<?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-15857680</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:12:55.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beneath The Surface</title><subtitle type='html'>the writings of a benumbed, bummed couch-potato who loves funny and sarcastic things...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-3702257840259389148</id><published>2007-11-28T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T07:57:37.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGSPOT officially closed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As of this moment, I would like to take this opportunity to those who took their time in reading posts I've written--or typed in this blog... and also to those who took all efforts in writing me a comment--positive or negative.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I would also like to take this opportunity to let you all know that I will not be using this account as my blog anymore... As you can see the last post is almost three years ago and is kind of well, depressing, so to speak... But for my new blog.. my new regular blog...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;please visit or just click on the link:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://killersmile07.livejournal.com/"&gt;http://killersmile07.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;It's still called "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://killersmile07.livejournal.com/"&gt;Beneath The Surface&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;" but with a different blogsite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://killersmile07.livejournal.com"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 236px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_efNaVjkPC_U/R02O3rIdz-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/sgBFkAy3UXw/s320/LJ+blog.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137919837021786082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've written or post on it since August of 2005 and I have been using it on and off (since I also have this blog) until recently... when I figured out how to use and design it effectively... The truth is, however, I haven't designed it myself but just got a code from a friend--applied this and that; and voila! A new colorful blog...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://killersmile07.livejournal.com/"&gt;This blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;, unfortunately doesn't have any music on it unless I post a link or an html as one of my posts... Although I haven't tried posting a video from youtube. My LJ blog also doesn't have a widget or a tagboard... LJ unfortunately discourage the use of tagboards and applying music on their site... But I posted a link on my sidebar to access my tagboard... Unfortunately(again!) there hasn't been anyone who tagged in my tagboard yet and so I'm hoping for one person to tag and start talkin' coz I'm listening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://killersmile07.cbox.ws"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_efNaVjkPC_U/R02OObIdz9I/AAAAAAAAAA0/k8fELHTcwto/s320/LJ+blog-tagboard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137919128352182226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Okay, so there... as of now, I'm officially closing this site down but I'm leaving it as it is... for you to view or know what my new blog is all about as I left a link here in my last post... Yes, this will be my last post here in my friendster blog.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Again thanks to all!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-3702257840259389148?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/3702257840259389148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=3702257840259389148' title='29 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/3702257840259389148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/3702257840259389148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2007/11/blogspot-officially-closed.html' title='BLOGSPOT officially closed.'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_efNaVjkPC_U/R02O3rIdz-I/AAAAAAAAAA8/sgBFkAy3UXw/s72-c/LJ+blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-3540084446849703183</id><published>2007-03-14T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T01:30:44.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me? Depressed trying to die?... NAH......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ARGH!!!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Ever felt so Low?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As in super-duper Low... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;And not just that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Low and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ALONE?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Low and ALONE that it seems nobody's there to comfort you, be with you just for the company and not for the grades...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fuck it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm crying this pain, this feeling of nausea, of pressure, of hurt, of sick, of being tired, of lonely... this depression....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9900;"&gt;New School. New Friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yeah right... But friends who let you down... Who feels right to comfort you when they themselves are better-off?... And when they're not, they're the ones who'll forget you and focus on their pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;LEAVING YOU BEHIND...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sure, sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Haha..Hahaha... Hahahaha,,,,....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just can't help the feeling of being sick...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sick that I can't focus on my other majors because of this stupid groupwork I'm focusing on,that I, myself in the first place did not want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sick that I'm now failing my other subjects and my groupmates, particularly one of them, pressures me to concentrate on that groupwork because she's failing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;...HOW ABOUT ME?!?!?!?!?!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I not failing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Am I not doing good?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fuck! In fact, you're doing a hell better than I am, and here I am focusing on this groupwork just because of you!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ALL I HEAR FROM YOU IS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;How about "ME"?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...Marcia.. Nice.. Remember?!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...I am failing too!! And not just one subject but all subjects infact...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;putang-inang buhay 'to&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...Makes me want to stop studying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can you feel that I'm depressed???...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...So depressed that I needed someone to talk to...??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;But, as I've said, I'm alone-literally-in this school... That I just can't pour out my feelings--these bottled-up feelings--or, otherwise I'll go insane!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;FucK it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friend, where are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;These raging feelings bottled-up inside me feels like their going to burst...pop-open rather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And if I snap, who knows might happen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Maybe I'll die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Maybe I'll kill myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...just because of this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And I know you would not want me to haunt your conscience knowing that it was &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"YOU"&lt;/span&gt; after all, who killed me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-3540084446849703183?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/3540084446849703183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=3540084446849703183' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/3540084446849703183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/3540084446849703183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2007/03/me-depressed-trying-to-die-nah.html' title='Me? Depressed trying to die?... NAH......'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-8977210081606301823</id><published>2007-02-28T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:53:24.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I might as well die....</title><content type='html'>A possible interview with my lola's sister, Tia Becky for Jessica Soho's show, "Kapuso Mo, Jessica", is really a great opportunity and a great support for my resume if ever I enter the Media. But I referred somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University of Maryland in U.S. wants to use my published article in Ang Pahayagang Plaridel, "Biofuel...", for their research or something. They want to use it for their foreign language studies. But I declined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met Paul London, Jimmy Wang Yang, Idol Stevens, Ref. Charles all from WWE. I also met Batista, and got a kiss from him because I won a meet and greet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now have a videocam, a new cellphone, and a USB flash drive, not to mention a silver 1994 Toyota Corolla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back, I am blessed. But now, I feel like dying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my life. &lt;br /&gt;I hate being stressed-out. &lt;br /&gt;I hate being pressured. Pressured to do something which I tried my best to do but failed... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now on the verge of nervous breakdown, as I'm really sure to fail this one major subject of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first failure... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i hate failure!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===============================================================================&lt;br /&gt;In case you don't think that Communication Arts is hard... I'm telling you,,, it is really, really hard!!! Especially when it comes to majors... VIDPROD and INTRORE... argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_efNaVjkPC_U/ReZJ05_gXqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/I0LKypiA-O0/s1600-h/t_21152.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_efNaVjkPC_U/ReZJ05_gXqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/I0LKypiA-O0/s320/t_21152.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036794406529687202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'm only in my second year....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-8977210081606301823?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/8977210081606301823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=8977210081606301823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/8977210081606301823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/8977210081606301823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-might-as-well-die.html' title='I might as well die....'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_efNaVjkPC_U/ReZJ05_gXqI/AAAAAAAAAAY/I0LKypiA-O0/s72-c/t_21152.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-5422452417321100920</id><published>2007-02-19T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:56:17.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>name decoder</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/riona-NICE.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Networked Individual Calibrated for Exploration" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://monster.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://monster.namedecoder.com/webimages/banshee-NICE.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Nun-Injuring Creature of Emotion" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://monster.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://monster.namedecoder.com/webimages/imp-MARXA.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Malevolent, Abhorrent, Redhead-Xecuting Abomination" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cyborg.namedecoder.com/webimages/chi2-MARXA.png" width="240" height="180" alt="Mechanical Artificial Rational Xenocide Android" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-5422452417321100920?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/5422452417321100920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=5422452417321100920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/5422452417321100920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/5422452417321100920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2007/02/name-decoder.html' title='name decoder'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-2983905280662105539</id><published>2007-02-19T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:37:06.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Lolo Raffy</title><content type='html'>Lolo Raffy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*a singer&lt;br /&gt;*a songwriter&lt;br /&gt;*an assistant director&lt;br /&gt;*a father&lt;br /&gt;*a brother&lt;br /&gt;*a family&lt;br /&gt;*a friend....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafael Verzosa, Tio Fael, my lolo Fael, as we call him, died last Feb. 12, 2007 (monday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know him that much but it pains me so much that i didn't know him while he was still here... I could've learned so many things from him, knowing that he was a director working with really famous people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt that Lolo Raffy died a happy life... Lolo Raffy's first wife, Tia Yoli (sp?) and Tita Jelma(sp?), his 2nd wife have had this conflict and anger for each other for so long.... so long that when Lolo Raffy died, they even fought for the body... to whose house will be the &lt;em&gt;burol...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my lolas: Tia Linda, Tia Agnes, Tia Edna, Tia Percy, and Tio Otik; they were the ones who decided where the &lt;em&gt;burol&lt;/em&gt; and the burial will be.... In Laspinas and Cavite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to the Lolo Raffy's burol, I can feel the tension between the two wives.Tia Jelma talking badly about Tia Yoli regarding Lolo Raffy's burol--the problems they've had....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Tia Jelma, just can't hug Tia Yoli as Lolo Raffy's body is being lowered 6 feet below the ground...ARGH.... I did not cry during the last mass... I did not cry during the &lt;em&gt;burol&lt;/em&gt;...I did not cry during the burial....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried everynight since Wednesday until last night for Lolo Raffy. I cried my anger for him that when everybody should be paying their respects, they are all trashtalking each other. That when the mass should be all about Lolo Fael, most who attended the mass were talking and texting--using their cellphones while the mass was going on!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sad for Lolo Raffy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.,.. that even when he was being buried, his two families cannot and would not reunite for him....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-2983905280662105539?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/2983905280662105539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=2983905280662105539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/2983905280662105539'/><link rel='self' 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style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm coming out of my cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gotta gotta gotta be down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Because I want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now I’m falling asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And she’s calling a cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now, let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I just can’t look its killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And taking control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Choking on your alibis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I’m coming out of my cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And I’ve been doing just fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gotta gotta gotta be down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Because I want it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It started out with a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;How did it end up like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It was only a kiss, it was only a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now I’m falling asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And she’s calling a cab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;While he’s having a smoke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And she’s taking a drag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now they’re going to bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And my stomach is sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And it’s all in my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But she’s touching his—chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now, he takes off her dress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Now, let me go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I just can’t look its killing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And taking control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Jealousy, turning saints into the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Swimming through sick lullabies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Choking on your alibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;But it’s just the price I pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Destiny is calling me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Open up my eager eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;‘Cause I’m Mr Brightside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I never...I never...I never...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;You know how it is when you get &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; right?! The feeling is different...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;My niece (who is older than me, btw) told me that when you're a lot older, &lt;em&gt;kilig &lt;/em&gt;factor fades and what changes is the "lust"...  Let me make this clearer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;In highschool, we always base our relationship in the &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; factor as I said. We always want that happy, bubbly feeling inside us... that feeling that always make us blush--make our cheeks pink rather, when we see our crushes, or say, "he looked pass my way" or "he smiled at me!"... Those thoughts, according to this niece of mine, fades as we grow older... And as we venture into our later teen years, after highschool, we begin to &lt;em&gt;magsawa. &lt;/em&gt;The kilig feeling fades and it changes into lust...or sex...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;She told me that, that is the next big step for a "mature relationship":to work... I disagree. I don't know but it doesn't make sense..If the kilig feeling fades, then sex should fade to... I mean if the kilig factor easily fades because of almost everyday-same-feeling to the point that it makes you puke, then sex might have the same effect. Lets face it, only the guys wants it and the girls are the ones who gets easily &lt;em&gt;sawa&lt;/em&gt; with the mushiness of their boos. So, what the guy initiates is to take the next level... right?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I guess, I would never understand the idea of that being the basis of their relationship, &lt;em&gt;ika nga niya, "'Yun na lang ang nagdadala sa &lt;/em&gt;relationship&lt;em&gt; namin eh... &lt;/em&gt;You can't blame me. I also like it. &lt;em&gt;'Yung mga kilig-kilig na yan, nawawala yan pag tumatanda ka na...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And I guess, only until i experienced it, then would i have understand... Maybe i would agree or still, I would disagree... They have their own opinions and so far, I have mine. I stick to it like the mightybond. super glue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For me, it depends... I still get &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt;... It's better than "lust"... I should say... Yes I've had my fantasies(I'm a virgin, I'm a virgin, mind you!!!!!), but i would prefer the kilig feeling...Maybe when I know I'm responsible enough to engage in that kind of act--when I'm financially stable, emotionally and spiritually prepared and when I've had my joys of single life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt; In fact, &lt;em&gt;kinikilig na ko ngayon kasi may nagbukas ng friendster profile ko&lt;/em&gt; whom i never expected to open it... damn... haha... si _ _ _ _ _ .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It's so fun to have a not-so-serious crush... I like him.. I know him, but not personally... I haven't had the guts to talk to him in person.... I don't know if he had seen me in school, I hope he does... But him opening my profile and duh, if he opened it, it just means that he viewed my pics and read my profile... OMG.. this kilig feeling I sooo much miss....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-5896807860463038414?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/5896807860463038414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=5896807860463038414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/5896807860463038414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/5896807860463038414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2007/01/killers-kilig-factor-attacks-me.html' title='The Killers/ kilig factor attacks me!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-1991411503230047582</id><published>2007-01-05T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-19T02:21:14.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE YOUR GUTS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There are lots of pea-brained people running around EARTH! And I'm really glad that I'm not one of those "peeps" that doesn't appreciate the things they have!!! I came across the blog of this person I know (I won't mention the name), who complained how her day was so tiring after following a &lt;em&gt;mambabalut&lt;/em&gt; for 4 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Yes, I agree it is tiring. But did you even consider how tired that man was? What I mean to say is, he did not complain about anything, and yet he was carrying that heavy load for more than 4 hours everyday!! While YOU complain about walking for 4 hours( I bet you were complaining in your thoughts!)... and you weren't carrying same load he has. You didn't want to experience the hardship the &lt;em&gt;mambabalut&lt;/em&gt; is going through...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ARGH!! YOU PEOPLE MAKE ME SICK!!!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Just because you're blessed, doesn't mean you have to cherish it all on your own... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Whatever happened to the saying, "SHARE YOUR BLESSINGS!"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Demmet!! You only saw the negative things it did to you--how your feet hurt, how tired you were after the long walk... dammit!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You make me sick!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-1991411503230047582?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/1991411503230047582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=1991411503230047582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/1991411503230047582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/1991411503230047582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-hate-your-guts.html' title='I HATE YOUR GUTS...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-7846660838779763841</id><published>2006-12-13T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:53:33.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Kukai, your closet's inspired by the Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_efNaVjkPC_U/RYD0okchoCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vCI0ET2v_eI/s1600-h/moment_s.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008271763451256866" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_efNaVjkPC_U/RYD0okchoCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vCI0ET2v_eI/s320/moment_s.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;You're a fashion-forward girl who is not just up on the latest trends — you're very likely setting them. Whether you're rocking a '60s babydoll dress or an '80s skinny tie, you know how to mix and match like nobody's business. You always manage to make a look that's thoroughly modern and thoroughly you.Whether your style runs funky or chic, you're a natural leader who knows confidence is a look that never goes out of style. So whatever look you'll be rocking next — even a daring pair of cuffed shorts — you're sure to be leading the pack. With your creativity and cool, we can't wait to see what you'll come up with next. Awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-7846660838779763841?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/7846660838779763841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=7846660838779763841' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/7846660838779763841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/7846660838779763841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/12/kukai-your-closets-inspired-by-moment.html' title=''/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_efNaVjkPC_U/RYD0okchoCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vCI0ET2v_eI/s72-c/moment_s.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-3812128922738504258</id><published>2006-12-13T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:34:26.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S SO UNFAIR....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It's so unfair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just had our finals in INTROFI (Introduction to Film), which is why I studied really hard last night which went on until 2a.m.--which means, I only had 4hours of sleep...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, because LITERA2 Finals was scheduled at 8:00am-10:00am...so I had to wake up at 6 to prepare and go to school... but demmet!!! TRAFFIC!!! so I was late... but i was still able to take the exam and did good on it! haha PERFECT SCORE!!! 100% correct!! and take note.. I didn't study...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN came INTROFI Finals... Once Sir Doy Del Mundo, handed out the papers and gave the signal to start answering the test, I answered all the questions that I know...only 10 questions left out of 75, and I'm done...Just then, Sir Doy paired us up for those who were having trouble answering the entire test. Unfortunately for me, I was paired with someone who didn't study!!! Yes, he knows some of the answers to the questions but I know I still didn't need him...why? Because sir Doy was giving out clues to the 2 enumeration questions--and once he gave it, I already know the answer... What I mean to say is, here I am studying 'till dawn for the finals to make up for the &lt;em&gt;sablay&lt;/em&gt; interview I had with him, and here is this "&lt;em&gt;partner&lt;/em&gt;" of mine who didn't study who just copied my answers--answers of which I'm sure of by the way--almost half of the questions he hadn't answered... Even the 3 areas/&lt;em&gt;"world"&lt;/em&gt; of film making which was just recently discussed, he didn't even know and copied the answer from me... Yes, I might have taken some answers from him to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;but!!! BUT!!!&lt;/span&gt; Those were like 2-3 questions only and he took like more than 10 answers from me!! darn it!! IT'S REALLY REALLY UNFAIR... I wish I could've done it alone!! He doesn't deserve to have a high grade if he just copied most of his answers from me right?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;argh... I'm really really pissed off right now!!! He's obnoxious,, really, really obnoxious pa!!! &lt;em&gt;Babagyuhin kayo sa yabang!!&lt;/em&gt; badTRIP!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-3812128922738504258?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/3812128922738504258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=3812128922738504258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/3812128922738504258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/3812128922738504258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/12/its-so-unfair.html' title='IT&apos;S SO UNFAIR....'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-568447092073461665</id><published>2006-12-13T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T23:24:38.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Proof of STRESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/games/quiz/1172"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.the-n.com/media/quiz/badges/celeb_giving/angelina.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You knee slapper, you. You rib tickler. You chucklepatch! You're the type who thinks any situation can be funny if you have the right attitude. You laugh stressful things off to keep yourself happy, and you use your sense of humor to help other people do the same. As long as you don't point that humor hose at anyone who doesn't exactly appreciate it, your funny bone will serve you well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50651/tests/simplifylife/index.jsp?testname=simplifylifeogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test at Tickle" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50651/http://i.emode.com/tests/simplifylife/images/cutting_work_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can simplify your life by cutting back at work&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ff33;"&gt;You're a career-oriented person who's not afraid to log some long hours to get the job done — and done right. Your peers admire your drive and creativity and nothing feels better than hearing your boss or clients compliment your work. But, you know, if you glance out a window for a minute, you'll notice that there's a whole world going on out there, and you just might be missing a lot of it.While it's great that you're so committed to your career, you've got to make sure you're not forgetting about friends, family, and fun. We know you've got bills to pay and goals to attain, but don't make work your whole life. And if you just can't figure out a way to scale back your hours, then at least make sure you're planning a nice vacation — without your laptop or cell phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-568447092073461665?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/568447092073461665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=568447092073461665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/568447092073461665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/568447092073461665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/12/proof-of-stress.html' title='Proof of STRESS'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-5052350445081629734</id><published>2006-12-10T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T21:40:11.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"A smile as memorable as historic PAL flight" --Philippine Daily Inquirer Via Thomson Dialog NewsEdge</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;An online article about my Lola's Sister..Tiya Beke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I got this from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tmcnet.com/usubmit/-smile-as-memorable-as-historic-pal-flight-/2006/07/30/1752796.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://www.tmcnet.com/usubmit/-smile-as-memorable-as-historic-pal-flight-/2006/07/30/1752796.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; if you wish to view the article for yourself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have pictures and newspaper clippings dating back to the 1940s regarding her...&lt;/em&gt;And I'm so proud of my heritage...VERZOSAs, JARINAs, SANTOSes, DIONISIOs RULE!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[July 30, 2006] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;A smile as memorable as historic PAL flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;(Philippine Daily Inquirer Via Thomson Dialog NewsEdge) ANY STORY ABOUT THE HIStory of Philippine civil aviation would not be complete without the memory of her smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Rebecca Versoza was the only Filipino and lone flight attendant on the first flight of Philippine Airlines (PAL) across the Pacific 60 years ago today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As the flight attendant of that historic DC-4 journey, Versoza thus became a pioneer in what has become one of the most popular, in-demand and well-paying jobs today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yet, nothing much is known about Versoza, except for the scant details the airline managed to put together through the years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;One of the few mementos PAL has of Versoza is a black and white picture showing her wearing an attendants cap, a collared white blouse, and a brilliant smile captured on camera for eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;That smile might have been one of the things that inspired a PAL slogan years later exhorting travelers to Come fly the friendly skies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;On that July 31, 1946, flight were four other crew membersall Americans, including the two pilots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Finding Versoza, or at least her close relatives, for the 60th anniversary of PALs first crossing of the Pacific to the United States was an unfulfilled, aching wish of the people who organized the celebration this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;For them, the anniversary of the first flight of a local airline to the United States would have been an excellent chance to give due recognition to Verzosa and her service to PAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Moreover, an account from Versoza of her experience as a pioneering Filipino flight attendant would have been a remarkable addition to the history not only of PAL but of local civil aviation as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Verzosa would be around 85 years old today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;At that age, she would have a lot of stories to tell, said Jonathan Gesmundo, editor of PALs corporate magazine, PALiner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Gesmundo himself seems to be a walking repository of historical data and trivia about PAL and Philippine civil aviation history, what with his wealth of knowledge gained from research he has done at the Filipinas Heritage Library, the National Library and the UST Library, among other libraries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But to Gesmundo, Verzosa has become an elusive subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The most recent information we got, and this was a few years ago, was that she was supposedly living in the US, Gesmundo told the Inquirer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Homesick passengers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;PAL chartered its first flight to the United States from a company called Trans Ocean, after a dock strike in the US West Coast prevented US ships from sailing to the Philippines to pick up homesick American soldiers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;There were not enough US planes and ships then to transport the Americans back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The flight was an ordeal for the crew that included Versoza, and for the passengers consisting of some 40 American soldiers eager to go home with the end of World War II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;The DC-4, a surplus military aircraft, was not known for comfort. Passengers sat on what were called bucket seatsno armrests and no backrests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;5-foot-tall beauty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;According to PAL, the plane could make just over 200 miles per hour at cruising speed, was unpressurized, and could not fly much higher than 10,000 feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Verzosa, believed to be just 5 feet tall, not only made sure her passengers were comfortable during the flight, she also cooked meals when meal times came en route.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She also had to keep the lavatory clean, not a pleasant task when the passengers became airsick, PAL said in its media release.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;At that time, airsick bags were unheard of, Gesmundo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;But hadnt the US soldiers flown helicopters and planes during the war?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;41-hour flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Yes, they did. But not for 41 hours with just four stopovers, Gesmundo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Verzosa was also on the flight that returned to Manila, but this time, thankfully, there were no passengers on board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Laughing, Gesmundo said that if he ever met Verzosa, he would not hesitate to ask her some naughty questions, like: Did any pilots court you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Its common those days, you know, Gesmundo quipped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Time of reconstruction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;If anything, Versoza proved that being a flight attendant could be a career at a time when the main concern in the Philippines was the reconstruction after the war, Gesmundo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;It was July 1946, the new republic has just been established and granted independence by the Americans. It was an era of reconstruction. Literally, rebuilding their homes and their businesses was on top of their minds, Gesmundo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Being a flight attendant was an American influence, he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;At that time, then PAL owner Andres Soriano, who was a Spaniard who became an American citizen, would scout around for flight attendants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Soriano or some American pilots would see a mestiza and ask her if she would be interested to become a flight attendant. It wasnt for them to apply, Gesmundo said.&lt;br /&gt;Prize in a beauty pageant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Soon, becoming a flight attendant became prestigious. So much so that, Gesmundo said, he discovered in one of his research that one postwar beauty pageant offered for its second prize becoming a trainee for cabin attendant for PAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;First prize was a PAL ticket to any domestic destination, and third prize was getting any job in the airline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Verzosa spent some 10 years as a flight attendant, eventually becoming manager in charge of cabin crew training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She also spent more than 10 years doing office work at PAL, Gesmundo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;She showed the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Verzosa showed that being a flight attendant was not just being a glorified or a glamorous helper on an airplane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Flight attendants are hurt when they hear that nasty tag, Gesmundo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;He said being a flight attendant was also not only about charm and grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;As Verzosa showed on that 41-hour flight 60 years ago, it is a lot about grit, hard work and selflessness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-5052350445081629734?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/5052350445081629734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=5052350445081629734' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/5052350445081629734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/5052350445081629734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/12/smile-as-memorable-as-historic-pal.html' title='&quot;A smile as memorable as historic PAL flight&quot; --Philippine Daily Inquirer Via Thomson Dialog NewsEdge'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-2922192601537044601</id><published>2006-11-16T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T22:33:48.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NO MORE LATE And ABSENCES for me..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Once again, I live-up to the name of being a "late-comer"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I just learned from my INTRODUCTION TO PRINT MEDIA professor, Mr. Mariano, that I have only 1 absence allowed for the remaining classes... I already acquired 4 1/2 absences and the maximum allowable absences for that class is 5 1/2... !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Argh, that means waking up at 7am--doing stuffs--reading, eating and such.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;at 8:30am - already taking a bath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;at 9:30am - go to school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;coz its better to be too early than to be late...(that's only for INPRINT, though)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;=============================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I also enrolled yesterday, well, Tina enrolled me... because since I can't afford to be absent in INPRINT, I asked a favor from her to enroll me (since she already enrolled the day before--darn those LIA-COM! hehehe :) ). I only enrolled in 4 subjects, meaning, only 12 units! WHY? do you ask...? Well, since I'm currently taking FOTOCAM (Basic Photography) this term and not INTRORE (INTRODUCTION TO RESEARCH), automatically, the next major subject I'd be taking is VIDPROD (Video Production), which is by the way--like one of the hardest major subjects in the history of Communication Arts Subjects in DLSU-Manila...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;And right now, I'm shaking like hell!!!!!! worried, that I might be a year-delayed from my supposed-to-be graduation which is exactly April of next year.... because  of these "HELL" subjects....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So, I gotta go now, I'm again,,, late for my INBROAD (introduction to Broadcasting) CLASS....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-2922192601537044601?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/2922192601537044601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=2922192601537044601' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/2922192601537044601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/2922192601537044601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/11/no-more-late-and-absences-for-me.html' title='NO MORE LATE And ABSENCES for me..'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-116270398744146644</id><published>2006-11-04T21:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T22:40:35.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TICKLE TEST RESULTS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Kukai, YOUR song is &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another One Bites the Dust&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;                &lt;div class="testresultpic"&gt;           &lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/tests/yoursong/images/dust_s.gif" alt="" border="0" height="115" width="120" /&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;p&gt;Sure, it's catchy and has a great beat, but this tune's also got bite. We're not saying you're not a smooth mover, but anyone who knows you will attest to your spunky side. After all, you aren't shy about going after what you want or speaking your mind. How else are you going to beat the competition?&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to a night out, you bring the party with you wherever you go. A risk taker, you're not afraid to stir things up and be the first one on the dance floor or last one to leave. It's clear you're standing on your own two feet, and you're ready for whatever comes your way. Rock on!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (www.tickle.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That, is true considering that I usually am the first one on the dance floor--inciting people to join me... But, a risk taker? That, I don't know... argh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Kukai, &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;Taking the Scenic Route&lt;/span&gt; makes your mouth water &lt;/h3&gt;                &lt;div class="testresultpic"&gt;           &lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/tests/mouthwater/images/scenic_s.gif" alt="" border="0" height="115" width="120" /&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;p&gt;You know what they say — life's a journey, not a destination. That's something you take to heart. Laidback and low-key, you like to take your time and savor each moment. If that means taking the long way to get somewhere, you'll do it, especially if it's packed with plenty of things to see along the way.&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You appreciate the simple things in life — from sunsets to skylines to starry nights. You enjoy taking a moment to breathe in all that the world has to offer, even if you have to go a little out of your way to do it. So pack up the car and get ready to hit the road!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am simple... I believe I am... I usually walk along the PhilAm park on the way home if I have time, and sometimes sit on the bench to think and appreciate the beauty of nature... (sheesh!! Is this me talking!?!?!?! I sound so sensitive!!!). Unfortunately, nowadays, I don't have time for it, since my classes end at around 6pm.. and travel-time usually takes about at least one hour, so when I arrive at the PhilAm park, its already closed,not to mention, dark...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Kukai, a &lt;span class="bigheader"&gt;Change of Scenery&lt;/span&gt; will upgrade your style &lt;/h3&gt;                &lt;div class="testresultpic"&gt;           &lt;img src="http://i.emode.com/tests/upgradestyle/images/scenery_s.gif" alt="" border="0" height="115" width="120" /&gt;         &lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;p&gt;Whether you're headed across the globe or somewhere closer to home, a change of scenery is just what the doctor ordered. For an adventurer like you, a new setting is sure to give you a breath of fresh air.&lt;!-- br--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take a dramatic departure to freshen your perspective. Even just a stroll through a new neighborhood or dinner at a different restaurant can inspire you. Let your sense of adventure lead the way, and you'll probably find yourself somewhere out of the ordinary. So get out there and start exploring the possibilities. A change will do you good!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*Sigh* a good scenery... I would like to see one, but right now, unfortunately, there is no good scenery to be seen... all's a mess!!!everything I see right now, keeps giving me stress... stress..stress. and stress... that stupid majors!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-116270398744146644?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/116270398744146644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=116270398744146644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/116270398744146644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/116270398744146644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/11/tickle-test-results.html' title='TICKLE TEST RESULTS...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-116200687065136725</id><published>2006-10-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:41:10.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LONDON LONDON LONDON MAKES MY BRIDGE FALL DOWN...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I still have the SURVIVOR SERIES FEVER... even after a week...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BATISTA&lt;/span&gt; wearing only a towel... LOL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Paul London&lt;/span&gt; called me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"pretty" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;(and I believe him! LOL!)... and he is dreamy up-close...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Jimmy Wang Yang&lt;/span&gt; is really cute...  and he approached the fans without any hesitation whatsoever. He also answered the questions I asked him while he was signing magazines, and banners and taking pictures. I also found out that &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he's half-Korean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. so, Anyong Haseo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I made &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Referee Charles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (the one with the blonde hair--the one who got tombstone by The DEADMAN) laugh. I told him that I'm going to be the first femal referee and that to be one is an ambition of mine (shallow huh?!). And he asked why, I answered, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"because you get to touch the wrestlers' body.."&lt;/span&gt; hahaha... LOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Idol Stevens&lt;/span&gt; and got an autograph&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I saw &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Bobby Lashley&lt;/span&gt; but unfortunately he only saw my hand, waving!... the security were so strict that they wouldn't allow "FANS" or &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the-wrestlers'-future-spouses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; to see their superstars... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I also saw &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Michelle McCool&lt;/span&gt; (boohoo to the male fans, coz there wasn't any DIVA's MATCH...) Fortunately for me though, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I got to see BATISTA wearing only a towel... *sigh*dreamin' again*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;OH did I mention &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paul London called me "pretty"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ?! yes he did.. and as if once wasn't enough to melt me with joy, he repeated it!! wahaha... and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;he winked and winked&lt;/span&gt; and the handshake that was supposed to be "business-ly-like" (as I've learned the day before in my ORIENT2 class), had a "piga" and "pisil" and again with the wink... wahaha LOL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;i'm really blushing!!... HE IS SOOOO down-to-earth... and kind.. and cool... and he answered all questions given to him by "ME"... and he graciously signed all magazines, took pictures with the fans and again, called me "pretty"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;*sigh* I was just so dumb-founded after he had called me that, that I forgot to ask for his e-mail, fanmail address, or even his number (as if he'll give it right? But as I say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;there's no harm in trying!&lt;/span&gt;)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LONDON LONDON LONDON LONDON LONDON LONDON LONDON LONDON LONDON LONDON LONDON &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;PAUL LONDON&lt;/span&gt; PAUL LONDON  PAULLONDON LONDON LONDON &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PAUL LONDON PAUL LONDON PAUL LONDON PAUL LONDON PAUL LONDON PAUL LONDONPAUL LONDONPAUL LONDONPAUL LONDONPAUL LONDONPAUL LONDON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-116200687065136725?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/116200687065136725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=116200687065136725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/116200687065136725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/116200687065136725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/10/london-london-london-makes-my-bridge.html' title='LONDON LONDON LONDON MAKES MY BRIDGE FALL DOWN...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-116047338045430893</id><published>2006-10-10T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T02:43:00.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSPIRED</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Somebody made my day today!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I just feel like posting this today... And I'm in good mood whatsoever!!! hahaha... somebody made my day today... Early in the morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;A message i saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;On my cellphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Is something I've been waiting for...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Somebody made my day today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;How inspiring, how true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Clearing all my pain away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I know I wouldn't be blue...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;waaah... I'm just so happy... pero di ako in-love like they say... I'm just pretty darn &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;HAPPY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And a guy, gave me a testimonial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I won't name who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A song over my head (cable car)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;One fave song of mine too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; ARGH.. I WON'T CONTINUE NA... basta I hope its something peace-offering of some sort or something... we're adults na please bati na tayo!... wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm just sooooooo happy... I should txt him back... kasi me mali dun sa tinext nia eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-116047338045430893?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/116047338045430893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=116047338045430893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/116047338045430893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/116047338045430893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/10/inspired.html' title='INSPIRED'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-116028441180583740</id><published>2006-10-07T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T22:13:32.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ironically speaking,</title><content type='html'>First of all, I know it has been months since I last post something here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know... a lot has happened--meeting the last person I thought I would see in person--my favorite wrestler, Mr. David Michael Bautista... haay.. seeing him in person in his grand stature, is already a big deal for me, what more meeting him and talking to him and him taling back!... "Will you spell that out for me?", "I promise." I know those are just sentences that are nonsense.. but come on, imagine yourself meeting the one person you really want to see--an idol you thought you can only see on T.V. on posters, in magazines, wouldn't you be so happy?! overwhelmed?! starstrucked even?! I know I did... And just to see him, I went to SM Mall Of Asia, without even buying an P800 worth of pizza just to get in. I asked Kuya Diether Ocampo to give the wooden bracelet to Batista, and he did! Thanks Kuya Diether!!... Though that first day of seeing him, I didn't get anything signed, I was still overjoyed with what I saw--my hero! my future husband.. hehe:) a Greek God with a Filipino face. On the second day, I won a meet and greet, but I need to have a ticket with me so I first bought myself a P950 ticket on 22. Then after, Solar Ent. gave us--the winners- offical WWE autograph mats on which we could ask BATISTA for a dedication or anything we would want him to write..  I could not explain the aghast feeling I felt when it was my turn to meet him! Basta, my memory's good it will be stored there forever--oh and I got a kiss from him... hahahahaha wahahahaha... If meeting him is a big deal, what more talking to him... and what more again, getting a kiss from my FAVORITE WRESTLER OF ALL TIME-- even before I knew he is a Filipino...!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, was the celebration of my birthday... my 18th birthday..&lt;br /&gt;the Venue was in Rainbow Village, J's Nature Garden owned by Tito Danny Jongco. I never expected it to be so grand-tables, chairs with covers--green and pink. Disco Balls, Lights, sounds.. it was all so perfect... &lt;br /&gt;But the thing that made me so happy was Jester coming to my celebration--no malice please! It is because, with so much happenings in our history as classmates and friends, he is the last person I thought I'd see in my party! And ironically, he was one of the first guests who arrived... He kept on texting me what to wear, if this and that was ok--things like that--but seriously, I never took it seriously, until I saw their van and him, who I thought was his brother--Jared--driving with Sir Billy, Sopmac and Diana at the back. It was truly a gift... Others who I expected to be coming because of their confirmation did not come, but this guy, at the last minute went there without any hesitation, escaped from the hands of his-again-girlfriend-from-hell who I wouldn't name. It really was a truly comedic night because of the sipon, the not-polished program, the cakes, the dancing part and all of it.. esp. when he came... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so thankful to everyone!! You came just to be there, even though it was and is still finals week. F.E.U. People--Jes, Rozet, Yne, Joy who came even tho she's grounded, Perps people--Khat, Berto, Sopmac, Diana, Southvillan--Babs, Rex, SJDD peeps-- Papa Tugie and Reyjey--even though it came to you as a surprise, PLM--eka and karen, DLSU-D--BESHIE NORRIE, YFCs--Khel and Lloyd (hehe Herbert!),my Dionisio angkan--Joan, Lance,Aiko, Aivy, Osang, Ate Baby, Tita Ime... and others who took part in my celebration...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole, thank you pa rin for trying to come... I know what happened and I understand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BASTA THANK YOU@ may gifts o wala.. salamat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-116028441180583740?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/116028441180583740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=116028441180583740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/116028441180583740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/116028441180583740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/10/ironically-speaking.html' title='Ironically speaking,'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115621977644074338</id><published>2006-08-21T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:09:36.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Vampire Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/vampirenamegenerator/girl.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Athene of Evil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/vampirenamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your Vampire Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I alveys vonder vot vill my nem vi ven i vecom e vampire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But then I always wonder what will my name be if i'm a hawaiian...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9EEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hawaiian Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D4FFFF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/hawaiiannamegenerator/girl.gif" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kamea Alohilani&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/hawaiiannamegenerator/"&gt;What's your Hawaiian Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115621977644074338?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115621977644074338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115621977644074338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115621977644074338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115621977644074338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/08/your-vampire-name-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115563375761507397</id><published>2006-08-15T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T02:22:37.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nang dahil lang sa sabog-sabog na practice</title><content type='html'>Sorry for taking so long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong hindi ako nakapag-post ng ilang linggo, dahil wala namang masayang nangyari sa buhay ko... normal lang... tipong araw-araw na gawain...although, marami akong gustong i-post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ngayon, aaaah ewan... mejo na-bad trip lang ako... Masaya naman nung pagpasok ko kaninang umaga... in fact, kahit na may sakit ako, i'm in a good mood...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last class, ENGLTRI... dapat ii-email ko na si Ate Sitti (yes, si Sitti ng "Para Sa Akin" and proud to say "schoolmate" ko siya dati!), gagawin yung ENGLTRI self critique, magreresearch ng mga articles needed for Philper so i can start reading and reviewing for my FINALS...because I have to study for INTRECO on Saturday til Monday; pero since me practice for LITERA1 (the play)... hindi ko ito nagawa... at ngayon ko pa lang ito ginagawa... argh... nde naman sa sobrang demanding ng direktor ng play--dahil kailangan sobrang "perfect" talaga ang outcome nung magiging dula--pero medyo nasosobrahan na ata kami sa practice... kahit na sabihin na "kulang" pa rin... I mean, we all know naman all that we have to do e.. and hindi naman namin siya inaalisan and/or iniiwanan, it's just that marami lang naman talaga kaming gagawin... HINDI LANG NAMAN LITERA1 ANG SUBJECT NAMIN NOH? Marami rin kaming subjects at siguro hindi nila priority ung litera1, dahil may failing subjects sila na dapat nilang habulin (I'm speaking "in-behalf-of" dito!)... Tsaka it's not that we don't want to practice, we just have so many things to do!!... And to think, may sakit pa ko, Las Pinas pa bahay ko (meaning to say almost 2 hours ang biyahe during 5-6 ng gabi kasi RUSH HOUR!); kamusta na lang naman ako diba...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think kasi (and its free to say all this things here, 'coz its my blog for cryin' out loud!!!) hindi na-aapreciate ung EFFORT na ibinibigay ng bawat members nung ACT 2... I've been giving suggestions, but it seems NOBODY LISTENS! come on people!!! And I think din, hindi naman kailangang hasang-hasa ung every scene eh... Dapat lang alam na nila ung mga gagawin, para isang pasada tapos na.. hindi during rehearsals/practice tsaka lang hinahasa yan... OMG!! it's a waste of time... e kung isang pasada lang ng isang pasada... by then, nakapag-practice na lahat, walang maiiwan sa set o aalis, kumpleto pa ung members at nakapagpractice... hello? pwede naman kasing hasa-in ung isang scene pag tapos na mismo ng isang round ng PRACTICE kasama lahat ng members...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That way, no one will be left behind and time's not wasted... hindi ung every scene pag may mali, ulet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i've said time is wasted...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115563375761507397?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115563375761507397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115563375761507397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115563375761507397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115563375761507397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/08/nang-dahil-lang-sa-sabog-sabog-na.html' title='nang dahil lang sa sabog-sabog na practice'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115345814626828516</id><published>2006-07-20T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T18:20:07.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me as a stunt woman...</title><content type='html'>I've often thought about the "extreme" things I did during my highschool life and even before that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I just realized that all those "extreme" things I did, were just accidents!!--clumsiness, or plain katangahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just imagine, me at three years of age, muntik nang mahulog sa sapa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was all vivid to me, but what I remember was, I was with my niece (who's older by me by a year btw), JOAN on the terrace of their house, playing with crap scattered on the floor...I don't remember what happened next, the next thing I could remember is that I was holding on to the edge of the wall(the terrace is still not finished by then) of the terrace because if not... I'll fall into the sapa, literally....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and nabalian na rin pala ako ng buto... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This I remember clearly, I was in Grade three and I was playing with my classmates Patintero. I was one of the "it"'s and when I was trying to tag this classmate--his name is Zachraeus or something like that--I tripped and fell... I remember my classmates shouting "AYAWAN NA!" "ayawan na!" leaving me with my aching arm or wrist. I did not cry, fyi! Then came the kundoktor of my bus to fetch me... He massaging my arm and rotating my wrist because I was umiiling sa sakit...When I came home, I told my mom what happened and she used the triangular bandage on my arm so that I can't move it and then we went to the hospital in Paranaque, OLIVAREZ... Had an x-ray and waited for the result... After three days, we went back and we were informed I had a closed fracture. The doctor told us that my right arm needs to be "casted" with cement and so my arm was cemented...  I had that cast for 2 months...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In highschool, I had done extreme stunts that were "LIFE-THREATENING" by accident and just pure "katangahan"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The C.A.T. in my highschool back then was much more fun than it was right now... Well, for one, we had trips to NAVRESCOM (Naval Reserve Command) where we assemble and disassemble rifles, of which I was really good at! (if i do say so myself!); and two, the "faculty" in our school weren't that tight and strict unlike now. One of those activities was the "RAPELLING"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and letting go of the rope, will cause you your life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI, I really have a bad case of the fear of heights..&lt;br /&gt;So, when it was my turn to rapel from the fourth floor of our building down to the basement, it was okey after going down from the fourth floor, but then came the 3rd floor and I panicked! As I reached that floor I stopped there, LET GO OF THE ROPE and just started untying the ropes of the harness or the "diaper" as we call it. I didn't realize that people were also starting to panick and worry just when I did that, until they told me. I was just so afraid and nalulula when I got to that "sitting position"... sheeesh... Kuya Jojo --one of those assistants of Sir Cazcarro (our C.A.T. commandant, who was really cool by the way)--told Sir Cazcarro "Sir, Confidence na lang xa!! Delikado sir, trauma!"...Sir Cazcarro was the belayer when I had that embarrassing "confidence". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the only one in the whole school who did that!!! sheeeeesh!! sobrang kakahiya!!! And to think AMBER COY ako--meaning to say, MODEL CADETTE!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and imagine me, LUMILIPAD KASAMA MOTOR!! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the day after our JS PROM. What do you do after going to the PROM? Of course, drink and be happy! hahaha.. After prom, marj, eka and me all went to 7-eleven to meet the guys and buy RED HORSE... after that, we went straight to marj's place in BF and drank... we had shots of RED HORSE! and I had four to five shots of beer... BUT the shotglass weren't shot glasses at all! The shotglass we used is a MUG! not a beer mug but a coffee mug... And we all went to sleep at around 5 to 6:30 in the morning... So imagine us being WASTED.. and i mean really wasted!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came to fetch me at around 8am and I wasn't expecting them to come... So I just went with them and slept in the house til noon. At about 2 pm, I pleaded my dad so that I can go practice with the motor-scooter...and he agreed. What happened next was, argh, I sorta' forgot but all I remember was me and the scooter flying because I drove over the gutter...(stupid gutter!)..Just like nothing happened, I stood up holding my right arm, with blood on my left eye and walk towards home... hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom was furius with my Dad for letting me drive the scooter knowing that I was still hung-over from that early morning!... My mom asked me if I still can see because there's blood in my eye... and I told her I can.. with both eyes..!hehe... After that, they left me resting, lying on the couch... But then, I was "naiihi" and I stood up, walked a little and "PLAKDA!"... I went unconscious...hindi naman ako naihi..buti na lang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was strained or sprained? whatever basta napilayan... And to think INTRAMURALS was coming up! I was a player of volleyball, and despite their "kontra" for me not to play because of "injury", I still begged ROZET to include me in the game, even as the first one to serve...first service that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's me as a stunt woman... doing extreme stunts accidentally because of "katangahan"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115345814626828516?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115345814626828516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115345814626828516' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115345814626828516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115345814626828516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-as-stunt-woman.html' title='Me as a stunt woman...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115286974590959487</id><published>2006-07-14T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:35:45.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOTICE...FILDLAR posts...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Natapos na ang mga naiatas na ilagay sa blog para sa kursong FILDLAR...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ang aking mga artikulong naisulat sa blog ay:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;1) Pinagpasapasahang Responsabilidad (June 26, Monday)- matatagpuan sa Archives ng June 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2) Mahal, Kaya Mo Pa Ba? (June 26, Monday)- matatagpuan sa Archives ng June 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;3) Philippines, a free country? (July 14, Friday)-matatagpuan sa mismong pahina ng blog at sa Archives ng July 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Napag-alamang ako'y nakatapos na sa mga inatas na gawain para sa aking portfolio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;siyet! hirap ng diretsong tagalog...!!! xp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115286974590959487?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115286974590959487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115286974590959487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115286974590959487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115286974590959487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/07/noticefildlar-posts.html' title='NOTICE...FILDLAR posts...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115286602447413689</id><published>2006-07-14T01:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:33:44.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how old am i? tell me, tell me!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Got this from Niko Batallones in the bulletin board... And I really wanna know how old do I act... many say, that I am childish... And I agree with them... But to be really specific, I do want to know!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;How old do you act? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Put an x on all the things youcan do and find out how old you act!!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I know how to make a pot of coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I can do my own laundry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I can cook for myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] I do my chores after being told once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] I always do my homework/work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I actually enjoy intellectual conversations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I think politics are exciting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] My parents and grand-parents have better things to say than my peers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;total: 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] I show up for school/work every day unless I'msick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I've never gotten a ticket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I watch talk shows and point out theincredibility of it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I know what incredibility means without looking it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I drink black coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;total: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I know how to run the dish washer..and/or do the dishes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I can count in more than one language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] When I say I'm going to do something, I do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] I mow the lawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] I can wash my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I can make adults laugh..without being stupid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] I remember to water my plants&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I study when I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I pay attention at school/work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I remember to feed my pets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] I'm generally organized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I know the meaning of capital punishment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;total:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I can spell experience without looking it up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I clean up my own messes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] The first thing I do when I wake up is get coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] I can go to the store with out gettingsomething I don't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] I understand jokes the first time they aresaid (except if its corny)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I listen to my elders&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I understand the fact that the world always screws someone over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I can type fast, because I type every day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;total: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] My choice in clothing is acceptable in an office or something like that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I can watch politics and laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I have realized that the weather forecast changes every hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I can look at someone hot and not think of sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I have realized that no one will take youseriously unless you are over the age of 25 andhave a job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[x] I can read a book and actually finish it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] People have said that I act older than I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;[ ] I can be sent on an errand and not get sidetracked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;total: 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;What the fuck?!?!  28 years old... This survey is full crap and bullshit!! I really think it is how old you THINK?!?!?! WHOEVER INVENTED THIS SURVEY SHIT, is really STUPID...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115286602447413689?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115286602447413689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115286602447413689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115286602447413689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115286602447413689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-old-am-i-tell-me-tell-me.html' title='how old am i? tell me, tell me!!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115286468284307138</id><published>2006-07-14T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:20:07.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Philippines, a free country? (FILDLAR#3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Philippines is a free country"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I don't know what to say with that statement..... Blah, Blah...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;If you're an idealist probably you'll say, Yes it is a free country...But if you're a realist, you'll say, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"the hell with it!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;I'm no realist but I have to agree with them REALISTS... Our country, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;the PHILIPPINES is not a free country!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;We should remember that FREEDOM is a relative term.  Yes, we are free to choose our government officials, Yes we are free to choose whatever religion we have, and all other stuffs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;But again, we should ask ourselves, "are we really free?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Again, freedom is a relative word and is not limited to the things we are free to choose or whatsoever.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;What is freedom anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;For me, freedom, in a general way, is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;free from control of others&lt;/span&gt;... And if you look at it, although the Spanish and Japanese invaders were already gone, and although we have our "independence day", &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;we are still slaves and followers of the AMERICANS&lt;/span&gt;... We are still shadowed by their likes and dislikes, their interests....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;How?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Take for example, our sports--the number one sport in the United States is basketball. And what is it here, duh? it's basketball!!! And although we have our own "national sport" which is the &lt;em&gt;sipa, &lt;/em&gt;we consider basketball as our national sport...by prioritizing it than any other sports we can play--football or soccer, baseball, sipa, muay thai, arnis.. or wahtever sport we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Another example is the game shows and reality shows that we have... There is the upcoming "Philippine Idol"--like Who Will Be the Next Philippine Idol?, Yet the show will be startingon July 28 or 29 (screw the dates!). Pinoy Big Brother, Deal or No Deal, The Price is Right... and other shows or series that we just &lt;em&gt;filipinized&lt;/em&gt; (as we say)..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;And the most mportant example is the language we use... We're the only ASIAn country who speaks &lt;em&gt;normal&lt;/em&gt; English! Many take it as a compliment because as we know, English is the universal language! While few take it as an insult to our culutre... &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'm a hypocrite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; because I am currently writing this post in the English language. Maybe I am. Not only because of this, but because of the "american" shows that I am watching. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt; I am not against the AMREICANS... I've accepted the fact that &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;are&lt;/em&gt; born &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MANIPULATORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What I'm against at is how we patronize them, how we are accepting the fact that we are pushovers after what our heroes have fought for. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;WHAT A PITY OF HOW WE BECOME?! &lt;/span&gt;We are still playing-it-blind with what the Americans have to offer, and yet we do know what their intention is for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We do not even have our own identity!!!--&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE ONLY ASIAN ENGLISH-SPEAKING COUNTRY...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Is Philippines, a free country?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115286468284307138?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115286468284307138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115286468284307138' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115286468284307138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115286468284307138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/07/philippines-free-country-fildlar3.html' title='Philippines, a free country? (FILDLAR#3)'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115224018849791706</id><published>2006-07-06T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:43:08.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Regarding my brickhouse in the middle of nowhere...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;UU na at hindi nio nakikita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;click nio na lang ung site...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=381240&amp;houseHash=7b71139b2d1eb24f214e3dbd096e9508"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;http://drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=381240&amp;amp;houseHash=7b71139b2d1eb24f214e3dbd096e9508&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;that's my house... find me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;According to the test...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Based on the drawing and the 10 answers they gave this is a summary of their personality:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Your house tells the world that you ought to be a leader. You are a freedom lover and a strong person. You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You are very tidy person. There's nothing wrong with that because you're pretty popular among friends. Your life is always full of changes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You will avoid being alone and seek the company of others whenever possible. You love excitement and create it wherever you go. You have a strong personality and you like to command, influence and control people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;You added a flower into your drawing. The flower signifies that you long for love. It also safe to say that others don't see you as a flirt. You don't think much about yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;==========================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;My Reaction:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;wushuuuu... totoo ba yan... heheheeh... Basta I'm still proud to say that my house is one of those beautiful houses posted there... haha... you don't believe it... GO AND JUDGE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115224018849791706?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115224018849791706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115224018849791706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115224018849791706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115224018849791706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/07/regarding-my-brickhouse-in-middle-of.html' title='Regarding my brickhouse in the middle of nowhere...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115217994415256023</id><published>2006-07-06T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:59:04.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>chooz-days and tarz-days are bummer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;[URL=http://drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=381240&amp;houseHash=7b71139b2d1eb24f214e3dbd096e9508]&lt;br /&gt;[IMG]http://drawahouse.com/houses/2006/7/6/381240_t.gif[/IMG]&lt;br /&gt;Click here to view my house[/URL]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh... I really hate CHOOz-days and TaRz-days... Aside from the fact that I wake up early... I hate my subjects--classes that day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate INTRECO&lt;br /&gt;I hate PHILPER&lt;br /&gt;I hate ENGLTRI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems as if I only go to school for BIOARTS... bcuz I really like my BIOARTS class... and just to have an attendance for those three classes mentioned--or just not to miss any important lectures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARGH... I really want to go home early during tuesdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaantaok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kainip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kainis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabadtrip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah ewan... basta I hate tuesdays and thursdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.drawahouse.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;www.drawahouse.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt; and drew a house--a colorful house, a beautiful house if i do say so myself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta tingnan nio na lang jan... hahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="288" src="http://drawahouse.com/houses/show.asp?houseID=381240&amp;amp;houseHash=7b71139b2d1eb24f214e3dbd096e9508" width="350" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115217994415256023?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115217994415256023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115217994415256023' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115217994415256023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115217994415256023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/07/chooz-days-and-tarz-days-are-bummer.html' title='chooz-days and tarz-days are bummer'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115191612806003575</id><published>2006-07-03T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:42:08.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm an artiste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table border="1" width="355" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" name="qgtable2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="+1"&gt;You fit in with:&lt;br /&gt;Musician / Artist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You fit into the musician/artist stereotype.  You're pretty popular, but you're popular because of who you are - you don't necessarily play by the rules, but that could be what makes you so damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table name="qgtable" width="350" height="350" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" border="0" style='background: url(http://img.quizgalaxy.com/highschool-group-bg.jpg); background-repeat: no-repeat;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="31.75"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="114.25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="318.25"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td width="114.25"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;td valign="top" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.quizgalaxy.com/locator.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=99"&gt;'What highschool stereotype do you fit in with?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115191612806003575?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115191612806003575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115191612806003575' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115191612806003575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115191612806003575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-artiste.html' title='I&apos;m an artiste...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115191588617591120</id><published>2006-07-03T01:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:38:06.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my Troublemaker!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50669/tests/troublemaker/index.jsp?testname=troublemakerogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50669/http://i.emode.com/tests/troublemaker/images/mischiefmaker_20041118_s.gif" width="120" height="115" border="0" alt="Take this test at Tickle" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;          You're an Entertaining Mischief-Maker&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;         &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50670/tests/troublemaker/index.jsp?testname=troublemakerogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;What Kind of Troublemaker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50671/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115191588617591120?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115191588617591120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115191588617591120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115191588617591120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115191588617591120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-troublemaker.html' title='my Troublemaker!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115191505828432817</id><published>2006-07-03T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:24:18.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The vanishings...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just finished reading "Left Behind: The Vanishings" by Jerry B. Jenkins and Tim LaHaye last night. I'd rather not go into details and be a "&lt;em&gt;spoiler&lt;/em&gt;", but the story of this novel is quite scary and creepy--not like horror-creepy, more like a &lt;em&gt;something-you-wouldn't-want-to-happen&lt;/em&gt; creepy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Urgh,.. Just from the title itself, one could already imagine what important event happened--duh? (&lt;em&gt;vanishings?!&lt;/em&gt;) ... It just talks of possibilities of what could happen in the future... if Revelation is true or something like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#66ffff;"&gt;And I have to admit, I liked the book.. And I will be reading the sequels... after I finish reading MY BROTHER, MY EXECUTIONER by F. Sionil Jose...which is required in our LITERA1...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115191505828432817?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115191505828432817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115191505828432817' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115191505828432817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115191505828432817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/07/vanishings.html' title='The vanishings...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115191353702267951</id><published>2006-07-03T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T01:09:00.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pwede Ba by Soapdish</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/u__dZ77n09U" width="350" height="288" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was just testing this video thingie on this blogsite of mine... to see if it works... And I think it does... I really like this video.. well, the song actually...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115191353702267951?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115191353702267951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115191353702267951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115191353702267951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115191353702267951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/07/pwede-ba-by-soapdish.html' title='Pwede Ba by Soapdish'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115163841206249387</id><published>2006-06-29T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:33:32.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my rating</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; MARGIN: 10px; BORDER-LEFT: #333333 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffddbb; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 16px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;This Is My Life, Rated&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 18px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Life:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 18px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #333333 1px solid; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" width="132" /&gt; 6.6&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/grebar.gif" width="124" /&gt; 6.2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Body:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/greblubar.gif" width="136" /&gt; 6.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Spirit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/purbar.gif" width="184" /&gt; 9.2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Friends/Family:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" width="100" /&gt; 5&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelbar.gif" width="76" /&gt; 3.8&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffffcc; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 85px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;Finance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: medium none; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; FONT: bold 12px sans-serif; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; WIDTH: 240px; COLOR: #000000; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; VERTICAL-ALIGN: middle; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" height="12" src="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/img/yelgrebar.gif" width="104" /&gt; 5.2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #333333 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; BACKGROUND: #ffeedd; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px; FONT: bold 14px sans-serif; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none; TEXT-ALIGN: center" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #0000ff" href="http://www.monkeyquiz.com/life/rate_my_life.html"&gt;Take the Rate My Life Quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Apparently, that's my life... a very spiritual person... ... what the heck... its just for some entertainment in my life... haha *sarcasm*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115163841206249387?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115163841206249387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115163841206249387' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115163841206249387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115163841206249387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-rating.html' title='my rating'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115163470377749616</id><published>2006-06-29T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:37:50.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tawagin mo kong kaibigan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sa isang saglit lamang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaari mo bang kalimutang mahal kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwede ba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang maikling saglit lang ang aking hinihinging pabor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maari bang kalimutan mo nang lahat ang aking mga sinabi tungkol sa aking nararamdaman para sayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masyadong nagiging komplikado eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayaan mo naman sana ako maging kaibigan mo... isang malapit na kaibigan... kung hindi mo kayang ibalik ang pagmamahal ko sayo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwede ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Buhay nga naman o... napakahirap... lalo na pag nagmamahal... Kaasar kasi... Alam ko namang wala akong pag-asa... as in totally wala... PERO eto't umaasa---nagpapakabaliw, nagpapakahilo na balang araw e makita niya ako na andito lang palagi--palagi para sa kanya---&lt;em&gt;BILANG KAIBIGAN! &lt;/em&gt;Malay ba natin diba? Sa future, who knows, if the one he'll end up with is me... naks... pero as of now... I know that I am still nothing to him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Although sabi niya--"...Hindi ka basura...kaibigan kita... Naappreciate ko lahat ng mga nagagawa mo para sakin..".. Diba? pero as the saying goes, &lt;em&gt;"action speaks louder than words"..&lt;/em&gt; hindi ko nafeefeel ung pagiging kaibigan ko sa kanya... Oo nga't ako ang lumalayo dahil naiilang ako... pero ako na rin mismo nakakaramdam na &lt;em&gt;ILANG siya sakin... magkailangan na nga!! BAHALA NA SA FUTURE!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Pero kung kakalimutan niya lang iyon ng isang sandali...At ako, na kahit papano'y nakaka-move-on na sa aking buhay.. at totally na tanggap na wala na siya talaga...(though, There's still the slightest, very little hope in the future!!)am willing to be a FRIEND... some bestfriend...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sana lang...:(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115163470377749616?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115163470377749616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115163470377749616' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115163470377749616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115163470377749616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/06/tawagin-mo-kong-kaibigan.html' title='tawagin mo kong kaibigan'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115131005633676219</id><published>2006-06-26T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:28:32.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahal, kaya mo pa ba? (FILDLAR#2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sisimulan ko ang aking blog entry na ito sa isang liriko ng kanta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para Sa Masa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ito ay para sa mga masa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa lahat ng nawalan ng pag-asa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa lahat ng ng aming nakasama&lt;br /&gt;sa lahat ng hirap at pagdurusa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;naaalala nito pa ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;binigyan namin kayo ng ligaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ilang taon na ring lumipas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mga kulay ng mundo ay kumupas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;marami na rin ang mga pagbabago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;di maiiwasan pagkat tayo ay tao lamang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;mapapatawad mo ba ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;kung hindi ko sinunod ang gusto mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;la la la la la la la la. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;pinilit kong iahon ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ngunit ayaw mo namang umama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ito ay para sa mga masa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa lahat ng binaon ng sistema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa lahat ng aming nakabarkada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa lahat ng mahilig sa labsong at drama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa lahat ng di marunong bumasa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa lahat ng may problema sa skwela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa lahat ng fans ni sharon cuneta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa lahat ng may problema sa pera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sa lahat ng masahuwag mong hayaang ganito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;bigyan ang sarili ng respeto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bakit ko nga ba ito na-ipost? Mababaw at Sensitibo man kung ako'y inyong huhusgahan...napaiyak ako ng kantang ito nang una ko itong marinig sa radyo... Bakit? aba, ewan basta tungkol sa ating bansa--sa mga problemang kinahaharap nito ngayon, sa mga hirap na dinaranas niya, at sa kung ano pang mga hagupit na kanyang natatanggap--nasasaktan ako para sa kanya...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:100%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Araw-araw napakarami niyang kinakaharap na problema! Na minsa'y naiisip ko kung siya'y buhay lamang, ay marahil pagod na pagod na siya sa araw-araw na walang pagbabago. Hindi ko kaya nang magsalita, o magsulat, kung kaya't sa tula ko na lang idinaan ang aking mga hinanakit, saloobin tungkol sa ideyang iyan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mahal, kaya mo pa ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mga paratang na ibinintang sa iyo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mga parusang iginawad sa iyo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mahal, kaya mo pa ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mga hirap na iyong dinanas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pinilit kong humanap ng lunas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mahal, kaya mo pa ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mahirap na kalagayan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iyong naranasan,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mahal, kaya mo pa ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Iiyak mo na lamang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung wala ng paraan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O aking Mahal, kaya mo pa ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pilit kitang inililigtas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ngunit para sa kanila'y wala raw ito sa landas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ako'y nag-iisa lamang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;At wala pang kapangyarihan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Patawarin mo ako, mahal kong Pilipinas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung ika'y hindi ko mailigtas....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span 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(FILDLAR#2)'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115130904714038230</id><published>2006-06-26T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T02:25:29.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinagpasapasahang Responsabilidad (FILDLAR#1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;"Ang Kabataan ang pag-asa ng Bayan",&lt;/span&gt; ayon sa ating pambansang bayaning si Dr. Jose Rizal. Sino nga bang hindi pa nakakarinig ng mga katagang iyon? Malamang tayong lahat. Musmos pa lamang tayo, iminulat na sa atin ang mga katagang iyan--mapa sa eskwelahan, sa telebisyon, sa pahayagan at mismo sa ating mga magulang at kaanak. Maraming sumasang-ayon sa pahayag ni Rizal na yan, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;ngunit sa ilang panahon at henerasyon na ang nakalipas, aakma pa ba sa atin ang pahayag na iyan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba! Ewan ko na lang ha.. Kailan pa ba sinabi ni Rizal ang mga pahayag na iyon? Aba! Eh hindi ba't sobrang tagal na?! Hindi ko na nga maalala ang eksaktong petsa eh, at pusta ko, hindi rin matandaan ng ating mga magulang o mga lolo't lola. Basta, alam nilang ang nagsabi noon si Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakairita nga lang isipin na sa sobrang tagal na ng sinabi ni Rizal, wala paring tunay na nakakaintindi nito. Ewan ko sa inyo, pero hindi ba kayo nagtataka na &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sa tagal nang patay si Ri&lt;/strong&gt;zal &lt;/span&gt;eh buhay pa ang mga ninuno natin (alam na nila ang mga katagang ito), ni hindi man lamang sila kumilos at maging "totoong" PAG-ASA ng bayan. Sa aking palagay kasi, lolo't lola ko at lolo't lola mo eh mga teenagers pa noong mga panahong iyon, o kahit pa siguro lolo ng lolo ng lolo ko... Ah ewan.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tila kasi pinalipas lamang nila ang oras ng kanilang kabataan gayung alam naman nilang "SILA" ang pag-asa ng bayan!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tila walang katapusang pinapasa lamang nila ang kanilang "responsibilidad" sa mga susunod na henerasyon sa kanila.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;TAMA ba o TAMA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kayo na bahalang sumagot, sinabi ko lamang ang aking punto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na kasing kumikilos eh, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lahat ay tipong ipinapasa ang naturang "responsibilidad" sa mga anak ng anak ng anak.... sa susunod na henerasyon, gayung mga naging KABATAAN din naman sila.. at hindi rin nila ito nagampanan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala paring tunay na nakakaintindi at isinasakatuparan ang mga pahayag ng ating pambansang bayani. Kailan pa nga ba magkakaroon ng pag-asa ang ating bayan kung ilang henerasyon na ang nakalipas at lalu pang lumalala ang sitwasyon ng ating bansa?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115130904714038230?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115130904714038230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115130904714038230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115130904714038230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115130904714038230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/06/pinagpasapasahang-responsabilidad.html' title='Pinagpasapasahang Responsabilidad (FILDLAR#1)'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115077689559968701</id><published>2006-06-19T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T21:14:55.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's this girl?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/1600/KaTiE%20LeUnG-MY%20kaKaMbAL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/320/KaTiE%20LeUnG-MY%20kaKaMbAL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a question for you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who is this girl calling on her fone and holding a plastic bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Comment me on this one!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115077689559968701?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115077689559968701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115077689559968701' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115077689559968701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115077689559968701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/06/whos-this-girl.html' title='Who&apos;s this girl?'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-115017783509699416</id><published>2006-06-12T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T22:50:35.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frequently Asked Questions</title><content type='html'>As a toddler, I wondered so many things.&lt;br /&gt;I asked so many questions--like "bakit may lumalabas na hangin sa tabo pag nilulubog mo sa timba?" or "bakit parang invisible ung daliri ko pag tinapat ko ito sa isa kong mata?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, objective questions, of which I gradually learned how to answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, as I grow older and become deep...&lt;br /&gt;I often ask myself "why some people are just plain numb?!" or "why is there a need to lie?" or "Why do some people just don't get 'IT'?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Paano mo tutulungan ang isang taong, ayaw naman tulungan ang sarili niya?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, just like the saying, "Paano mo hahanapin ang taong ayaw naman magpahanap sayo?"... But it just strucked my mind i don't know just three days ago or maybe two thinking about my "serious", "matter-of-life-and-death" situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pano kung isang miyembro ng pamilya niyo e onti na lang ang nalalabing panahon sa mundo? (Believe me, it's really hard for me to write this, but I gotta let it out somehow...) Tapos ung taong iyon, imbes na gumawa ng paraan upang gumaling, e tila tinatanggap na lang ang problemang dumating--meaning, walang ginagawa...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, I've been praying so hard... really, really hard... I go to the chapel once I arrive in school just to pray... and sometimes, I wonder, "will God answer my prayers, if that person isn't doing anything?"... I know its bad to doubt God...but I'm not doubting--I'm wondering...Because I know that what God wants for us is to be happy and taking that very special person from me will of course make me "miserable" I know....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, pray for my Dad...I just love him soooo much....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-115017783509699416?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/115017783509699416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=115017783509699416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115017783509699416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/115017783509699416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/06/frequently-asked-questions.html' title='Frequently Asked Questions'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114982564030292049</id><published>2006-06-08T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:00:40.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>beneath the surface.</title><content type='html'>Deep thoughts rummaged in my head...&lt;br /&gt;The What ifs? &lt;br /&gt;The What will happen next?&lt;br /&gt;The How will it affect me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crap... it affects me darn so much right now that I cry almost everyday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do I cry that much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that this shitty life I'm living right now, i wish, was all a dream... But heck, I'm a down-to-reality kind of person and i really am feeling LOW.. dammet! yes that LOW!!!..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beneath the surface even!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I'm officially dead!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole thing--this,this problem--should I even call it a problem?! What the #*(%j, well, whatever it is, it is pure bull!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i don't deserve this... we all don't deserve this kind of shit!! And to think that I've been helping others find their way, I can't even help myself to face this whatever the heck it is called..!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wish that all of "it"--and I mean all of "it" are just some crazy test GOD wants us to take... And I'm sure that whatever test it is, I'm sure that we'll pass that and that GOD won't take someone or something very important and special to me... and my family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114982564030292049?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114982564030292049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114982564030292049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114982564030292049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114982564030292049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/06/beneath-surface.html' title='beneath the surface.'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114957234280653356</id><published>2006-06-05T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:39:02.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CLUEs:...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;to sino na ang aking crush!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;S W I T Z E R L A N D!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;wala yan pa lang ung naiisip kong clue... pag binigay ko na ung iba, kilala niyo na eh... tsaka hmm... basta once you get the logic of my clues---ul know who he is na....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114957234280653356?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114957234280653356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114957234280653356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114957234280653356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114957234280653356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/06/clues.html' title='CLUEs:...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114957191000456834</id><published>2006-06-05T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T22:32:56.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Coming.... Yuchee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;My &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;first time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;exhilirating&lt;/strong&gt; experience&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;adrenaline&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What does this add up to?:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;1. instant 3 in 1 coffee bought at the Miguel Canteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;2. Chicken Tenders with French Dressing bought at the SPS Canteen for LUNCH and DINNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;3. red iced tea (tastes like apple iced tea..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;4. and mentos???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;the answer is obvious--those first two are already a bad combination for the TUMMY!! oh mah GOD!!.. I bought number 1 during my class in BIOARTS and just hid it from my PROF.--miss Go. then we had an hour break or so... automatically, the panimal's feet brought us to SPS canteen where we all--except ariane--bought chicken tenders with french dressing and red iced tea...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;mah goodness! during PHILPER--which is just a while ago... my tummy began to rumble!! tsktsktsk... I was sweating and fidgeting and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:#$!@%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;#$!@%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;#!! just when I couldn't take it anymore, I went out straight to YUCHENGCO BUILDING!! where the comfort rooms have vdei?! whatever the spelling is!! and let all my frustrations free!! I released them.. well, not all... but whew!! was the first time great!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what an exhilirating experience!! the adrenaline!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even with the pain and the rush of blood thru my veins...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (ano toh kanta?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;it's really worth it.!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114957191000456834?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114957191000456834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114957191000456834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114957191000456834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114957191000456834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-coming-yuchee.html' title='I&apos;m Coming.... Yuchee!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114907721464870721</id><published>2006-05-31T04:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T19:50:13.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 C's : Childish, Cute, Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Childish, Cute, Crush....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you relate all three....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. *thinking*connecting*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last May 27 up to May 28 was the Kids For Christ (Kids Camp) where the "we", the YFC people are in charge!! haha... The theme for Kids Camp has always been "military" and unfortunately for me, I didn't know that until that fateful day...So, the required clothing for the whole first day was "drill C" (white shirt and jeans and rubber shoes!) I was wearing a mini skirt and I wasn't able to bring any pants! (except for jogging pants--my pantulog) because I was wearing all my pants to school and "naubusan nako ng pantalon!"... hehe fortunately for me I was wearing my white shirt so I kinda blend-in to the crowd...(that's my special talent--blending-in! hehe ask the party animals and the other YFC members for that)... Then again, I wasn't the only "pasaway" in the YFC... hehe... Khel also was pasaway--with the "black" shirt and the "capri' maong pants... haha I was so happy I'm not alone!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Call time was 5:30am in front of MIP church... and I already came at about 6 and still, no YOUTH was in sight!! after some minutes, JUNIUS (Garfield--our mascot in the youth camp) arrived and soon after came Karen, Ro-anne, Bern, Lloyd, Anna, Ian, Ejhai and the other Chapter A's I didn't mention!... Take note, I was the only "B" until Khel came at about past 7... tsk tsk... talk about chapter Head!! *sarcastic*!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Venue was some Resort in Tanauan, Batangas... and Darn it... Seeing the venue--the pools rather, made me wanna go jump in the pool...BUT of course I didn't.. I assist the children on what they're going to do... and also "bantayan" my makulit na bro... There were activities for the kids (I didn't expect this!)--games like the obstacle where a lot has happened--crying children, "nahubaran", stuck in the wheel... argh... we also had nga pala, PLATOONS 1-4.. Lloyd, Dosia and I were in charge of Platoon 1... and we didn't win 1st in all games... argh si LLOYD kasi!!! in my platoon was my brother--KARLO... and Jang- Geum hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;So, back to my question... How do you relate Childish, Cute and Crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, during that Kids Camp, I was really childish... hehe hanging out with those children without of course forgetting my responsibility... and CUTE... we were all CUTE! naks.. hehe no.. children playing games, singing songs, cooperating and following us--their colonels, generals, and radio people... haha!!! and the CRUSH?! meron nakong crush sa YFC...basta bait, gwafu, approachable, and loves god.. !! nyek, eh lahat ata dun feeling gwafu.. pero approachable naman at mahal si GOD.. basta bahala na lang sila/kayo manghula kung sino dun... I won't say anything about him--his CHAPTER, kung gano na katagal or what... isa itong handsome young lad.. wahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114907721464870721?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114907721464870721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114907721464870721' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114907721464870721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114907721464870721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/05/3-cs-childish-cute-crush.html' title='3 C&apos;s : Childish, Cute, Crush'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114861303115958759</id><published>2006-05-25T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T20:11:45.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i must.. i must... I must lose the FATS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;First week of my being a sophomore at De La Salle University... whew! whataweek!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Well, first, I want to congratulate myself for not being a "FROSH" anymore who goes around the campus with the whole block!! haha I now roam around the school alone or with a friend or two...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting my classmates (btw, paolo valenciano--son of Gary v. is my classmate in BIOARTS!!) and my professors was very nerve-racking!!! But as I saw my "kakilalas" and the "blockmates" the fear of staying alone in a class was GONE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wonder how the ANOREXICS survive not eating all day... I mean, they must have eaten something or anything in order for them to have energy... takte, just 2 days ago, I haven't been eating anything for the whole day--no breakfast, no lunch, no dinner, no merienda--not even brunch... I just drank water and chew some gum/candy/lollipop... and I really felt kinda wuzzy... even just as now--as I'm typing I'm feeling kinda dizzy and wuzzy and sick! argh... But demmet, I really love the feeling of "gutom"... when you're stomach's growling asking for food and all... STUPID, I know, but I really don't want to eat because once I eat, I'll start growing "BIG" agen...and I don't wanna be "BIG" on my "BIG" day...(debut)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so many assignments and I have to watch a play later for LITERA1 and study my TALK for the KIDS CAMP tomorrow which will be held in BATANGAS... and I'll be handling the makukulit na kids including my ever-annoooying brother!!!grabe ewan ko, parang sobrang pagod na ako, and to think, it's only the 1st week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xet, xet, sobra na ito...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;siguro kakain ako, pero onti lang... maybe a sandwich or skyflakes... or magic flakes, or blu skies... la na talaga ako energy eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas every time I go home pa, I walk...PERO xempre nde namn from LASALLE... goodluck na lang kung ganon noh.. para na siguro akong pulubi or gusgusin by the time I get home... I get off the bus at STARMALL, and from Starmall I walk to BF-Philam Gate, then i ride a trike on the way home... haaay may 1 kilometer din iyon noh.. exercise ko na iyon sa buong linggo...GOOD LUCK NA LANG SAKIN!!.. haha nde pala ko makakapaglakad later, coz I'll be home mga 9-ish... dahil dun sa stage play "SHADOWS OF THE REEF"... kasam ko naman si Caresse at Loui, kaya okei lang.. whehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;sana mapagpatuloy ko ang "losing weight" na ito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114861303115958759?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114861303115958759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114861303115958759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114861303115958759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114861303115958759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-must-i-must-i-must-lose-fats.html' title='i must.. i must... I must lose the FATS!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114795113092633606</id><published>2006-05-18T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T04:18:50.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIST OF SONGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#9999ff;" &gt;eto ang isang kantang walang kamatayang kinakanta doon sa YOUTH CAMP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Now That You're Near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Refrain:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go&lt;br /&gt;I want to spend eternity with You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. I stand before you, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And give You all my praise&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all I need&lt;br /&gt; Jesus, You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;II. My Life belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;You gave Your life for me&lt;br /&gt;Your grace is all I need&lt;br /&gt; Jesus, You're all I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that You're near&lt;br /&gt;Everything is different&lt;br /&gt;Everything's so different, Lord&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm not the same&lt;br /&gt;My life you've changed&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with You&lt;br /&gt;I want to be with YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat I, II Refrain, Chorus 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bridge:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will sing for You always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cause in Your presence God is where I&lt;br /&gt;want to stay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Refrain and Chrous 2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#33ff33;" &gt;Of all the YFC songs or songs that we sing during YFC meetings and Youth Camp... This one's my favorite... It just pierce right through your mind and your heart...What we've all done wrong and yet He still loves as just as we are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"  &gt;&lt;strong style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Give My All&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Bless my life, take away&lt;br /&gt;the shame&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Allow me to experience your&lt;br /&gt;most amazing grace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fill my heart, it's empty&lt;br /&gt;and frail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Make me whole again Lord,&lt;br /&gt;mend my broken soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrain:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I offer my life to you&lt;br /&gt;Lord&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With all my strength I&lt;br /&gt;worship you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I give my all (take me&lt;br /&gt;as I am)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am yours oh God (lead me&lt;br /&gt;to your arms)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I give you praise ( I&lt;br /&gt;rejoice in You)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'till the end of my days I&lt;br /&gt;give my all...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;2. You gave your all unworthy&lt;br /&gt;as I am&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have died for me Lord&lt;br /&gt;and now I am free&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're the only reason why&lt;br /&gt;my heart leaps for joy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give you back the&lt;br /&gt;glory&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord mold me and use&lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chorus 2x...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="styleDocument: [object]"&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="styleDocument: [object];color:#ffff99;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;By Your Side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;1. Oh dear God we ask for your&lt;br /&gt;favor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Come and sweep through thsi place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh we desire You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I just want to be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Be where you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Dwell in your presence oh God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh I want to walk with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And I will climb this mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And I'll step off the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;And I have chosen to follow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;To be by your side Forevermore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;2. Tell me what you want me to do Lord&lt;br /&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Tell me what you want for my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;It's yours oh God it's yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Do your will have your way be Lord God in&lt;br /&gt;this place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="styleDocument: [object]" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Oh I want your will to be done....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114795113092633606?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114795113092633606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114795113092633606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114795113092633606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114795113092633606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/05/list-of-songs.html' title='LIST OF SONGS'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114783462782250940</id><published>2006-05-16T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T19:57:07.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wehh... di nga?!</title><content type='html'>youth camp namin diba nung 13 to 14...? and fortunately for me pumunta dun yung bes ko at si buchick aka. AWHIE... well, i'm so proud to say that she finally received GOD fully.... ewan ko sa dami na ng mga ginawang kalokohan noon at kagaguhan sa buhay sana by this time, she'll be fully committed to GOD... and some distance from her overly-possessive BOYFRIEND--ERIk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobrang saya nung youth camp... kakainggit kasi nung youth camp ko last year, hindi naman kami close ng mga service team and others, pero this youth camp, pwamis, nabago ko ata ang daloy ng youth camp... well, at least diba? mas happy and close talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, well, well,.... watcanisay to MON, JONG, RAQUEL, AVIC, CAMILLE, ATE RINA JOY, ATE MEAGAN, cnu pa ba? LIZA, LA1 and 2 hehe... basta lahat ng service team, may makalimutan man ako... SALAMAT.... xmpre, kakalimutan ko pa ba sina Tito at tita... tito tony and tita penny salamat!!, tito gilbert and tita rose salamat, xempre sa buong familia ni JONG... hehe yaman kasi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114783462782250940?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114783462782250940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114783462782250940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114783462782250940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114783462782250940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/05/wehh-di-nga.html' title='wehh... di nga?!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114741371892265248</id><published>2006-05-11T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T23:01:58.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retainers, Polaris and YOUTH CAMP...</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RETAINERS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Finally, pagkatapos ng mahabang lakbayin buwan-buwan pumunta lang ng dentista, hindi na ko babalik pa kailan man... well, siguro pag onting adjustments sa retainers or whatsoever...!!! I dunno what date, but last week, me and my dad, just commuted (note: sayang sa diesel, kung van ung gagamitin!!!) from Laspinas to Mandaluyong... take note, BUS RIDE... isang bus ride, kung saan pag ka haba-haba ng traffic!!! umalis kami mga 10am dumating kame sa Mandaluyong (SHAW!) ng 12:30! takteng traffic talaga yan...so since we arrived past lunchtime, naglunch muna kami ni daddy ko... then straight to the dental clinic! EH natiyempuhang WALA DON SI DOKTORA!! SHET man!! kaya punta muna kami dun sa may nagbebenta ng multicab!... then, balik na ke doktora... and poof! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;WALA NA KONG BRACES!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;tapos non, sinukatan na ko ulet para sa retainers ko... and kinabukasan ng hapon, ko iyon makukuha..and so we returned! and got my retainers.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ff99;"&gt;yehey! nde na namamaga ung mga gums ko!! yehey la ng pasakit sa buhay!! ay mali!!! meron pa!! akalain niyong mas masakit ang retainers kesa sa braces!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POLARIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;sarap mag-drive!! lalu na pag aircon!.. nagstart na ko mag-aral ng aking driving-driving nung may 8 pa... and gez wat?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;what?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vios ang ginagamit ko sa pagddrive ko!!... My dad just enrolled me in a 5-day course so that means, my lesson ended today... AND I SHOULD TELL YOU GUYS!! marunong na ko magdrive!!!! wahoo.. kanina I drove from URCI (Polaris Driving School), then to BF TIMES, to MOONWALK, to CAVITE...and DAANG-hari, then Alabang, BF Almanza, Pilar, and back to MOonwalk, BF-Casimiro and finally stopped at URCI...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#9999ff;"&gt;thanks to Mang Butch for teaching me, kahit na namamatay ung makina sa daan....hihi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;YOUTH CAMP!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;SOUTH C-10-B will be having a YOUTH CAMP tomorrow at some school in CAVITE! and hey! I'm a facilitator there!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I invited my niece, BUCHICK and marj to join... and they said yes..!! haha... ang saya... sana lang madagdagan pa ang mga participants... and of course maging successful eto.. sus, sa daming meeting na ginawa namin noh, wish ko lang---wish ko lang talaga, successful toh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and with God's guidance and blessing, I know it will!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff6666;"&gt;and sana talaga, mabago ng youthcamp na ito ang mga participants na nag-iba ng daan papalayo kay papa GOD.bagkus, ay mapalapit pa ito ng lalu sa kanya...i'm pertaining to BUCHICK... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114741371892265248?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114741371892265248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114741371892265248' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114741371892265248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114741371892265248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/05/retainers-polaris-and-youth-camp.html' title='Retainers, Polaris and YOUTH CAMP...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114664810565133967</id><published>2006-05-03T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T02:21:45.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>biofuel... damn i'm famous na!!</title><content type='html'>I have an exciting yet pressuring weeks ahead of me! Actually, this week's already stressful!! Arghh... Yesterday, I went to a *meeting* for our upcoming YOUTH CAMP on May 13 and 14 (everybody who's willing to join, just contact me and I'll give further details!!!)! haha And I already have 1 participant! am still gonna pressure my cousin, Ate Baby to convince Buchick and/or Aivy for joining the youth camp... I mean, hell, it's a LIFE-CHANGING course.... oh and heck... I don't have anything to talk about pa!! xet naman o...sharer pa naman ako... ... argh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takte.. bukas, nagbago lahat ng plano... na-quota kasi ako kanina sa LTO, kaya pinapabalik ako bukas ng 12:15 sa driving school... hmmm e dapat pupunta ko ng dentista.. tapos non, punta na kina ariane... argh... dami dami dami... argh.. mamomove na naman ang appointment ko sa dentista..e kelangan na tong tanggalin... demmet!! xitmen!!.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wahoo... ung article ko makikita na sa univ. of maryland.. wateber school sa us.. ahahaha... I'm sikat na as eber!! wahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114664810565133967?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114664810565133967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114664810565133967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114664810565133967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114664810565133967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/05/biofuel-damn-im-famous-na.html' title='biofuel... damn i&apos;m famous na!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114615319874375875</id><published>2006-04-27T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:53:18.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/1600/angelkohnatutulog4xu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/320/angelkohnatutulog4xu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;la lang.. trip ko lang ilagay... mahal ko kasi eh... so sad nga lang, me mahal nga lang iba....&lt;br /&gt;*cry*weep*go insane*cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;gwafu nia noh?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;oo sobra... bait pa nia... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;kung pwede lang niya ko mahalin, dun niya lang malalaman kung gaano ko parin siya kamahal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;*tsktsktsk*... luvusomuch u just don't know howmuch...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ON THE TWENTIETH...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw your face on the twentieth&lt;br /&gt;And knew you're the one I'll never forget&lt;br /&gt;You've been the one I've dreamed about&lt;br /&gt;You and me together above the clouds...&lt;br /&gt;You made my dreams come true (somehow)&lt;br /&gt;The signs proved it was really you!&lt;br /&gt;But slowly you are running away&lt;br /&gt;With someone whom I dare not say&lt;br /&gt; You broke my heart, still, on the twentieth&lt;br /&gt;And what happened, I thought I'll never accept&lt;br /&gt;Time passes by, the pain's "quite" gone,&lt;br /&gt;But there's something I ought to tell,&lt;br /&gt;Now that I'm moving on...&lt;br /&gt; I accepted it now,&lt;br /&gt;I learned to let go&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I still Love you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114615319874375875?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114615319874375875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114615319874375875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114615319874375875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114615319874375875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/04/la-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114615105999721223</id><published>2006-04-27T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T08:17:40.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>summer blues...or frustrations..</title><content type='html'>argh.. takte.. matatapos na ang summer di pa ko handa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;handa sa mga dapat paghandaan tulad ng aking DEBUT.. Yes, magdedebut ako.. I finally changed my mind about not having a debut.. Eh in the first place, kaya ayaw ko magdebut noon kasi ayoko ng pormal ung tipong gowns-gowns, tas mga naka-tie ung mga kaklase tas puro ako nakaupo sa isang magarbong upuan--nag-iisa, walang kausap, walang kasama... aba, ewan yoko talaga ng ganon... si marj xa me gusto pero ako... "I DOn'T Think so...!!".. ang "BOOOORRRRIIINGG!!"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yoko lang kasi ng ganon.. parang ganon na lang palagi... corny para sakin... kaya nag-isip ako ng mga themes... yoko ng luau... marami nang ganon, yoko ng medieval--katulad ng sa debut ni Nadine Samonte--ang baduy... sobrang boring non... parang andun ka sa kastilyo... lalalala.. wateber... nagsasayaw sa mga fiddler na mukang ewan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero ang napili kong theme ay 80's!! ung bang panahon nila Aga Muhlack, William Martinez, Herbert Bautista.. BAGETS, Madonna, Boy George, The Cure, DuranDuran, Bananarama... panahong uso ang chuck teylor, ang fishnets, leggings, foot loose, crimped hair, ribbons, baston, atbp..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, una kong napili ang 20's kaya lang natatakot ako sa mga taong baka hindi na sila pumunta dahil wala silang mapiling kasuotan.. mga tanga.. oo.. ganon ung mga dati kong kaklase eh.. mga namomroblema e kaya namang iresolba... tsktsktsk.. Kaya eto mas pinili ko na lang itong 1980's kasi atleast, kahit papano, may clue sila kung ano ang susuotin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako, akin na ung damit ni MADONNA at CYNDI LAUPER!! hahahahah... motif ko nga pla pink and black... CYNDI LAUPER na CYNDI LAUPER eh.. wahahahah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tas cotillion ko? THRILLER ni Michael Jackson ung isasayaw... ahahahah ang saya oh diba ang exciting?! Tas ung set-up nung venue garden na maraming christmas lights, may disco ball sa gitna, at may parang strobe lights.. para mas masaya pag sayawan na..!! wahaha ang saya...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun nga lang ala pa kong venue.. eh un ung pinakaimportanteng parte ng debut ko!! tsaka ung video coverage? ewan bahala na un.. venue muna!! tsaka damit!! para makapagpagawa na bago pa ang pasukan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shet shet shet... takteng pressure neto.. magaaral pa ko ng driving sa may 8... hahah excited lang.. tagal ko na gusto matuto eh.. kaya lang di binibigyan ng pagkakataon... kasi sa mga extreme na nangyari sakin.. whahaha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114615105999721223?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114615105999721223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114615105999721223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114615105999721223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114615105999721223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/04/summer-bluesor-frustrations.html' title='summer blues...or frustrations..'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114614633467245123</id><published>2006-04-27T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T00:53:11.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pinagpapasahang Responsabilidad</title><content type='html'>"Ang Kabataan ang pag-asa ng Bayan", ayon sa ating pambansang bayaning si Dr. Jose Rizal. Sino nga bang hindi pa nakakarinig ng mga katagang iyon? Malamang tayong lahat. Musmos pa lamang tayo, iminulat na sa atin ang mga katagang iyan--mapa sa eskwelahan, sa telebisyon, sa pahayagan at mismo sa ating mga magulang at kaanak. Maraming sumasang-ayon sa pahayag ni Rizal na yan, ngunit sa ilang panahon at henerasyon na ang nakalipas, aakma pa ba sa atin ang pahayag na iyan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aba! Ewan ko na lang ha.. Kailan pa ba sinabi ni Rizal ang mga pahayag na iyon? Aba! Eh hindi ba't sobrang tagal na?! Hindi ko na nga maalala ang eksaktong petsa eh, at pusta ko, hindi rin matandaan ng ating mga magulang o mga lolo't lola. Basta, alam nilang ang nagsabi noon si Rizal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakairita nga lang isipin na sa sobrang tagal na ng sinabi ni Rizal, wala paring tunay na nakakaintindi nito. Ewan ko sa inyo, pero hindi ba kayo nagtataka na sa tagal nang patay si Rizal eh buhay pa ang mga ninuno natin (alam na nila ang mga katagang ito), ni hindi man lamang sila kumilos at maging "totoong" PAG-ASA ng bayan. Sa aking palagay kasi, lolo't lola ko at lolo't lola mo eh mga teenagers pa noong mga panahong iyon, o kahit pa siguro lolo ng lolo ng lolo ko... Ah ewan.. Tila kasi pinalipas lamang nila ang oras ng kanilang kabataan gayung alam naman nilang "SILA" ang pag-asa ng bayan! Tila walang katapusang pinapasa lamang nila ang kanilang "responsibilidad" sa mga susunod na henerasyon sa kanila. TAMA ba o TAMA? Kayo na bahalang sumagot, sinabi ko lamang ang aking punto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na kasing kumikilos eh, lahat ay tipong ipinapasa ang naturang "responsibilidad" sa mga anak ng anak ng anak.... sa susunod na henerasyon, gayung mga naging KABATAAN din naman sila.. at hindi rin nila ito nagampanan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala paring tunay na nakakaintindi at isinasakatuparan ang mga pahayag ng ating pambansang bayani. Kailan pa nga ba magkakaroon ng pag-asa ang ating bayan kung ilang henerasyon na ang nakalipas at lalu pang lumalala ang sitwasyon ng ating bansa?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114614633467245123?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114614633467245123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114614633467245123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114614633467245123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114614633467245123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/04/pinagpapasahang-responsabilidad.html' title='Pinagpapasahang Responsabilidad'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114543072938157306</id><published>2006-04-18T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T07:17:32.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLiDe and SPLASH!</title><content type='html'>This post is super delayed.... again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My "TROPA" including myself! and Carelle, Khat, Edgar, Rex and Dann went to SPLASH ISLAND last APRIL 7... I know, I know, This is super-delayed... I just want to post the picture I made as a GIFT for emkhey's 18th birthday...(SPLASH ISLAND and FOOD was their blow-out)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;APRIL 6&lt;br /&gt;I met Marj at GYMX for my supposed-to-be first day of work-out... BUT UNFORTUNATELY for me, "Kuya Tong"--the gym instructor--wasn't there.. and so I WAS SUPER BAD TRIP... Later that day... Marj and I decided to hit SM SouthMall to make the birthday card for emkhey... We went NET-SURFING, looking for pictures of miss piggy and mk, and cropping and copying and pasting using the PAINT program...(THERE"S NO PHOTOSHOP available...)... Next, we went inside National Bookstore and find some Cartolina we could use for the card... After that, straight to Marj's Pad to make the BIRTHDAY CARD that would make EMKHEY's MOUTH "WOOOOOOAAAAAAAh,....." and "LANG'ya kayo!!! Tangina niyo.. ghehehe THANK YOU!!!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;APRIL 7&lt;br /&gt;Woke-up early. We were supposed to meet in 7-eleven Casimiro at exactly 7:30 and I was out of the house at that time.. I THOUGHT I WAS SOOO LATE.... But then, as I arrived, I only saw Khat, Marj and Edgar... I brought the card and showed it to Edgar and Khat and Marj (again)... and they were with awe... hahaha... Nothing much happened after,, there were waiting and waitign and waiting... then MK arrived... I didn't show yet the card, but I showed her the card I made for eckah with The poem I wrote whole-heartedly in it. ONly, then, I showed her the card... hahahahahahaha The picture blew her away... hahaahah THE SMILE ON HER FACE WAS PRICELESS..... ahhahahahhaah*laughs*laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the picture...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/1600/emkhey"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px" height="374" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/400/emkhey%27s%20birthday.jpg" width="482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;blew her away...hahahaha... I couldn't resist to post this... This is way too good...!!! It's just the face of mk--its color's not even with the picture... aaaargh, that's why photoshop is so darn important!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114543072938157306?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114543072938157306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114543072938157306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114543072938157306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114543072938157306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/04/slide-and-splash.html' title='SLiDe and SPLASH!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114412661612434497</id><published>2006-04-03T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T00:28:00.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;okay.. so here's how it went last Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I called emkhey at 9am.. and I was told that she was still fast asleep... haaayy emkhey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Emkhey called me back at 10:30 saying how she was sorry for not waking up and meeting me at my pad at exactly 10am.. how she was so angry at the alarm clock for not ringing... "OKAY, OKAY, I GET IT!! ENOUGH WITH THE EXCUSES... what can I expect? IT IS STILL YOU!!! and the excuses... and I miss that! haha" THOUGHT TO MYSELF: kakamiss talaga ito nung highschool days.. na hintayan kami.. haha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;emkhey arrived at my pad at about 12:30, or so.. whatever... and then WE ate lunch (pashy-shy pa tong si emkhey eh.. di naman effective!!) and I did the dishes, then it's off to ZAPOTE for the roses....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;2pm.. we took off... 2:30 we arrived at Zapote.. and after arriving, we went straight to the FLOWER SHOP... and I tried to haggle the price and got it at 170pesos for two dozens of BLUE-DYED roses.. ooohh.. and i also owe emkhey 15pesos for the roses... nyaknyaknyaknyak!! ate "Liezel" (that was her name) told us that we have to wait at least for an hour for the roses to be blue... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;so at 2:45, we went to SM and bought mArj a card... and also,,,, help emkhey find some "clothing.." for her celebration the next day...3:30 and we're still in SM... and I was convincing MK to hurry up coz we gotta get goin!!! or else WE WILL BE LATE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;after 10 minutes I finally convinced her...WAHOO... I was really in a hurry that time cuz, the 4-francis boys were already texting me, what will they be wearing? and where exactly will we meet?!! and yet i'm not dressed and the roses are still in ZAPOTE waiting to be purchased and waaaaaahhh.. STRESS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we arrived 15minutes past 4 in the afternoon in Zapote and so many things happened there--the roses were still white except that there are blue spots in the petals... and for the roses to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the roses still need to be dipped  in they &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BLUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; dye!!! and we still have to buy a small pitcher for us to bring/carry the roses....               &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND THE SEARCH FOR THE AFFORDABLE PITCHER STARTS NOW!!! since the flower shop is located near the public market, we searched all kinds of stores and general merchandise shops for a very affordable pitcher.. and YES!@  last! we found one..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I haggled and I haggled until the price for the pitcher went down form a 45 to a 30!! YES!!  we told ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Back at the flower shop, ate "liesel", put the dipped-in-blue-dye roses into the pitcher for us to carry...whew!! And then, we went home,...at my pad..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;we arrived at past 5pm and to think I was meeting the boys in 7 eleven at 5:30... tsktsktsk... Letze... naman talaga.. BILIS*BILIS* Argh.. Late na ko... aus dito, aus jan.. take a bath, then fix the hair, fix the roses, fix the gift, contact the boys, dress-up do the make-up.............. aaaa.ajfaiuraiorua8uioaui*(#%^Q%$$)@#(!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I met with the boys in 7eleven at 6:30 and they were furius I tell you but not until i showed them the roses.. and they were &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;AMAZED!!!&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt; (AMAZING, I thought to myself!!)... waahaha I also forgot to cut the stem of the roses, so I went inside and cut it all by myself... (AMAZING, I thought to myself*with sarcasm!!*)... Then gave the boys each a rose to give to marj...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The party that night seemed so hyper.. as I was the emcee for the 18 roses and darn it! was I so HYPER!! ... all in all.. it was a tiring day yet a happy night... for all of us.... Once that videoke microphone was free, it was time for me to sing.. hahahahahawahahaha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114412661612434497?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114412661612434497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114412661612434497' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114412661612434497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114412661612434497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/04/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114362040503037356</id><published>2006-03-28T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T07:56:04.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate post..letter whatever you call this..</title><content type='html'>Letter of Regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've had feelings for me. I know that you liked me. I know that you know we could have had something special...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you were'nt true to your feelings and so I grew tired of waiting for you. For a year or so, I kept on waiting for something to be said and acted out, but nothing happened. And so, I grew tired of waiting for you. I know there was something inside you, telling you that I "could" be the one, but you weren't so sure of your feelings. ANd so, you shoved me away, afraid of what you'd feel for me. And, that hurt by the way--but I didn't cry. I did not cry at all. I guess, I've been so hurt before that I became immune to crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I had a feeling of what you felt for me. I got a sense of what your feelings were for me, it was just that you were in constant denial. You weren't honest to yourself, so to speak. You act as though you were really interested in me, but when it was my turn to show my interest to you, you shoved me away. I don't understand you. You kept telling me you have a girlfriend---shoving me away... But you kept on texting me, sending me messages that tell you care for me and love me... That, made it more confusing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how hard it was to wait for someone who's almost always unsure and is always in constant denial?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how hard it was to be left alone, after waiting and hoping for something to happen only to realize it was disaster in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you would understand me, for once, how I felt. It was hurt. You brought me pain. I thought, "Ah, maybe this is the one!", but then you left me hanging on to nothing--falling in love and crashing. It was not just the enraged hormones that made me write a hate post in my blog and mention your name and lambast you ---which I'm really sorry for-- but Those really were genuine feelings of hurt by a person, who I thought wouldn't hurt me (as far as I knew); and that person was you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, I gotta tell you... After writing that hate post--it was kind of a breath of fresh air... All those emotions of anger and the feeling of pain sort of went away. You could say, it was a relief. And at that moment, I knew I did the right thing. But part of me, said that it might hurt you--then I remembered all the things you did to me. The latter ruled the first one out. Anyway, now I'm really sorry for all that. I had to delete it and change it to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, somehow I wish you couldn't sleep at night because you are thinking of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wish you're miserable for all the guilt you have in hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I wasn't too forward with you (although, I really don't think I'm too forward at all), so you'd just ignore me for all that I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I hadn't gave you those poems as it made me seem so desperate and that would make you care for me just because you pity me. I don't need pity at all... I need honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These, I wish and think about at times, since I've been thinking and dreaming about the what-could-have-beens, if only you were honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact I remember the day you said you'd care for me; and the day we had the same favorite song. I was surprised that time since that same old song was the one I sang for the person who brought me so much pain. I did not expect it that the person who'll sing that to me, will eventually hurt me as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day you said that you'd take care of me, seemed to be the wish I made come true--getting over the guy who I have loved after all years. But, I guess it couldn't and wouldn't be since you were so stuck-up and was more concerned concealing and denying your feelings for me. &lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;kamil lyon tolentino..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wish that those feelings would stay the same, even after all these years. I also wish that you are honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Well, I've been thinking about you day and night. And I don't know if this&lt;br /&gt;will work out right. But somehow, I think that it just might... If we try."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;You left me waiting and hoping for something I thought I'd achieve. You&lt;br /&gt;walked away scared of what might be, leaving me alone, dreaming of you and&lt;br /&gt;me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt;You'll always be my baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114362040503037356?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114362040503037356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114362040503037356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114362040503037356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114362040503037356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/03/hate-postletter-whatever-you-call-this.html' title='hate post..letter whatever you call this..'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114360138561094955</id><published>2006-03-28T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T19:03:06.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>roses and a pig</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;i have this feeling that everybody except me will be surprised on April 1 and a few days after.. hahaha I don't know but I have this &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;devilish grin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my face all through the day!! hehehe 3:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Because, I am the only one who knows about everything!! hehehe!!! And it's very nerve-wracking for me to keep this from everyone!!! THAT'S WHY.... i'LL just post it all right here.,. my plans for the upcoming debuts of my dearest friends--&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;emkhey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;marj&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;First of all, one of my bestfriends, Marj, doesn't know that she'll be getting a rose each from the boys (that was my plan!). Marj's plan was not to tell the everybody that there will be &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18 roses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and a dance, so that the boys will be surprised when they hear their name called for a dance..(and guess what! I'm the emcee! hehehe). And the boys which I already contacted and had a deal with, still doesn't know about marj's plan!! All they know was that marj--not having her 18 roses--will be surprised!! hehe!! And to think, this all happened accidentally when marj suddenly decided that she'll be having her dances with her 18 roses, and yet she first told me that she'll only be having her 18 candles .. and I already had that deal with the boys!!.. wahaha, not until last night did I realized that I am the only one who knows about everything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Everything...including my plan for emkhey.. EmkheY only knows about my deal with the boys for marj's birthday because since the roses are expensive, I need someone to share the expenses with--and emkhey is that "someone"! She doesn't know Marj's plan with the 18 roses so she cannot buzz-out any information except "my deal" with the 18 roses. She also doesn't know that while we (mk and me) are planning this 18 roses for marj, we (marj and me) are  also planning something really "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;PIGGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" for her 18th birthday!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;all I can say is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sUrPriSe!!! sUrPriSe!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;...and all the while they thought they will be the one who'll be surprising the others!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how manipulative can I be!!!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114360138561094955?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114360138561094955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114360138561094955' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114360138561094955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114360138561094955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/03/roses-and-pig.html' title='roses and a pig'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114344976801350550</id><published>2006-03-27T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T00:56:08.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaaayyy.. juskupo!!!</title><content type='html'>waaahhh... ako'y sobrang kinakabahan!! iimbitahan ko si NIC david sa debut ni marj.. grabe.. dignidad ko na naman mawawala rito!!! pero okey lang.. para ke marj naman toh eh.. xge lang.. whew!! kabog*kabog*kabog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; grabe.. naguguluhan na ko ke marj.. sabi nia nung una ala xa 18 roses.. pero ngeon, meron na.. ah basta meron o wala, eto na lang gift ko sa kanya.. haaay.. kinakabahan na talaga ko... itutuloy ko nga pa ba?? dignidad ko mawawala talaga eh..haaayy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isa pang malaking kababuyan na problema.. birthday na ni babs sa weds!!.. nakunamanghirap neto!! balak ko sana cake na customized na me baboy pero muka nia ilalagay..hehe para complimentary diba.. joke.. 18th bertday nia na rin kasi.. si clarence din ung sunod sa birthday nia eh.. well, 17 pa lang naman un kaya madali na un!! nakanang!! seryoso talaga ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juskupo!! haaayy para sa tropa.. xge...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114344976801350550?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114344976801350550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114344976801350550' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114344976801350550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114344976801350550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/03/haaaayyy-juskupo.html' title='haaaayyy.. juskupo!!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114293359416982605</id><published>2006-03-21T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:33:14.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TYPE A KA KASI!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;FYI: ang TYPE A na madalas sabihin ng mga tao ay ang mga tipo ng taong madaling ma-stress! o kaya maxadong hyper o panicky pag naeencounter ang STRESS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;TYPE B ang kabaligtaran...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Anyway, sobrang STRESSED na talaga koh.. unang-una sa lahat, ang dami kong gagawin.. Knowing na WRITTEN TEST sa Taekwondo bukas, at d ko pa gets lahat ng mga forms!! Meron pang DEADLINE ng mga kailangan sa PORTFOLIO ng SCRAPBOOK para sa FILIPI1 bukas din.. haaaaayyy.. eh, hindi ko pa nagagawa ang INTRODUCTION ng aming OUTLINE, at ung sa BATAS.,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;MARY,,, UNG SA BATAS!! kailangan ko na ngayon!! gagawin ko na bukas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;grabe.. speaking of stress, gusto ko na sanang bumalik ng P L A R I D E L kapag napalitan na si current EIC (editor-in-chief) na si Ruby Simundac, ngayong papalitan na nga xa, mas malala pa ang pumalit sa kanya!!! SI GEMMIE CHOA?! whatever.. ung naka-away ni ATE JOYA at ako, dahil sa kuha-ng kuha ng recorder ng may recorder.. LETZE xa.. muntik ng hindi ma-publish ung article ko nun..!!! Kaya nde ko na lang alam kung babalik pa ko.. baka GMG na lang...scriptwriting u know..and things like that..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;ewan.. magmamajors pa man din..e balita ko puros kahirapan pag nagmamajors na.. AI BAHALA NA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;LETZENG STRESS KASI ITO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114293359416982605?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114293359416982605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114293359416982605' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114293359416982605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114293359416982605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/03/type-ka-kasi.html' title='TYPE A KA KASI!!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114293268061012158</id><published>2006-03-21T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T01:18:00.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>kUmAiN ka nA nMaN nG sALiTa..tsktsktsk..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hay naku.. ung tuluyang pag-iwas sa grupong iyon?!?!?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ngayon? nde na nangyayari.. pero ang paglili-lo sa kanila, tama..@ least kahit papano nakaramdam cla na basta.. well, if i know.. binabasa naman nila toh eh.. so need not say or bring up that issue anymore.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;basta lang ba, mabibigyan nila ko ng espasyo, every now and then... tulad nga ng nabanggit ko, ganoon talaga akong tao... AT TULAD NA NAMAN NG SABI NI MARJ... "kumain ka na naman ng salita..marcia".. hehehe.. mishu na talaga mga tropapeeps.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ewan ko ba.. mejo nakakaguilty, dahil alam ko nmang hindi silang lahat ang tinutukoy ko eh.. Pero dahil nga grupo iyon, parang nacoconsider as one na.. Basta tamaan na lang kung sino tamaan sa mga sinabi ko.. Alam niyo naman kung sino kayong mga tinukoy ko noon eh.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Salamat na rin kahit papano nakokonsider niyo parin ako bilang isang kaibigan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114293268061012158?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114293268061012158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114293268061012158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114293268061012158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114293268061012158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/03/kumain-ka-na-nman-ng-salitatsktsktsk.html' title='kUmAiN ka nA nMaN nG sALiTa..tsktsktsk..'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114249261297917335</id><published>2006-03-15T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T02:18:42.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST FOR FUN!!</title><content type='html'>Napagtripan ko lang patulan itong "chain mail na ito.." hehehe.. nakakatuwa kasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahit alam mong niloloko at inuuto mo ang sarili mo, papatulan mo pa rin.. Kasi naman,,, alam mo namang gusto mo ung mangyari, kahit sa panaginip lamang iyon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa kasi itong "LOVE STORY".. well, magtatanong ung site ng kung anu-ano--tulad ng pangalan ng opposite sex, adjective, noun at kung anu-ano pa.. hehe.. At mula doon sa mga sinagot mo, magkakaroon ka na ng sarili mong LOVE STORY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here goes my "LOVE STORY"&lt;br /&gt;(and yes, it includes JESTER --na naman if you must say..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Love Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cashier.keyinfo.com/process?template=NRChallenge&amp;site=nr&amp;amp;amp;acct_num=75002043&amp;random_number=918444650930&amp;amp;program_code=nr"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One comfy summer day at Salzburg, Austria you see the most angelic creature you have ever seen. Their name is Jester , and every move he makes just turns you on more and more. You nudge your best friend Marj and say, "Wow, that has to be the most sexiest body I have ever seen." Suddenly,he looks in your direction and starts&lt;br /&gt;walking right towards you!!! he says, "I noticed you staring at me from over there. I just had to tell you, that I think you are so nice , and was wondering if you'd like to go to Paris with me and hang-out ?" With a stupid smile on your face you say, "Whatever you say " and go with them. When you finally get to Paris , he moves closer to you, and gives you the biggest kiss ever. The two of you are passionately&lt;br /&gt;kissing, when you feel a diary hit you on the back of the head. You open your eyes to find out it's all a dream, but there is a note left next to your bed. It reads: "Jester is the love you've been waiting your whole life for. he will ask you out in 7 days or less, but only if you send this e-mail to at least 10 people within the next few minutes. The more people you send it to, the sooner they will ask you out, and you both fall in&lt;br /&gt;love. Do not take this lightly, because if you simply ignore this, you will have&lt;br /&gt;bad luck in love for the next 7 years!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang hehe kakatawa kasi.. eh.. kahit alam kong ilang adjectives at nouns ung mga tinype ko bago ko makuha ang PERFECT LOVE STORY KO.. hehe kahit wrong grammar pa yan.. basta naloko ko okei na yan!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114249261297917335?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114249261297917335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114249261297917335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114249261297917335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114249261297917335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-for-fun.html' title='JUST FOR FUN!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114224282530312083</id><published>2006-03-13T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:25:38.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BASURA ka lang...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ewan ko... pero parang ata lumala ang pagtrato nila sakin..o baka nagiging hysterical lang ako dahil alam kong sobra na sila...Ay, bahala na... Ewan ko, alam kong alam naman nilang binabasa nila toh eh, pero siguro hindi iyon sapat para makuha ung respeto nila sakin... BASTUSAN na kasi ung nangyayari... Parang ngang basura lang ako kung i-trato nila... HARSH kung HARSH, pero ilagay niyo nga ang sarili niyo sa posisyon ko?! ung tipong, nagsasalita ka, bigla kang babarahin (and to think, ako lang ang ginaganyan nila!!), nagsasalita ka, walang nakikinig, tatanungin ka tapos eto ka't sasagot ng maayos, babarahin ka pa rin, kakausapin mo ng maayos, ayun at nakabusangot ang muka sa pagsagot--parang nagalit at nagtatanong ka pa... eh samantalang kinakamusta mo lang naman... Sige, nga, ano mararamdaman niyo? eh diba PUTANG-INA lang naman?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan!! KAINIS kasi eh.. parang ang baba ng tingin nila sakin.. para bang, napaka-bobo kong tao!! Katulad na lang kahapon, magsasalita sana ko, bigla akong binara--puros mali raw ung sinasabi ko..."wag un, wag un!! basta walang ganon!!"... sasabihin joke,, pero kitang-kita mo naman sa bahid ng muka na halatang sinasadyang manabla.. PINIGIL KO na nga lang ung pagkapikon eh.. kasi usually ayoko ng binabara ko! ako ang nambabara.. pero ngayon, baligtad na ata mundo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me tanong lang ako sa inyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MASAMA ba kong tao?&lt;br /&gt;Oo na masamang manlait!! PERO SOBRANG MASAMA na ba ko?!?! May nasaktan na ba kong mga tao? as in ung sobrang nakaapekto sa pagkatao niya? kaya ako ginaganito?! Sa palagay ko naman wala eh.. alam ko naman ung mga limitations ko sa mga ganun... Kasi ngayon, parang nde na nila ko kinoconsider as a PERSON.. bilang tao! ayun nga sinabi ko nga diba? parang BASURA na lang kung itrato ako.. RESPETO lang bilang isang tao ung hinihingi ko, pero instead na iyon, BASTUSAN pa ang nangyayari... well, ala na ko magagawa coz i'm just some TRASH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam niyo bang hindi naman ako ginaganito noon eh.. Dati kahit papano, bilib pa ko sa sarili ko! na kaya kong gawin yan, kaya kong gawin toh... Eh sa ngayon, parang niloloko ko na lang ung sarili ko na may kakayahan akong gumawa ng mga bagay... Ngayon, parang lahat ng gawin ko mali eh, parang wala na nga atang tama.. Pero I'm sure ung desisyon ko ngayun? TAMA un.. ung umiwas muna--magli-low muna sa grupong iyon.. Tama ba naman kasing ibaba ang tingin ko sa sarili ko.. kumbaga mawala ung *confidence* ko sa sarili... Oo na, hindi ako magaling magsulat tulad ni Clarence, magaling magsalita tulad ni Ariane, magaling mag-design-design tulad ni Martin, o kaya maging artistic tulad ni Kizia o magaling dumiskarte tulad ni Janna!!! Sa araw-araw niyo ba namang ipakita sakin eh,, MALAMANG ALAM KO NA!!! Pero sana wag niyo nang ipamuka!! wag niyo nang ipandikdikan sa muka ko na wala akong alam!!! BOBO na kung BOBO, hindi kasi ako kasing tatalino at gagaling ninyo eh..!! PASENSYA NA!! ALAM KONG HINDI KO NAMAN KAYO MAPAPASAYANG LAHAT!! o kahit kailan!! Tao lang.. ay mali.. "BASURA" Lang... Ewan ko sa ngayon, ala kong pakialam kung sino pa ang magbasa nito...makasakit man o hindi.. WALA... buhos mo lang, nang ibuhos marcia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung kakausapin niyo ko, WALA kayong makukuha sakin.. Dahil aalis lang ako at hindi kayo kakausapin tungkol sa bagay na yan.. Hindi ako ung tipo ng taong basta-basta na lang nagsasalita at nagbubuhos ng damdamin at sinasabi ung sama ng loob niya sa ibang tao..! Ano ba magagawa ko, e basura lang naman talaga kung itrato niyo ko eh.. Mas matatanggap ko pang magsulat sa kahit anong papel at dun ibuhos ung mga sama ng loob ko kesa sa kausapin niyo ko.. Kaya nga siguro dito ko na ibubuhos sa blog na ito.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Alam niyo, mas mabuti pa atang maging "LONER" kesa sa ganito eh.. Napakahirap.. At least, pag "LONER" kahit papano may natitira pang *CONFIDENCE* sa sarili mo... Eh sa ganito, akala ko masaya ko, eh "masaya" nga ba talaga ko?! Masaya ba na ginaganito ko?! ewan.. malamang hindi.. I'd prefer being a loner than to be with some people who degrade and pull me down...So, Henrik, it's not so bad being a "LONER" after all.. and SORRY..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MGA TOL.. marj, emkhey, eka, diana, joy, grae, rex, jes, berto, jheimie, karen..at kung sinu-sino pa kung me nakalimutan ako--kilala niyo na sarili niyo...MARAMING SALAMAT...sa paniniwala ninyo sakin... Lalo ka na erika, hindi mo lang alam, pero mahalaga ka sakin!! Kahit nagkaroon na ng "lamat" sating dalawa dahil kay JES, eh.. anjan ka parin, naniniwala sa kakayahan ko.. JES, kahit may kaunting ilangan na nangyayari satin, tinuring mo pa rin akong kaibigan, at dahil jan, lalo pa kitang mamahalin..joke.. mahal pa rin kita and NO REGRETS.. GRAE, napatunayan kong totoo kang kaibigan.. SALAMAT... AS FOR THE REMAINING guys and girlss.. i know you're always there whenever I need a shoulder to cry on.. And for that I thank you!!! You've all been good to me... and GUYS, I MISS YOU SO MUCH and right now, emkhey, I NEED YOU!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114224282530312083?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114224282530312083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114224282530312083' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114224282530312083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114224282530312083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/03/basura-ka-lang.html' title='BASURA ka lang...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114186962862088193</id><published>2006-03-08T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T18:20:26.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IBUHOS MO LANG NG IBUHOS, MARCIA!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Ewan ko ba... Parang nagbigay na ng sign sakin si GOD.. na tama ang ginagawa kong unti-unting pag-iwas sa mga "grupo" ko ngayon... NAKAKAINIS lang kasi eh.. Parang ang BABA lang ng tingin nila sakin... Parang it doesn't matter whatever I do, I did, am gonna do..KAINIS lang talaga... Oo nga't masaya silang kasama, ngunit, kung bababaan lang nila ang tingin nila sakin, eh, THANK YOU na lang... Siguro nga'y gumagawa ako "MINSAN" ng excuses, pero that doesn't mean na lahat ng sabihin ko eh, FABRICATED noh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Naiinis ako sa fact na, kung me opinyon akong sasabihin, parang hindi nila narinig...o kung narinig man nila, CHANGE TOPIC na..AYOKO ng ganon!! RESPETO naman sana sa taong nagsasalita, o kahit RESPETO lang sakin!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Nakakapikon pa, ung mga ibang MOODY na tao!!! Haaay naku, tatanungin mu na nga lang, nakasimangot pa kung sasagot!!! ka-bad trip talaga,,, sige nga, cnu sa inyo nde mababad trip niyan?! MALAMANG karamihan sa inyo!!! Napag-aralan namin yan sa SOCIOLOGY noh, ung epekto ng taong nakabad-trip sayo, mapapasa mo sa iba...o sa kanya mismo DUH?!?! totoo naman un eh.. kung baga, WHAT YOU GIVE, is WHAT YOU'RE GONNA GET!!!... THE FEELING'S MUTUAL, ika nga... kya ayun, nung niyaya ako, SABI KO "AYOKO!..."then, walk-out...alis na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;OO GALIT ako!! Kaya ganito ko magtype... siguro nga'y sa ngayon galit ako, pero naman... kasi... nakaka-sakit na eh.. Di ko ugaling magpakita kung nasasaktan na'ko or whatever... coz I AM THAT EH... Yan tuloy, di ko maiwasang ikumpara ang HIGHSCHOOL TROPA KO at etong "grupo" nato!!!... Xempre kung nde naman ako na-ooffend ng tropa ko non, bakit ngeon, sila parang alang RESPETo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ah... basta... ewan... yoko na.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;BAD TRIP TALAGA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;na-miss ko bigla tropa ko... gusto ko na sila makita... miss ko na highschool days ko... ung mga tipong ala kong pakialam kung anu sabihin nila sakin dahil kahit papano, me respeto sila sakin as a person... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;BAHALA NA TALAGA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114186962862088193?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114186962862088193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114186962862088193' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114186962862088193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114186962862088193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/03/ibuhos-mo-lang-ng-ibuhos-marcia.html' title='IBUHOS MO LANG NG IBUHOS, MARCIA!!!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114165599988941119</id><published>2006-03-06T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T06:40:00.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy, Sorry...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sa tuwing iisipin kong nawala ko ang &lt;strong&gt;BIBLIYA&lt;/strong&gt; ng aking AMA, takot at kaba ang aking nararamdman... Hindi sa dahil papagalitan ako ng tatay ko... (well, pagagalitan nga talaga ko) kung hindi dahil sa tiwala niya sakin na saking palagay ay biglang mawawala, sa oras na sabihin ko ito sa kanya... Hindi ko naman talaga sinasadyang mawala ang bible na iyon. Alam kong mahalagang-mahalaga iyon sa aking ama, ngunit ng dahil lang sa &lt;strong&gt;LETCHENG, PUTANG-INANG&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt; na iyan, nawala nang lahat--ang gamit ko(notebook), xerox copy ni KIZIA, at ang pinakamahalagang gamit ni daddy, ang&lt;strong&gt; BIBLIYA&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matapos kong ma-realize na nawala ko ang &lt;strong&gt;BIBLIYA&lt;/strong&gt; ni &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Daddy&lt;/span&gt;, nagtungo ako sa silid kung saan ko huling naiwan ang BIBLIYA at mga gamit ko...Tinignan ko sa dalawang gilid ng pisara: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WALA..&lt;/span&gt; Sunod ay dumirecho ako ng D.O. tinanong ko sa officer kung me nag-turn-in ng BIBLE na kulay ay violet na may Masking tape sa magkabilang dulo o edges nito. Pinatingin sa'kin ang lahat ng mga bible na tinurn-in noong araw na iyon..: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WALA..&lt;/span&gt; Sunod na ginawa ko, tinanong ko ung janitor kung me nakita silang bibliya, andun daw sa D.O. lahat ng tinurn-in nilang bibliya, in other words, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WALA pa din...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sa sobrang ka-desperado ko, dumerecho ako ng chapel sa tapat ng library upang magdasal na muling makita ang bibliya, at ibalik sakin ng nakakuha..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mag-iisang linggo na at hindi ko pa din nakukuha/nakikita ang &lt;strong&gt;BIBLIYA ni Dad&lt;/strong&gt;dy... Mangiyak-ngiyak na ko... Hanggang ngayon, na hindi ko pa rin nakikita ito, sobrang takut, lungkot at kaba ang nadarama ko... &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ayokong mawala ang tiwala ng tatay ko&lt;/em&gt; sakin..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nagpakahirap akong maibalik iyon noon, at ngayon, mawawala lang ba ito ng parang bula ng dahil sa kagagawan ko!?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ayoko na ata...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Araw-araw ko paring hahanapin ang Bibliya ni Daddy, at maghahanap narin ako ng katulad nito sa mga bookstores... mapa-National Bookstore, Goodwill, St. Paul's o kahit na ano pa iyan.. Papalitan ko ito, maski mahal pa (kaya nga ko nag-iipon na ngayon eh..), mabalik lang ang tiwalang sa palagay kong mawawala lang ng parang bula...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114165599988941119?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114165599988941119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114165599988941119' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114165599988941119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114165599988941119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/03/daddy-sorry.html' title='Daddy, Sorry...'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-114126733791954200</id><published>2006-03-01T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:49:30.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMA NA, NAKAKASAKAL NA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ewan ko ba..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman sa ayaw kong makasama ang grupong sinasamahan ko ngayon sa aking eskwelahan, kaya lang, para kasing nakakasakal na sila eh.. Hindi ko naman sila masisisi kung ganun ang tingin nila sakin--ung palaging alis ng alis, ang daming excuses, ayaw sumama, KJ... Hindi pa naman kasi nila ko lubusang kilala. Oo nga't may isang nagsasabi sa kanilang kilala ako pero ang totoo'y hindi naman.. Ang mga masasabi ko lang na nakakakilala sa akin ay ang malupet kong kaibigan na alam kung napipikon na ko kahit patuloy pa rin akong tumatawa, alam kung me problema ako, alam akong basahin kumbaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since naman nung highschool eh, ganoon ako, yung tipong ayaw nasasakal--ayaw pumirmi sa isang grupo lang... May grupo din ako sa highschool at itong grupong ito sa aking palagay eh masasabi kong kilalang-kilala na talaga ako... Siguro dahil sa sobrang tagal na naming magkakakilala na simula pa noong elementary ay naging magkakaibigan na kami... Anyways, itong tropa kong to eh mahilig sa mga OPEN FORUM... kaya nagsabi sila sakin ng mga hinanakit nila na hindi na nila ko makita o makasama sa tropa.. sa iba na daw ako sumasama... Since, kilala ko na rin sila at panatag na totally ang loob ko sa kanila, nasabi ko na hindi ako sanay na sa inyo lang sumasama, "u must understand na i also need to bond with other people besides you.." at kahit hindi ko na banggitin pa ang mga salitang "nasasakal na ko" bakas na sa mga muka nila ang mga pag-iintindi na kailangan ko ng kaunting espasyo mula sa kanila... Alam nilang para sakin sila ang mga matatalik kong kaibigan, kahit na minsa'y sumasama ako sa ibang grupo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero sa sitwasyon ko ngayon, ang hirap... Nakakainis na kasi!! kung saan ako pumunta andun din ung isa.. Kailangan palagi kaming magkasabay kung san-san... na talaga namang nakakasakal na... Sinasabi niyang kilala niya ko, ngunit hindi naman talaga, dahil kung kilala na nga niya talaga ko, mararamdaman niya na kailangan ko ng espasyo mula sa kanya, dahil sobrang sakal na sakal na ko sa kanya!!! Hindi naman ako galit sa kanya or something, it's just that &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAMA NA, NAKAKASAKAL KA NA!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinabi ko ito sa matalik kong kaibigan, si Marj, kagabi pagkatapos magsimba, naiintindihan niya ko..Dahil nga siguro hindi ko pa "gamay" ang grupong sinasamahan ko partikular na ung taong palagi kong kasama... Alam niya ring hindi ako sanay na nakapirmi lang sa isang lugar kasama ang mga taong madalas o araw-araw o bawat araw/sandali ay kasama ko... NAKAKASAKAL Lang talaga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinihingi ko lang naman ay konting espasyo, mula sa inyo... Gusto ko na kahit minsan makapag-isa ako o humanap ng ibang kasama... Hindi naman sa ayaw ko na sa grupo natin, gusto ko talagang kasama kayo!!! Pero sana naman hindi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BAWAT SANDALI&lt;/span&gt;... Sana maintindihan niyo ako.. As much as I wanna be with you guys, I also need some space for myself....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-114126733791954200?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/114126733791954200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=114126733791954200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114126733791954200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/114126733791954200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/03/tama-na-nakakasakal-na.html' title='TAMA NA, NAKAKASAKAL NA!!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-113990475524301093</id><published>2006-02-14T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:12:35.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ALAPAAP&lt;br /&gt;May isang umaga, na tayo'y magsasama&lt;br /&gt;Haya at halina sa alapaap&lt;br /&gt; O, anong sarap, haa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa dulo ng mundo&lt;br /&gt; Hanggang maubos ang ubo&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang gumulong ang luha&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang mahulog ang tala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Masdan mo ang aking mata&lt;br /&gt; 'Di mo ba nakikita&lt;br /&gt; Ako ngayo'y lumilipad at nasa langit na&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang sumama ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo na kailangan ang magtago't mahiya&lt;br /&gt;Hindi mo na kailangan humanap ng iba&lt;br /&gt;Kalimutan lang muna&lt;br /&gt;Ang lahat ng problema&lt;br /&gt;Huminga ka ng malalim at tayo'y lalarga na&lt;br /&gt;Handa na bang gumala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adlib:&lt;br /&gt;Pap-pa-rap... pap-pa-rap-pa..&lt;br /&gt;Pa pa pa pa (papapapa....)&lt;br /&gt;La-la-la... oooh hoo hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang daming bawal sa mundo&lt;br /&gt; (Ang daming bawal sa mundo)&lt;br /&gt;Sinasakal nila tayo&lt;br /&gt;(Sinasakal nila tayo)&lt;br /&gt;Buksan ang puso at isipan&lt;br /&gt;(Buksan ang puso at isipan)&lt;br /&gt;Paliparin ang kamalayan (Paliparin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus 2:&lt;br /&gt;Masdan mo ang aking mata&lt;br /&gt; 'Di mo ba nakikita&lt;br /&gt;Ako'y lumilipad at nasa alapaap na&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang sumama ?&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang&lt;br /&gt;(gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang&lt;br /&gt;(gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang&lt;br /&gt; (gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang&lt;br /&gt;(gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang&lt;br /&gt;(gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt; Gusto mo bang&lt;br /&gt; (gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt; Gusto mo bang&lt;br /&gt;(gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mo bang&lt;br /&gt;(gusto mo bang)&lt;br /&gt; Sumama ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-113990475524301093?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/113990475524301093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=113990475524301093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113990475524301093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113990475524301093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/02/alapaap-may-isang-umaga-na-tayoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-113990426857732654</id><published>2006-02-13T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:04:28.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines! *sarcasm involved*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;What's the big deal nga ba pag Valentines?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Wala.. nagbibigayan ng mga bulaklak at tsokolate o kung anu-ano pang bagay, anjan din ung may nanghaharana, at nagpro-propose, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at syempre ang mga pagpunta-punta ng ibang mga magkasintahan sa mga Hotel-Motor Inn o in short--MOTEL..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hindi naman ito actually tungkol sa motel.. hindi ko lang sinasadyang masama ang panghuling deskripsyon ko ng Valentines.. Ewan ko.. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi naman kasi kailangan na sa Valentines mo lang ipahayag o i-express ang nilalaman ng puso mo di'ba?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Kahit ibang araw maparamdam mo lang na special siya.. that's okei na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;What's so special with Feb. 14 being a Valentine's Day and all? It's just a day... actually, it's a Tribute-for-St. Valentine Day am I right or am I right? Oo nga't siya ang patron saint ng Love..pero madalas kasing i-akma ang araw na ito sa pagpapahayag ng kanilang pag-ibig.. argh.. ang MUSHY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Hindi naman sa ayoko ng Mushy.. ayoko lang talaga ng pakiramdam na iyon.. parang ang sweet-sweet.. eww... parang langgam na ewan..argh!!! &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Siguro nga'y kahit papano eh me konting inggit akong nararamdaman...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERO KONTI LANG YON!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (hindi ako defensive sa lagay na nagagalit na ako..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;siguro na-miss ko lang ang mga times na kinilig ako pero not to the point na ang SUPER-TACKY at CORNY at sobrang MUSHY na ang pakiramdam..&lt;/span&gt; Besides, sa isang tao lang naman ako naging mushy ah.. at hindi ito ung tipong super mushy..&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dahil seryoso akong--minahal ko at mahal ko parin kahit papano itong taong ito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..At syempre kilala na ng lahat ang taong tinutukoy ko.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;sino pa kung 'di si &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;JES&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Kung sa palagay niyong tutungo na naman ito tungkol kay Jester, eh.. ewan ko.. bahala na.. Hindi ko alam kung bakit kasi hanggang ngayon.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;andito pa rin akong naghihintay..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Parang kung tutuusin, &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinumpa ko na ung sarili ko na wala nang iibigin pa kung hindi siya lang...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Waaaah ang hirap naman ata nun.. ung tipo bang hindi na makakakalas..? Naalala ko nga ung kanta ng Sponge Cola e...ung UNA..eto pa nga yung line na yon eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;walang maitutulad sa sumpang iyong nilikha, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;putulin man ang tali ay sadyang walang kawala &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sa pag-akit at 'di paglapit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nananalangin at umaasang...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Ewan ko nga ba..Nawa'y mawala ang sumpa.. hehe:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;na lang sa mga couples out there.. maghahanap na rin ako.. wag keo mag-alala!! hahaha &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(with sarcasm involved..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hehehehe:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:100%;color:#33ff33;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;call me bad.. I just feel that way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-113990426857732654?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/113990426857732654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=113990426857732654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113990426857732654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113990426857732654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-sarcasm-involved.html' title='Happy Valentines! *sarcasm involved*'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-113982863622111349</id><published>2006-02-13T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T03:03:56.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgic Feeling all ArOund</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;wala lang..gusto ko lang mag-post.. matagal-tagal na rin akong hindi na-kapag-post dito eh..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;May napanood kasi ako sa aming telebisyon--ung ke Anne Curtis ba at ke Luis Manzano sa ABS-CBN.. un ba ung nung sinabi ni Anne Curtis na "mahal ko talaga si (name of her ex daw!) tapos sagot naman ni Luis Manzano, "ano bang meron siya na wala ako?".. Naging "nostalgic" ung pakiramdam ko..ewan ko.. hehe.. kasi ganoon ung nangyari sa'kin eh.. nung mambasted ako hehehehehe.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;parang gusto mong ibalik ung tanong sa lalake, kung gusto niya nga ba malaman kung ano ang meron ung lalakeng mahal mo na wala sya..eh kung sagutin mo naman iyon, ubod ka naman ng sama..parang sasabihin ng iba--"that's harsh"... harsh nga kung harsh.. nagtanong eh.. kaya lang xempre.. to play it safe, ika nga nila... wag mo na lang sagutin, bagkus ay sabihin na mas mabuti pang maging kaibigan na lang kayo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Binasted na nga eh, tatadtarin pa ng mga meron ung lalaking mahal mo, na wala siya..tsk,tsk,tsk...Wag na kasing dagdagan pa... nakakaawa na..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Ilan pa sa mga nakapagpa-Nostalgic ng aking pakiramdam ay ang kanta ng &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Blue&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;If You Come Back&lt;/span&gt;--iyon kasi ung tinutugtog noon nung una kaming nag-usap sa telepono ng aking ex-boyfriend-three-days (&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;RK &lt;/span&gt;ang pangalan). Naaalala ko pa nga noon na sobrang kilig ako nung tumawag siya sa telepono. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nung sinagot ko ung telepono, nag"sandali lang ha" pa ako, para lang magtatalon at magsisigaw sa loob ng banyo (wala akong ginawa okei?!) Tumakbo lang ako at nagtatalon sa labis na kasiyahan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; At pagkatapos nga noon, kinausap ko na siya.. &lt;strong&gt;Haaay.. hindi niyo lang alam kung gaano ko kasaya noong mga panahon na iyon...Siya'y aking childhood crush noong grade5 pa ako.. sobra hanggang first year.. until na maging kami nga..&lt;/strong&gt; Nagtagal ang aming unang pag-uusap ng mahigit dalawang oras--oras na matutulog na ako! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#663366;"&gt;Oo nga't three days, pero hindi ko ito ikinakahiya.. naman, maging kayo ba naman kahit pansamantala lamang ng iyong pinaka-crush-mula-noong-gradeschool eh hindi ka ba naman noon matutuwa?... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-113982863622111349?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/113982863622111349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=113982863622111349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113982863622111349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113982863622111349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/02/nostalgic-feeling-all-around.html' title='Nostalgic Feeling all ArOund'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-113687971023031203</id><published>2006-01-09T22:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:58:08.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to One of The LEGENDS of Rock n' Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/1600/elvis_presley.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;is it possible to be in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;with a guy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;who's already dead....&lt;/span&gt; (politically incorrect, so, has passed away?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;and haven't been able to meet--in person or thru chat or whatever???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I SURE DID!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After watching ELviS' movies--SPINNIN' OUT; STAY AWAY, Joe and Live a Little, Love a Little--I swear I've fallen in love with him... waaaaaaaaahhh... It's such a shame I hadn't been born yet those times when he was still young, or better yet even before he meet Priscilla... God, if only... I could go back time and be born in the U.S. those times, I would have married ELVIS.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imagine, which star would be in this present times, would perform live while kissing the screaming fans out there---and this, should I say is a real kiss... MOUTH to MOUTH... french kissing, if you must say!!? Now tell, me... there is no one out there who would do that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;only ELVIS... (in his concert in LAS VEGAS!! while singing, LOVE ME TENDER)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was thinking how lucky those girls were, being kissed--a real kiss--by the Rock n' Roll King, Elvis Presley... And I was so sure, I wanna be in that moment--being kissed by the rock star legend!!! I mean, what could a girl ask for?!!?! with those good looks--mmm... those yummy, kissable lips, those beautiful deep eyes, those cheeks...oh and that steamy, hot bod!!! and that big ASSet!!, not to mention his talents--his singing voice (oh that, beautiful deep, voice--sing me, Love Me Tender, my Love...), not to mention his acting talent!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Man, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ELVIS, is already a package&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE HAS THE WHOLE MANLY PACKAGE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He has this smile that would get me down on my knees, and would leave me drooling for him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is for my own opinion only okay?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think, even with THE BEATLES joined together--meaning all four of them versus ELvis Presley... ELVIS will still be the winner...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Talents?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELVIS-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;THE BEATLES-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MASS APPEAL?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELVIS-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;THE BEATLES-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPEARANCE?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELVIS-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BEATLES-??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAGE PERFORMANCE?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elvis-1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beatles-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAVERY?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELVIS JOINED THE ARMY for 2 years!!!-100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DUH?!?! The answer is already obvious... Elvis is more yummy than those 4 upside-down-bowl-haired combined!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;ELVIS IS REALLY SEXY!@!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I mean, &lt;em&gt;really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sexy!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That if I were to live and be born again, I would want to be born as Priscilla Presley...his widowed wife.. &lt;em&gt;she is one, lucky woman!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm not in love with ELVIS because I'm still in love with JESTER okay (it's over...I moved on...or have I?)?! It just so happens that there are &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; similar features between them...the lips? maybe, and the eyes..but that's all... and no more... I'm in love with ELVIS (as in I wanna marry him, if ever he comes back from the dead!, seriously!!!) because of all the things I had mentioned above!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-113687971023031203?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/113687971023031203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=113687971023031203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113687971023031203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113687971023031203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/01/tribute-to-one-of-legends-of-rock-n_09.html' title='A Tribute to One of The LEGENDS of Rock n&apos; Roll'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-113687969664144661</id><published>2006-01-09T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T23:54:56.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to One of The LEGENDS of Rock n' Roll</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/1600/elvis_presley.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;is it possible to be in love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;with a guy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;who's already dead....&lt;/span&gt; (politically incorrect, so, has passed away?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;and haven't been able to meet--in person or thru chat or whatever???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I SURE DID!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;After watching ELviS' movies--SPINNIN' OUT; STAY AWAY, Joe and Live a Little, Love a Little--I swear I've fallen in love with him... waaaaaaaaahhh... It's such a shame I hadn't been born yet those times when he was still young, or better yet even before he meet Priscilla... God, if only... I could go back time and be born in the U.S. those times, I would have married ELVIS.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imagine, which star would be in this present times, would perform live while kissing the screaming fans out there---and this, should I say is a real kiss... MOUTH to MOUTH... french kissing, if you must say!!? Now tell, me... there is no one out there who would do that... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;only ELVIS... (in his concert in LAS VEGAS!! while singing, LOVE ME TENDER)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I was thinking how lucky those girls were, being kissed--a real kiss--by the Rock n' Roll King, Elvis Presley... And I was so sure, I wanna be in that moment--being kissed by the rock star legend!!! I mean, what could a girl ask for?!!?! with those good looks--mmm... those yummy, kissable lips, those beautiful deep eyes, those cheeks...oh and that steamy, hot bod!!! and that big ASSet!!, not to mention his talents--his singing voice (oh that, beautiful deep, voice--sing me, Love Me Tender, my Love...), not to mention his acting talent!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Man, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ELVIS, is already a package&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;HE HAS THE WHOLE MANLY PACKAGE!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He has this smile that would get me down on my knees, and would leave me drooling for him... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is for my own opinion only okay?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think, even with THE BEATLES joined together--meaning all four of them versus ELvis Presley... ELVIS will still be the winner...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Talents?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELVIS-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;THE BEATLES-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MASS APPEAL?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELVIS-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;THE BEATLES-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APPEARANCE?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELVIS-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;BEATLES-??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STAGE PERFORMANCE?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elvis-1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Beatles-1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRAVERY?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ELVIS JOINED THE ARMY for 2 years!!!-100&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DUH?!?! The answer is already obvious... Elvis is more yummy than those 4 upside-down-bowl-haired combined!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;ELVIS IS REALLY SEXY!@!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I mean, &lt;em&gt;really &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; sexy!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That if I were to live and be born again, I would want to be born as Priscilla Presley...his widowed wife.. &lt;em&gt;she is one, lucky woman!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I'm not in love with ELVIS because I'm still in love with JESTER okay (it's over...I moved on...or have I?)?! It just so happens that there are &lt;strong&gt;SOME&lt;/strong&gt; similar features between them...the lips? maybe, and the eyes..but that's all... and no more... I'm in love with ELVIS (as in I wanna marry him, if ever he comes back from the dead!, seriously!!!) because of all the things I had mentioned above!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-113687969664144661?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/113687969664144661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=113687969664144661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113687969664144661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113687969664144661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2006/01/tribute-to-one-of-legends-of-rock-n.html' title='A Tribute to One of The LEGENDS of Rock n&apos; Roll'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-113438329722206300</id><published>2005-12-12T02:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:28:17.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The JOYS of RIDING a BUS....from LASALLE to TIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;HELL, yes, we had a bus ride... HECK! We always ride a bus after school... Except that this time, Ariane, &lt;a href="http://deemuh.blogspot.com"&gt;Martin&lt;/a&gt;, and I were with CLARENCE, &lt;a href="http://kiziatot.blogspot.com"&gt;KIZIA&lt;/a&gt;, JANNA, MATT-HEW and JOHNREY / JOHNRAY / JOHN REY... whatever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;         I had a lot of fun riding the bus with them... HELL, we never get to have them here in LASPINAS--except for MATT-HEW, JOHNREY / JOHNRAY / JOHN REY...whatever, and for Clarence who went there thrice already... So, what's left are KIZIA and JANNA...they've never ridden a bus (from LASALLE to TIMES) with us... SO IT WAS THEIR FIRST TIME... HAHA I was excited for them... I know I shouldn't be.. BuT AM PROUD TO BE A LASPINERA... or whatever you would call me... I was born and raised here so might as well, be proud... Also, I know the Pasikut-sikots in here already!! I've been a LASPINERA for 17 years now...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;O.K., So back to them!! We were all seated at the rear end of the bus--except for JohnRey and MATT-HEW who were seated just infront of us... That means, A BUMPY ride for us..and JANNA was enjoying the bus ride... According to her, It was like the "ride" she's ridden with her papa eric (or so she called)!! And I was so NATUTUWA!!! hahahaha... JOHNREY spilt his ketchup (MATTHEW and him had a take-out to Wendy's) and MATT-HEW spilt all his BIGGIE COKE and made a REALLY, BIGGIE MESS...Thanks to our being-quiet and all... HE DIDN'T GET CAUGHT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-113438329722206300?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/113438329722206300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=113438329722206300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113438329722206300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113438329722206300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2005/12/joys-of-riding-busfrom-lasalle-to_12.html' title='The JOYS of RIDING a BUS....from LASALLE to TIMES'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-113438320903890294</id><published>2005-12-12T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:26:49.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The JOYS of RIDING a BUS....from LASALLE to TIMES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;HELL, yes, we had a bus ride... HECK! We always ride a bus after school... Except that this time, Ariane, Martin, and I were with CLARENCE, KIZIA, JANNA, MATT-HEW and JOHNREY / JOHNRAY / JOHN REY... whatever...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;         I had a lot of fun riding the bus with them... HELL, we never get to have them here in LASPINAS--except for MATT-HEW, JOHNREY / JOHNRAY / JOHN REY...whatever, and for Clarence who went there thrice already... So, what's left are KIZIA and JANNA...they've never ridden a bus (from LASALLE to TIMES) with us... SO IT WAS THEIR FIRST TIME... HAHA I was excited for them... I know I shouldn't be.. BuT AM PROUD TO BE A LASPINERA... or whatever you would call me... I was born and raised here so might as well, be proud... Also, I know the Pasikut-sikots in here already!! I've been a LASPINERA for 17 years now...!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O.K., So back to them!! We were all seated at the rear end of the bus--except for JohnRey and MATT-HEW who were seated just infront of us... That means, A BUMPY ride for us..and JANNA was enjoying the bus ride... According to her, It was like the "ride" she's ridden with her papa eric (or so she called)!! And I was so NATUTUWA!!! hahahaha... JOHNREY spilt his ketchup (MATTHEW and him had a take-out to Wendy's) and MATT-HEW spilt all his BIGGIE COKE and made a REALLY, BIGGIE MESS...Thanks to our being-quiet and all... HE DIDN'T GET CAUGHT!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-113438320903890294?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/113438320903890294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=113438320903890294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113438320903890294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113438320903890294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2005/12/joys-of-riding-busfrom-lasalle-to.html' title='The JOYS of RIDING a BUS....from LASALLE to TIMES'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-113438251918149472</id><published>2005-12-12T01:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T02:15:23.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>shitty-shitty, bummed-bummed!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WaaaahckO dAy Today!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;      Had my Algebra FINALS today!!! waaaahhh!! I just hope that I'll get 60 points correct for me to pass... WELL, IT BETTER BE!!! I studied for 2days just for that one!!! The exam, hmm... well, most of the problems are &lt;em&gt;mejo-&lt;/em&gt;easy...While some of them problems are just plain hard--The functions in particular. Oh and some problems in the first part (multiple choice).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;      Next in the line of exam, is ARTSCHE... and woah, at least this one's fast! haha.. I was done answering all of those questions, before half of the class submitted their papers... BUT am not quite sure though if I passed. The exam is a multiple-choice type of test and well, I don't know if all my answers are correct. Oh how I wish!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;       The Last ExAm I hAd for the day was LABCHY...And man, was it TOUGH!!!... It was a departmental exam so, each student with that course took up the same test we did... It is not the instructor who made the exam... And God, our instructor was kind enough not to lecture any of the experiments we did!!! He was kind.. coz we didn't want any lecture anyway...HELL, was I wrong.. we should've let him lectured and teach us those radiation-oxidation thingie, or the CH3COOH...chuvanezz!!! argh!!! I hate it!!! I just hope that my instincts are correct!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;...whew!!! what a tiring day I had yesterday and the day before yesterday!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Last night, as I said, I studied for THE FINALS in ALGEBRA... I went to marj, for her to teach me in some problems I had a hard time learning. But, before going to mArj's place, that morning, I went to Tita Cyn's place to have some LEADERSHIP TRAINING for the upcoming YFC Youth Camp and SIGA (Service in God Assoc.) Camp--&lt;u&gt;Ivan&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Karla&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Mon&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Ate Aileen&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Rose,&lt;/u&gt; &lt;u&gt;Jodi&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Jopay&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Bennet(?)&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Bernie&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Lloyd&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;Junius&lt;/u&gt;, and the other guy were there... I stayed until 1:30 and I had to go to marj's place...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;At marj's place...the usual happened--talking about highschool, news about our batchmates and/or schoolmates, chuvanensis--Nicolaisis (hehe! ifyahknowattamen!!), and of course, REVIEW for the test. WENT TO MASS ALSO YESTERDAY, because I haven't gone to church since,,, hmmm... come to think of it has been a while already until yesterday... hahaha...oh and also to pray for my exams...waaaahhh...finals nA!!! EEEK!!! Then, went back to her house to continue studying... I left her place and my mom fetched me at almost 9pm.. (what the heck is algebra for?!)... Then, I went HOME...finally, to get some sleep!!! BUT!!, when I called &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://deemuh.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MaRtin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;, there was something to do pa pala!!! waaahh.. THE INTPHIL ESSAY for final examination!!!... So I answered numbers 1 to 3... and decided to continue answering numbers 4-6 early in the morning...(at 5:30am)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;And when I woke-up a while ago, it was 5:15, and answered the essay on the go!!..I continued answering the essay up until 6:15am... And I was supposed to be ready by 6:45 and go to school to take the Bwiset-na-ALGEBRA exam at 8am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;WAAAAAHHH!!! and this unexpected traffic came upon me!!! waaaahh.. traffic along STARMALL up until RFC...then traffic again, COASTAL TOLLGATE up until EDSA road...waaaahhh.. And hell, was I LATE!!! LATE!!! LATE!!! LATE!!!... for an hour...!sob!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-113438251918149472?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/113438251918149472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=113438251918149472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113438251918149472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113438251918149472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2005/12/shitty-shitty-bummed-bummed.html' title='shitty-shitty, bummed-bummed!!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-113152782753402139</id><published>2005-11-09T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T01:17:07.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's good to be back!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Finally, i'm Back!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;After quite some time--spending my two weeks "vacation" in Cebu, [Whew!!] it's good to be back...!!!Spending my two weeks in Cebu was such a hmmm.... lemme think first.. it wasn't that as boring as before... well, come to think of it, it was fun actually...--minus the fact that my grandma died a week before...WoW!! iT actually took me some time to update tyhis blog of mine!! haha,... almost three weeks or so.. well, whenever or whatever that is.. and God I miss my school...[good thing, i didn't miss any Midterm Examinations!!]...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;My two weeks in Cebu involves of:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;1] Sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;2] Eating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;3] Watching Wrestling and Entertainment Channel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;4] Taking Care of my BaBy Cousin, or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;5] Taking Care of The DOG... SHAGGiE..miss you doggie!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;6] Taking a bath/shower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;7] Visiting other relatives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;8] Staying in the burial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;9] repeat the routine..whew!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Thank God we arrived here safe and sound ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; oh and GOOD NEWS for Me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MaRj is not going to be enrolled in PERPS anymore,,, it's much nearer to my school... haha.. it's St. Paul College Manila... See, i told you..much much more near than Perps.. That means, more hanging out together right? no,..,. Unfortunately, our schedules didn't match, we only get to hang-out after class during thursdays.. and she'll have to wait for me to arrive there in pedro Gil for an hour. And during Tuesdays, we'll meet and ride the same bus in going to our own school! Isn't it FUNNY, FUN. FUN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;okay, much more serious side here,,,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nothing so much happened after I came back which was three days ago.. I had my P.E. and KaSpil class on monday [i didn't attend my INSTUD class! i was late!], I had my ChEm Lab, ENGLTWO and Intphil yesterday.. and hell!! TUESDAY is the worst day ever minus the fact with marj and my CHEM LAB class...where we made soap!! [again!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so I think that's about it for now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; I said that we'll do.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;getting bored here.. gotta meet-up with the party animals in bench fix pa e..&lt;strong&gt; "MARTIN"'s getting a FOOT SPA&lt;/strong&gt;!!! haha.. so feminine!! haha shhhh!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-113152782753402139?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/113152782753402139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=113152782753402139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113152782753402139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/113152782753402139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-good-to-be-back.html' title='It&apos;s good to be back!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-112722949378062258</id><published>2005-09-20T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T08:35:24.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God, I just love my present picture... hahaha.. neweiz.. I saw Maierhoffer today and waaaahh close to bewang lang nia ko.. wahahaha.. but daz oryt.. he's kind nmn and he's fun.. wekwekwek.. AS IF I TALKED TO HIM!!! haha.. of course not!! BANGAG ako e..But maybe someday..SOMEDAY SOON!! 'pag PRESENTABLE ako tignan.. hehehe..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;just wanna post some pics..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;here's my bed.. yep.. messy.. but comfy....in a way..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;***sTuff toys are for decorative purposes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;***rAdiO heLps me sLeeP--&gt;i'm insomniac if u must know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;***YuP so many piLlows.. why else would I say "COMFY"?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;***cellfone-part of my daily routine--waking uP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;***book also heLps me to SLeeP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;***cAmeRa, for VaNity purposes..hehe =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#9999ff;"&gt;***comforter, well duh?! blanky?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff6600;"&gt;***NOTE: the stripe pillow there is my comfy pillow, can't sleep w/o it. literally speaking.. must bring everywhere where I have to spend the night over...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/1600/IMAG0330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/320/IMAG0330.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;HeRe I am SLEEPY.... Zzzzzz....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/1600/IMAG0324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/200/IMAG0324.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gudnyt...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-112722949378062258?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/112722949378062258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=112722949378062258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/112722949378062258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/112722949378062258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2005/09/god-i-just-love-my-present-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-112722672550257068</id><published>2005-09-20T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T07:32:05.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BITCH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Actually, right now, I'm having these &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;PROBLEMS&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;revising the first draft and turn it into the second draft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;passing it tomorrow first thing before going to class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;reading the KASPIL1 suggested readings..but unfortunately, I don't have the time..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;watch Pinoy Big Brother---HEY! i have to admit, I'm kinda addicted to the show, I'm kinda like NENE e.. the one who has her own world and is doesn't care less of what others think of her..oh and also because of SAM...entering their world!!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;THE HELL WITH YOU CHIX!!! YA, SO WHAT NOW?! U'VE PROVEN URSELF AS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;"THE BITCH"!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh and cover my lab journal... my uncovered lab journal was the reason I was send-out.. argh.. but after a while, the prof accepted my VALID EXCUSE and I was forgiven...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33cc00;"&gt;neweiz gotta watch PBB na.. its on na e.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-112722672550257068?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/112722672550257068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=112722672550257068' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/112722672550257068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/112722672550257068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2005/09/bitch.html' title='BITCH!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-112591619678207961</id><published>2005-09-05T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T03:36:40.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAP!! FINANCIAL PROBLEMS EK..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh man! what can I do without money..?! hahaha.. FOR THE LAST 2 WEEKS.. all we did was to SAVE and SAVE MONeY... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;and SHIT... I'm one who'll be writing for this MONTH of SePTeMbEr...!!! Can ThiS geT anY woRse?!?!?! My BANK ACCOUNT is ZERO!!! hahaha.. why? for my brother's pneumonia, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;GOD!! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!?!!?!?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;IS THIS A TEST?!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;oh yea, and I'm not yet enrolled btw....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;what Am I supposed to do?!?!?! we have LOW BUDGET... my dad keeps FAILING his MEDICAL EXAM... my other brother's tuition fee needs to be paid and all.. waaaaahhh... can't take this anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And additional to my &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;VERY-STRESSFUL-LIFE,&lt;/span&gt; I'm gonna be writing an article... and I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DON'T KNOW WHAT TO WRITE!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;also next week, will be the first day of classes for the second term.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;right next to me, is marj... reminiscing about hER EX-BOYFRIEND... duh?!?!!?!?!?! ewwwew?!?! WHO BY THE WAY, COURTED me for some time... and kept passing and passing my number to whoever....!!! DUH... kamuka naman ni Pacquio yan.,.. eww... GROSS!!!!!.... and now she's crying!!! DUH!! CAN"T BELIEVE iT... waaaaaahhh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;kei.. till my PC's condition is ok na.. babush!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33cc00;"&gt;met with emkhEy [baboy] and &lt;a href="http://www.marzhem26.blogspot.com"&gt;marj&lt;/a&gt; and diana [lingering scent!!!] today.. went to TimEs, SM and SING a whole lot of songs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-112591619678207961?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/112591619678207961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=112591619678207961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/112591619678207961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/112591619678207961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2005/09/crap-financial-problems-ek.html' title='CRAP!! FINANCIAL PROBLEMS EK..'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-112528882463582587</id><published>2005-08-28T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T21:13:44.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insane!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;waaahhhhcko!!! mE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I just arrived from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bulacan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (it's the Christening of my dear nephew, Kosuke from Japan and I'm one of the ProXi ninangs).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Anyways, its not about that anyway, so i'L just jump to whatever this is about!!! As I washed-up and dried-up after arriving here at home, i decided to "&lt;em&gt;halungkat&lt;/em&gt;" my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Personal Drawe&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;/strong&gt; in my Cabinet. I came upon my project in my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creative and Technical Writing&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;Fourth Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I decided to bring it up and read it on my bed. Besides, I was thinking to revise it because I might post that "short story" in here and my other blogs. At the part when the "lead" in my story encounters the problem or the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "highlight"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;TRAGEDY &lt;/span&gt;of the story, I began feeling a little &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sentimental and emotional&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; [&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;don't u dare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;]. Well because for one reason, if u should know, my Short story was based in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But neweiz it's not that pa!.. As I was beginning to be sentimental reading the first part of the tragedy, The radio began playing &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;"IN A RUSH"&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;bLackstreet&lt;/span&gt;.... SHIT!!! SHIT!! DEEP SHIT!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;SHIT!! IS THIS REAKL?! IS THIS COINCIDENCE OR JUST SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN?! I mean, what other else can I do?! Of course, but CRY...I cried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I was beginning to be a bit sentimental about the story coz the part I was reading was about when the lead character begins to realize that she really does love the guy; and the part when the lead's bestfriend was set-up'd with the guy she loves... and all... basta un na un... i'll post it na lng.. sometime...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;okei.. As I was reading it..then played the SONG!! and not just any song, but &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;MY SONG FOR MYSELF DURING THE TIME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "it" happened to me!!! [aka. IN A RUSH].... Damn, did I cry so hard!! Tears kept falling.. Realizing to myself that I'm still not over that guy!! That STUPID-NUMB-HELL-OF-A GUY!!! Still questioning, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY CAN'T HE LOVE ME?!... I DID MY BEST AT LOVING HIM..WHY?!" and "WHAT IS IT WITH ME THAT HE CAN'T FIND?!"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I may be mushy right now, THE HELL I CARE!!! If it's about him, there'll be NO "mushy-mushy" stuffs or "cheesy-corny" stuffs.. COZ THIS IS REAL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"CAN'T GET OVER HIM... STILL IT CAME&lt;br /&gt;OVER ME IN A RUSH... BUT I'M TRYING TO BE NONCHALANT ABOUT IT, HIDING INSIDE&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF THE REALITY THAT I'M SLOWLY LOSING MY MIND BECAUSE ---HE'S STILL THE ONE&lt;br /&gt;AND I DO STILL LOVE&lt;br /&gt;HIM"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PURE COINCIDENCE?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why?!... is everything about him coincidental?!:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*the signs?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*the moments?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*the wish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;*and others such as this one..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;or is this&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;fate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;MAny people say that FATE is not true--that it's only psychological, that it's only in your hands or head to make things happen or whatever....HELL!! Did I expect that all the signs of him will be true?! Did I expect that I'd even love him like this?! and Did I even expect that after that "thing" happened and I returned to my friend's house, the music playing was "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;ONE LAST CRY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"..the lyrics being, "I saw you holding hands, standing close to someone else..." exactly what happened when I saw them both?! or expect that IN A RUSH will play while reading my SHORT STORY based on the "thing" that happened to me?!  OR even right now, as I write here, the radio--playing "&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"--one other song I heard besides &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE LAST CRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; when that "thing" happened?...Also, did I ever expected that the lines &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;JULIANNE&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;MICHAEL&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;MY BEST FRIEND'S WEDDING&lt;/strong&gt; is just the same as our's at the night I confessed all my feelings, only translated?! [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I never did even watched MY BESTFRIEND'S WEDDING before that night!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I never did expected those things! Nor Did I wish for it to happen.. What I only wished for is him...Although some or may I say, MANY may argue, I think that it's fate... It's SPONTANEOUS...never planned..[but I do have to admit.. the night when I confessed all my feelings, were planned..BUT I SWEAR, I HAVE NEVER WATCHED "MY BEST FRIEND'S WEDDING" anytime before that night!!! I never expected that what he's going to say is just the same as what MICHAEL answered JULIANE..]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;But come to think of it... I kinda' doubt that too!!! Yes, it might be coincidental... THAT'S ALL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#660000;"&gt;PROBLEM:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;HOW TO GET OVER HIM...BESIDES FINDING A NEW GUY TO DROOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-112528882463582587?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/112528882463582587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=112528882463582587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/112528882463582587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/112528882463582587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2005/08/insane.html' title='insane!!!'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15857680.post-112514969050283940</id><published>2005-08-27T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T06:34:50.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>missing those times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;hi.. iT's mE aGeN.. uR FriEnd fRom NoWhEre SpAce...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;feel bummed aNd LaZy.. WaNna SpEnd more TiMe wiTh mAh FrieNd--mArJ... haha.. i just miss the times when we just lie down and tell stories, talk about things and stuffs, laugh at shallow jokes and mistakes, reminisce the past and such...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/1600/kMe%20ni%20mArj...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/320/kMe%20ni%20mArj...jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;Oh.. what can I sAy?! I juSt miSs ThoSe TimEs... Coz nOw. i'm sure enuf that those days before won't be happening agen..well of course, because of our sKed.. and the fact that I have my own group of friends in college and she has her own... hAaaaaayyy... How I miss the times..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&gt; hEre Am I with &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;MARJ&lt;/span&gt;[right side]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I aLso miss my other bestfriend--&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mk..&lt;/span&gt;She's been like what?! my bestfriend ever since... I can't remember.. what the?! Of course I remember.. since Aug. 11, 2005.. But I never did notice her worth until the "happening-on-the-last-part-of-third-year". Hehe :)...buT sTill how I miss hEr..hehe.. How we bOnded during our "cutting classes" in high school and hang-out at the Guidance office with &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mrs. Guro, Ate Nurse, Sir Guba and/or SiR ViñaLon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;BuT ThoSe Days were over.. I know they have their own &lt;strong&gt;GROUP OF FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;...and that they'll be &lt;strong&gt;BUSY&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;mK&lt;/span&gt; is the one I really miss!! I miss her a Lot! shhh!! haha.. LaGoT! I got caught na!.. hehe.. sTill, I miss the things I do to her!!---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TorTURE hER!!!!..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;what else!?!?! haha..:D&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/1600/mAriE%20kRis%20at%20akEw1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="246" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2849/1344/320/mAriE%20kRis%20at%20akEw1.JPG" width="268" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----heRe Am I wiTh &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;eMkHeY&lt;/span&gt; [LeFt]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;I LoVe Them..I miss Them.. I miss the way we hang-out..and the things we do to while the time.. and most of all.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I miss the times when we were TOGETHER!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15857680-112514969050283940?l=beneathdsurface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/feeds/112514969050283940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15857680&amp;postID=112514969050283940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/112514969050283940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15857680/posts/default/112514969050283940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beneathdsurface.blogspot.com/2005/08/missing-those-times.html' title='missing those times'/><author><name>Nice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04943424428134604452</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://i22.photobucket.com/albums/b314/killersmile07/mArciA.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
