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron kasing mga bagay na mahirap i-explain. merong mga bagay na hindi dapat isulat. sasabihin ko sana sayo kung bakit kami maguusap. sasabihin ko sana sayo kung ano yung dahilan ng paguusapan namin. pero malamang di mo lang maintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;long week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakahaba ng linggong dumaan. sobrang dami ng mga meetings doon at dito. kung saan saan ako napupunta. kulang kulang ang tulog, isang pikit lang kelangan na agad bumangon. basta hindi normal ang linggo. parang isang buwan na ang nagdaan sa sobrang dami ng nangyari. pero ok, masaya siya. masasabi kong fruitful itong nagdaang linggong ito.&lt;div 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accident!'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-6782970160867769805</id><published>2007-07-21T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:52:44.831+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='purplechickens'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='steady'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='migraine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='break up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aldus santos'/><title type='text'>yet another headache</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;migraine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa sobrang daming kaganapan ang nangyayare, sobrang dami rin ang pumapasok sa ulo ko. nakakatamad tuloy isulat. sumasakit tuloy ulo ko. yung kaliwang banda lang ng ulo kaya matatawag ko itong migraine. alam mong migraine yun dahil parang may nagmamartilyo ng balde baldeng pako sa ulo mo. tapos pag hinimas mo naman, mahihilo ka. parang yung feeling pag sumakay ka ng &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ferris_wheel"&gt;ferris wheel&lt;/a&gt;, akala mo masarap sakyan pero pagkatapos ng pagikot mo, gusto mo lang sumuka. yun ang nararamdaman ng kawawa kong ulo ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpatawag ng meeting si bradtam sa pamamagitan ni &lt;a href="http://fourthimpulse.multiply.com/"&gt;sisapol &lt;/a&gt;noong nakaraang araw. pagkatas ng shift ko, natulog ako mga dalawang oras (with matching gising kay bab sa gitna). siguro dumating ako sa intayan mga alas otso. naghanap ako ng mauupuan kaya bumagsak ako sa mcdo sa kanto ng taft at edsa. edi syempre, bumili na rin ako ng makakain dahil alam kong maghihintay ako ng matagal. alam ko ito, una dahil di ko kilala ang susundo samin. pangalawa, dahil mga pilipino tayo at alam kong male-late ang lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so habang nagiintay ako sa pila, napansin ko ang lalake sa likuran ko. matangkad siya, akala ko si&lt;a href="http://www.mypbl.com/evolution.shtml"&gt; andy jao&lt;/a&gt; kasi gilid lang ng mata ko ang nakakakita. nang i-overtake niya ko sa pila upang lumipat sa kabila, naintriga ako kasi parang kahawig siya nung &lt;a href="http://aldus.multiply.com/"&gt;singer&lt;/a&gt; ng bandang &lt;a href="http://thepurplechickens.multiply.com/"&gt;purplechickens&lt;/a&gt; na isa sa mga paborito kong banda (dahil napakaganda ng mga lyrics ng kanta nila). anyway, "marahil siya nga yun," sabi ko sa sarili ko. napansin ko na meron siyang pinapakinggang tape recorder, "siya nga." writer siya sa pulse magazine at sa &lt;a href="http://http//www.pulse.ph/CMS/ViewPage.php?CMSCategoryId=9"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; nito. gusto ko sana lumapit kaso padating na ang &lt;a href="http://myembrolang.multiply.com/"&gt;bab&lt;/a&gt;. "sa next twice in a lifetime chance na lang," sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so dumating na si bab, pati si brick. so simula na ng paglalakbay papunta sa meeting place. mga sampung milya ata yung nilakad namin sa ilalim ng nagdudumilat na araw. sobrang pawis. sobrang hapis. buti na lang nakakaaliw kausap si bab, siguro nagbigti na ko kung maka-eleven miles kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagdating dun, gaya ng inaasahan, di pa kumpleto at may mga hinihintay pa. napakitipikal. siguro may tatlong ibang meeting pa akong pinuntahan sa loob ng linggong ito at pare-parehong lang ng kinahinatnan - ang pagkaubos ng aking pasyensya. mahirap naman kung gagaya ka sa kanila at magpa-late na rin, kasi "you want to lead by example." bakit kaya ganun ang mga pinoy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;break-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seryoso ko itong kinokonsidera. pero wala pang nakakaalam kundi ako. kailangan ko munang makausap ang mga kaibigan ko kasi natatakot akong gumawa ng mga bagay na ire-regret ko rin sa huli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-6782970160867769805?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/6782970160867769805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=6782970160867769805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/6782970160867769805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/6782970160867769805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/07/masakit-na-naman-ang-ulo-ko.html' title='yet another headache'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-5445007191622358919</id><published>2007-07-18T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:48:10.369+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='d.g. dumaraos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='google'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>poetry site</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;google&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naisipan ko i-google ang sarili ko (&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=charles+dumaraos&amp;amp;btnG=Google+Search"&gt;charles dumaraos&lt;/a&gt;) at &lt;a href="http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?sitename=charles&amp;item=all&amp;amp;title=poetry"&gt;ito&lt;/a&gt; ang unang lumabas. ang poetry site ko noong mga 2004 or 2005 pa. sa sobrang tagal na, nakalimutan ko na meron pala akong ganitong account sa ganitong website plus nakalimutan ko pa yung password (pero eventually, naalala ko rin). nakakatuwa, kasi 221 times siya binasa mula noong panahon na yon. onti lang yun, pero meron pa ring nagbasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;d.g. dumaraos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagkatapos ko i-google ang pangalan ko, &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=dominador+dumaraos&amp;amp;btnG=Search"&gt;ginoogle&lt;/a&gt; ko naman ang pangalan ng lolo ko. nasorpresa ako kasi mas marami pa akong pages kaysa kanya. tinry ko ang &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/search?hl=en&amp;q=d.g.+dumaraos&amp;amp;btnG=Search"&gt;d.g. dumaraos&lt;/a&gt;, mas onti ang return pages. marahil dahil nilagay ko sa mas maraming website ang pangalan ko kaya mas marami akong hits. pero siguro kung ngayon nabuhay ang lolo ko (malamang wala pa ako hehe), sandamukal na hits ang meron siya. &lt;a href="http://usapang-komiks.blogspot.com/2007/07/komiks-marathon-redondo-komix-38.html"&gt;writer&lt;/a&gt; yun e, mapa-&lt;a href="http://i18.photobucket.com/albums/b148/randyvaliente/redk1010.jpg"&gt;komiks&lt;/a&gt;, mapa-nobela. (kaya siguro mahilig din ako magsulat ng kung anu-ano) sana buhay pa siya ngayon, sana makapagpaturo or kahit konting pointers man lang ang makuha ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo nga pala, siya ang dahilan kung bakit ako nag computer science sa kolehiyo. siguro mga 9 years old ako nun. tinanong niya ko &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"anung gusto mong course sa college?"&lt;/span&gt; umiinom pa yata siya ng beer non, madalas uminom yun e. o kaya naman coke 500. yun ang madalas na pinapabili niya sakin. di siya namimigay. tapos sumagot ako ng buong walang tiwala sa sarili, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"yung kagaya kay dad."&lt;/span&gt; siyempre ang tinutukoy ko noon ay yung nagdo-drowing sa diyaryo, gumagawa ng mga editoryal at mga komiks. gusto ko maging ganon nung dose anyos ako. sabi niya (siguro buong walang tiwala din sa sarili) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"ahhh, comsci?"&lt;/span&gt; wala akong masabi kundi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"opo, yun." &lt;/span&gt;di ko talaga alam kung ano ang pinaguusapan namin non. minsan minsan lang naman talaga kami magusap e. palagay ko nga, yun lang ang time na nagusap kami pwera lang kung inuutusan niya akong bumili ng coke 500.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga five years later, naisipan kong gayahin ang habit na pagbili ng sariling coke na madalas gawin ng lolo ko. yun nga lang, imbes na coke 500, family size ang binibili ko. naisip ko rin ito dahil may kinwento ang tito ko sakin na isa niyang kaibigan, inii-straw ang coke 1.5. grabeng mga tao. so naisipan kong gayahin ang mga ito para may mai-kwento ako pagdating ng panahon (at eto na nga). di naman kasi ako mahilig magkwento. madalas sinasarili ko nalang ang mga pangyayari sa buhay ko - hanggang sa naimbento ang blog. marami nang tao ang makakaalam ng mga sikreto ng buhay ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-5445007191622358919?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/5445007191622358919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=5445007191622358919' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/5445007191622358919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/5445007191622358919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/07/poetry-site.html' title='poetry site'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-8386961266707925547</id><published>2007-07-18T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:46:56.112+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wordpress'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mall of asia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world trade center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleep'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prison break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paint ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='go kart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3g'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knc show'/><title type='text'>it's just like sleeping</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ansarap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe, kanina lang ata uli ako nakatulog ng matino. nakumpleto ko ang 6 hours ko! plus meron pang bonus na 3 hours after non. panu ba naman, nung sunday pa kung anu-ano na ginagawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung sunday, nag-shooting kami sa clark or subic (di ko alam kung alin sa dalawa). e ang hirap naman, puro biyahe. mas matagal pa yung biyahe time kesa sa shooting. pero at least meron kami natapos nun. masarap din kumain ng spageti luto ni ate rose. tapos, di ako natulog sa araw ng lunes. di ako nakatulog kahit kailangan. simula kasi ng night shift kaya kelangan ng baterya para sa gabing iyon. wala rin naman, di naman ako masyadong inantok. kaso kailangan din matulog dahil may go-kart competition naman ang host ng untv sa kinabukasan tuesday. so pagod na pagod na ko pagdating ng tuesday ng hapon, nakatulog ako mga dalawang oras ata. alam niyo ba kung gano kahirap mag go-kart? para kang sinagasaan ng pison. ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayun, kanina lang ako nakatulog ng mahimbing. alas singko ng umaga sakto ako dumating sa bahay, tulog agad ako. hanggang 11am. sarap talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa sunday na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3G. punta ka sa world trade center ngayong linggo, hulyo a-beinte dos. alas otso ng umaga. kung di ka marunong pumunta sa world trade center, di kita sinisisi - dahil di ko rin alam hehe. pero kung marunong kang pumunta sa mall of asia, madali na lang ito. punta ka lang dun sa mall na malaki. tas punta ka sa north wing kung saan meron mga sm vans na biyaheng buendia. sakay ka dun, madadaanan mo ang world trade center. actually, magsisimula ang mga palabas, alas singco ng umaga, yung palabas na kami naman. pero yung program, 8am pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maraming mga pagkakaabalahan dun. merong go-kart racing, paint ball, ibat-ibang rides, exhibits, job fair at isang libreng concert sa gabi (with a very special guest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya, hali na! dalhin ang barkada! umuulan dito ng pera haha : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prison break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nung monday (habang hindi ako natutulog), natapos ko na rin sa wakas ang pangalawang season ng prison break. nahalata ko na iniba nila ng conclusion ng series (dahil ayon sa aking research, dalawang season lang talaga ang initial na naisulat para dito. pero humiling ng extension ang fox kaya ayun...) dahil nakulong uli si ******* ******** sa ****** dahil iniutos ng ******* na direct report ng namatay na si **** ***. (pasensya na, bawal sabihin, pero kung napanuod mo na, maiintindihan mo yung sinabi ko).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, nevertheless, sa kabila ng lahat ng ito, na-excite pa rin ako sa season 3. dahil una blah blah blah blah blah blah (spoiler uli e, sorry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paalam muna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alas otso singkwenta'y tres na ng gabi, kelangan ko na magpaalam. kanina pa nagsimula ang shift ko at matatapos na ang aking avail time. magandang simulain pala ito para sa blog na ito. nagregister ako sa wordpress at iba pang blog site, pero walang nangyari sa kanila. ito lang ang nagbunga. hanggang sa muli.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4830398959137337027-8386961266707925547?l=migrainewalking.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/feeds/8386961266707925547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4830398959137337027&amp;postID=8386961266707925547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/8386961266707925547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4830398959137337027/posts/default/8386961266707925547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://migrainewalking.blogspot.com/2007/07/parang-natutulog-lang.html' title='it&apos;s just like sleeping'/><author><name>oist</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12936659442487873330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i11.photobucket.com/albums/a166/starfishdestroyer/blackendgray2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4830398959137337027.post-313358897466629710</id><published>2007-07-18T03:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-25T22:44:34.300+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='giniling festival'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='multiply'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bab'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><title type='text'>ouch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bakit ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;english yung title nung blog, pero malamang puro tagalog din ilalagay ko dito e. nainggit kasi ko sa kaibigan kong si &lt;a href="http://myembrolang.blogspot.com/"&gt;bab&lt;/a&gt;. nang malaman kong meron siyang blogspot, e dapat ako din. inggitero ako e. lalu na kung kaya ko rin abutin yung kinaiinggitan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nakakasulasok, nakaririmarim, nakapanghihilakbot, nakakasuklam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakikinig ako ngayon ng mga kanta ng &lt;a href="http://iamginilingfestival.multiply.com/"&gt;giniling festival&lt;/a&gt;. kung kilala mo siguro ako ay alam mo na fan ako ng banda ng pinsan ko. yung banda ha, hindi sa pinsan ko. minsan kasi me mga tao, ang nakikita lang nila yung bokalista. marahil dahil pogi ito. pwede rin naman na dahil sadyang mahilig kumanta ang higit na pinoy, kaya kung sino ang kumakanta, yun ang idolo nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resist. unlearn. defy. resist and multiply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meron akong &lt;a href="http://blackendgray.multiply.com/"&gt;multiply page&lt;/a&gt;. aktibo pa rin naman ito hanggang ngayon. kaya lang ako gumawa ng ganito, bukod sa nainggit ako, ay gusto ko lang pahirapan ang sarili ko. andami kong nakilala sa &lt;a href="http://multiply.com/network"&gt;multiply &lt;/a&gt;na yun. mas maigi pa talaga yun kaysa &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/"&gt;friendster&lt;/a&gt;. basta, kung wala akong multiply, malamang di ko kilala ang mga bago kong kaibigan ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tulog na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inaantok na nga ako. alas cuatro na ng madaling araw, nakakatatlong oras pa lang ako ng tulog sa loob ng tatlong araw. kailangan ko nang ihiga ito. pahinga ko labindalawang oras para parang sulit yung. sa totoo lang, andami ko nang ginagawang backspace kasi kung anu-anong letra ang naita-type ko dito sa keyboard. ay siya, matutulog na ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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