<?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-7244493</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:31:07.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme Na</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-6652329145797768196</id><published>2007-04-30T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T23:33:00.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 33 degrees here in Manila.  God I hate global warming..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-6652329145797768196?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/6652329145797768196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=6652329145797768196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/6652329145797768196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/6652329145797768196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2007/04/its-33-degrees-here-in-manila.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-117056840884009462</id><published>2007-02-03T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:07:11.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We love you Ecai!</title><content type='html'>This Sunday Morning, I and my hs peers mourn for the loss of our fellow theresian...my hs classmate for 4 yrs...our cute, petite, bubbly ecai has gone to the light. It never occurred to our minds that she'll leave us at an early age. It's unfair but I hope she's happy wherever she is now. We'll miss you ecai! thanks for letting us know you. We love you ecai!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-117056840884009462?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/117056840884009462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=117056840884009462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/117056840884009462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/117056840884009462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2007/02/we-love-you-ecai.html' title='We love you Ecai!'/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-116339893864961627</id><published>2006-11-12T22:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T22:24:52.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Loneliness is not being alone. It's loving others to no avail." - Mario Stefani&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the KV I know...heartbreaks sucks! I feel for you girl! It's gonna be alright soon....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-116339893864961627?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/116339893864961627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=116339893864961627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/116339893864961627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/116339893864961627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2006/11/loneliness-is-not-being-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-116191724085573967</id><published>2006-10-26T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T18:27:43.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just like to share the gazillion pronunciation of "Nina" and "people depot" heard throughout my stay with People Depot Inc. for 4 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina = Mina, Tina, Lina, Ina, Dina, Sheena, Nena,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People Depot = People Dipol, People de-pot (powt), People Depol, People Dipo, People Depo, at pinakamatindi sa lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nina: Hi this is nina from people depot. may i speak with Janice?&lt;br /&gt;Person on the line: Janice! Mina daw ng HIPPO HIPPO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-116191724085573967?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/116191724085573967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=116191724085573967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/116191724085573967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/116191724085573967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2006/10/just-like-to-share-gazillion.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-115849201910387102</id><published>2006-09-17T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T04:22:24.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the book I never read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the words I never said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the path I'll never tread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the dreams I'll dream instead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the joy that's seldom spread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the fear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the dread...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;These are the contents of my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And these are the years that we spent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is what they represent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And this is how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you know how I feel ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'cause i don't think you know how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think you know what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't think you know what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You don't know what I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-115849201910387102?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/115849201910387102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=115849201910387102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/115849201910387102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/115849201910387102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-is-book-i-never-read-these-are.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-115594648628826226</id><published>2006-08-18T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T17:18:21.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>freaky friday</title><content type='html'>it was just another dress down day of work and we were all wearing black top and blue jeans. it started to get freaky after lunch when i received a freaky text message from an unknown source in our company mobile phone. the message was "P--ang i-a mo!"..Yup mura sya. so we thought baka wrong number lang so pinalampas na lang muna. after a few minutes, nag text ulit. this time, longer naman "P--ang i-a mo kkg-go k talaga p--ang i-a mo talaga siraulo!"...ok so definitely di na to wrong number. after mga 30 minutes, nagtext ulit. "P--ang i-a mo abnormal"...so my boss has had enough of it she asked me to trace the number among our applicant's database. unfortunately, i wasn't able to trace it. probably if it was an applicant, he would have used another number not the number he placed in his resume. ang hunch namin is that isa sya sa mga nireject ko na applicant. i texted kasi a day before na he wasn't a perfect fit for the job. good thing na rin cguro kung sino man sya eh na reject sya dahil napakababa rin pala ng EQ nya. it's just freaky this happens sa HR. people will really get back at you. i do hope na these kinds of people will understand na kahit we want to pass them all and place them in whatever job we have eh di talaga pwede. haay.. buti na lang long weekend. need this long break&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-115594648628826226?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-115331646461118946</id><published>2006-07-19T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T06:41:04.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hindi ko alam kung epekto to ng trabaho o dun sa aircon namin sa ofis pero tinutubuan ako ng PIMPLES! ung likod ko ang dami! as in namumula pa ung pimples sa bandang shoulder ko. gives me the creeps....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-115331646461118946?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/115331646461118946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=115331646461118946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/115331646461118946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/115331646461118946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2006/07/hindi-ko-alam-kung-epekto-to-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-115295434582735521</id><published>2006-07-15T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T06:46:41.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw Initial-D last night. it's a movie based on an anime and similar to fast and the furious tokyo drift. japan's the setting and they use drift as the race type. the funny thing is it was only me and a friend of mine who finished the movie! no one was watching (i guess they prefer pirates of the caribbean). the actors were supposed to be japanese but it's funny that the language that they speak is mandarin. hmmm...nweyz...i just realized na ang pangit talaga gumawa ng movie ng mga chinese. pangit ng editing lalo na ng ending. syete! pero ok lang ung race scenes. and the actors were my idols jay chou and edison chen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-115295434582735521?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/115295434582735521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=115295434582735521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/115295434582735521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/115295434582735521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2006/07/saw-initial-d-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-115050904551158092</id><published>2006-06-16T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T05:33:51.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>work</title><content type='html'>i started work yesterday. medyo ilang pa konti. katawa kasi apat lang kami. i'm a headhunter nga pala. bale sa work, since konti lang kami, di ko maiwasang manginig sa lamig. ang laki nung aircon tas iilang tao lang kami. so un. tas nakakatawa nung second day. usually kasi nasa phone kami. nagrerecruit. nagkataong nagkasabay sabay kami ng kausap. kaya nakakalito. di ko maintindihan ung sinasabi ng kausap ko. haay...so far ok naman work. medyo sosy lang mga boss ko. nagpunta si kenji marquez samin kahapon. sa call center sya. hinire nung boss ko. hmmm...what else....i'm getting used to eating microwaved stuffs from 7-eleven. hehe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-114796398820559222</id><published>2006-05-18T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T07:45:41.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MOVIE&lt;/span&gt;: i wasn't impressed with the da vinci code movie. i slept on the 2nd half of the movie and woke up near the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;TV&lt;/span&gt;: Bj and Tyler won in the amazing race! wohoo! i'm glad they beated the frat boys. hippies rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-114796398820559222?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-114761783868471983</id><published>2006-05-14T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T07:43:58.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I felt a revelation coming around&lt;br /&gt;I guess its right, it's so amazing&lt;br /&gt;You lift me up&lt;br /&gt;The sun and the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams are in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;...And I wanna be inside your heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...overjoyed  yet too irrational...&lt;br /&gt;...positive yet uncertain...&lt;br /&gt;...too good yet too slow...&lt;br /&gt;...sense...i lost it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-114761783868471983?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-114587272396489100</id><published>2006-04-24T02:42:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T02:20:04.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>had my first day of driving last sunday. i was with my cousin, kat and with an instructor. it went on like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: (driving around mayon area)&lt;br /&gt;instructor: o, nasa kaliwa ka na naman. bat ba ang hilig mo sa kaliwa? mahilig ka atang MANGALIWA e.&lt;br /&gt;me: (driving in a zigzag motion, sort of swerving)&lt;br /&gt;kat: (ready to barf)&lt;br /&gt;instructor: ayusin mo hawak mo ng manibela. lakas mo kasi mag-gas. bawasan mo.&lt;br /&gt;me: (ignoring the instruction)&lt;br /&gt;kat: (zZzZZZZ)&lt;br /&gt;me: (stopped in the middle of an intersection getting horned from 4 directions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately, we reached the driving school alive, with no scratch and without hitting anyone.  it was a crazy first day for driving. yesterday was much better but i still had problems controlling the manibela. parang kahit anong ayos ko dun sa manibela parang di na sasatisfy ung instructor. pinipilit nyang agawin at hawakan ung manibela at ayusin. ewan. now nafeel ko na ang convenience ng isang automatic na kotse. wala kang poproblemahin na clutch kaya di sasakit legs mo. kaso puros manual kotse namin kaya kelangan manual matutuhan ko. mas ok na driving ko ngaun. di na pa-zigzag. ka-buiset lang mag drive sa recto at quiapo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-114587272396489100?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/114587272396489100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hope to never see "If only" ever again. couldn't stop crying last night during and after the movie. thanks to ice age 2 and eight below...gives you something to cheer about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-114510408072190355?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/114510408072190355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=114510408072190355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/114510408072190355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/114510408072190355'/><link rel='alternate' 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I agree with arianne. mainit, nakakainis, pa-interview pero marereject ka lang. for the record, i got rejected twice. hehe. sabi nila, only twice pero i'm giving up already. well, it REALLY hurts. after that interview, i went straight to the enterprise center in HSBC towards Starbucks. yup! that's right! went straight to the easiest access to satisfaction: FOOD! bought grande chocolate cream and belgian waffle cause i'm f--ckin depressed! hehe. after that temporary ease, i walked along ayala ave towards glorietta. along the way, i tripped! imagine! that's how depressed i was! there was a lot going on my mind. when i reached glorietta, i bought a slice of pizza in Sbarro. yup, once again, food! indulge yourself nina....well, after that interview, it made me think a lot of things. i was thinking of other career options. i'm not sure if i can settle with HR. i applied in  two preschools. that's what i call Impulsive! hehe. bahala na. just keep on looking.&lt;div 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louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-114446977992551243</id><published>2006-04-07T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T21:16:19.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>3 am. tears. hugs. goodbyes. reminiscing. laughs. thoughts. wishes. distance...silence&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-114446977992551243?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/114446977992551243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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I love you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have loved you all along &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I miss you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Been far away for far too long &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I keep dreaming you'll be with me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you'll never go &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Stop breathing if &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't see you anymore &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-114421386823308917?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/114421386823308917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=114421386823308917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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Big C mall there to buy a swimsuit and a wacoal bra since wacoal is a lot cheaper there. It was around dinner already so I told my mom and my cousin to go eat dinner na sa 4th flr and sunod na lang me. so there. tapos na me mamili. sumunod na me sa taas. super gutom na ko non! i was ready to eat my dinner when suddenly...."Asan ang bag ko?" i saw my mom' s face and she was like sort-of stunned na disappointed. kasi she kept on reminding me to look out for my bag kasi nga maraming pickpocketers dun (eh cguro naman sa lahat ng bansa may pickpocketers. hehe) maraming foreigners ang nawawalan. she shouted at me to go back to the department store. what disaapointed her was what my bag contained: my Passport, Digicam, Wallet, and Cellphone! i was able to pay the swimsuit because i had extra cash on my pocket kaya di ko narealize na naiwan ko pala ung bag ko sa dressing room. so i ran down stairs and inside the department store. fortunately, the sales lady guarding the dressing room kept it. cguro naka tatlong beses me nag-bow dun sa sales lady (thai greeting). i went out the department store and saw my mom crying. what if someone took my bag? i don't have any idea at ayokong isipin! super sira ang trip cguro!. from that day on, hindi na pinalagay ng mom ko sa bag ko ung passport ko at digicam. hehe....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-114407851250812457?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/114407851250812457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=114407851250812457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/114407851250812457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/114407851250812457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2006/04/day-i-made-my-mom-cry_03.html' title='the day i made my mom cry'/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-113747122864178985</id><published>2006-01-16T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T20:18:50.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a journey without jelogs</title><content type='html'>it would be the first time na pupunta kami ni she sa marikina na kami lang. wala c kyang, lele, at c &lt;strong&gt;JELO...&lt;/strong&gt;hmmm. nakakatuwa kasi parang sa bk, nagtaka na c mike kung bat ala kaming kasama guy (meaning c &lt;strong&gt;JELO&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Pero baliwala lang un. then, it happened...the journey was like this:&lt;br /&gt;1.) paglabas ng boyshome, truck driver: "Hi!"(exaggeratedly uttered Hi!)&lt;br /&gt;2.) manong guard: "o, pawis ka na."&lt;br /&gt;3.) a guy sitting across us with his eyes fixed on she (take note: katabi nya gf nya. iba na talaga....and the gf is aware of it pero NR pa rin)&lt;br /&gt;4.) sa sumunod na istasyon, may pumalit na guy dun sa same seat nung guy na nakatitig lang kay she. At...same scenario. (HOT SEAT pala ung upuan namin)&lt;br /&gt;5.) dyip from recto station, pinaabot namin ung bayad sa isang mama: "o bayad daw....dalawang SENIOR CITIZEN (what da?!$^?*$)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-113747122864178985?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/113747122864178985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=113747122864178985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/113747122864178985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/113747122864178985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2006/01/journey-without-jelogs.html' title='a journey without jelogs'/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-113181209269716773</id><published>2005-11-13T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T08:14:52.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>nikewomen ad</title><content type='html'>was reading the mag of my cuz when an ad caught my attention.  this really gave a smile on my face...a wide smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY BUTT IS big&lt;br /&gt;and round like the letter c&lt;br /&gt;and ten thousand lunges&lt;br /&gt;have made it rounder&lt;br /&gt;but not smaller.&lt;br /&gt;And that's just fine.&lt;br /&gt;It's a space heater for my side of the bed&lt;br /&gt;It's my ambassador&lt;br /&gt;to those who walk behind me&lt;br /&gt;It's a border collie&lt;br /&gt;that hurts skinny women&lt;br /&gt;away from the best deals&lt;br /&gt;at clothing sales.&lt;br /&gt;MY BUTT IS big&lt;br /&gt;and that's just fine&lt;br /&gt;and those who might scorn it&lt;br /&gt;are invited to kiss it.&lt;br /&gt;Just do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                 -Nikewomen.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-113181209269716773?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/113181209269716773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=113181209269716773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/113181209269716773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/113181209269716773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2005/11/nikewomen-ad.html' title='nikewomen ad'/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-112875820638835216</id><published>2005-10-08T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T00:56:46.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>australian slang dictionary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;word:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;meaning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;australian pingpong:  australian rules football&lt;br /&gt;barbie:  barbeque&lt;br /&gt;bastard:  term of ENDEARMENT&lt;br /&gt;bludger:  lazy person&lt;br /&gt;brekkie:  breakfast&lt;br /&gt;bush oyster:  nasal mucus&lt;br /&gt;bush telly:  campfire&lt;br /&gt;cactus:  dead, not functioning (this washing machine is cactus)&lt;br /&gt;captain cook:  look (let's take a captain cook)&lt;br /&gt;cockie:  farmer (the cockie harvested 10 pds of grains today)&lt;br /&gt;crack a fat:  get an erection&lt;br /&gt;dead horse:  tomato sauce&lt;br /&gt;dog:  unattractive woman&lt;br /&gt;greenie:  environmentalist&lt;br /&gt;liquid laugh:  vomit&lt;br /&gt;tall poppies:  successful people&lt;br /&gt;technicolor yawn:  vomit&lt;br /&gt;white pointers:  topless women sunbathers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-112875820638835216?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/112875820638835216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=112875820638835216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112875820638835216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112875820638835216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2005/10/australian-slang-dictionary.html' title='australian slang dictionary'/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-112748484683218954</id><published>2005-09-23T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T07:19:25.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>dun sa mga mahahawaan ko ng sipon ko kanina, particular na sa grupo ko sa español, *sori na, k?*....ahehe...:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-112748484683218954?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/112748484683218954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=112748484683218954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112748484683218954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112748484683218954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2005/09/dun-sa-mga-mahahawaan-ko-ng-sipon-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-112390625326449916</id><published>2005-08-13T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T21:15:45.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!*sigh?*</title><content type='html'>just woke up, feel crappy again...probably because of the 2&amp;1/2 bus ride from alabang to my place and without any music to listen to! damn! hopefully my brother buys another ipod. well, i did have some pesky live music to my ears, thanks to the guy beside me who utters "tsk tsk tsk....woah!" for about every 10 minutes because he's running late. haay...suffered from hypertension due to the aircon and the usual edsa traffic. and now...i can't bum around due to two tasks: take care of the computer shop and study for the prelims. ok. Dr.Phil says: "take a breather...go see a movie....go to the beach, watch the sunset...listen to the waves ..." yeah right?!:&amp;amp;...just what i need...hopefully soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-112390625326449916?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/112390625326449916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=112390625326449916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112390625326449916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112390625326449916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh.html' title='!*sigh?*'/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-112101098382953816</id><published>2005-07-11T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T09:04:11.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;May panahon talagang may kakaibang pangyayari sa mundong ibabaw natin. Ung akala mong un na eh iba pala, may mga panlasa na nababago sa di inaasahang pagkakataon, may mga nadidiskubre kang di mo akalang meron pala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Natalo ang ust sa up bagamat lamang na ang uste buong laro nang sa di inaasahang pag-bugso ng damdamin ng mga up players eh nakashoot pa sila sa bandang katapusan ng laro. Buti na lang hindi nasayang ang mga banners ng mga taga up dahil nagamit pa nila ito nang lumamang ang up less than 1 minute sa 4th quarter &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2.) Sa hindi ko malaman na rason ay nasabi ko sa aking kapatid na wala akong appeal (?). dahil dun, hindi nya napigilang tumawa ng tumawa. Di nya maisuot ang kanyang medyas dahil sa yanig na inabot nya sa kakatawa. Dahil rin dun ay hindi na nya tuluyang naisuot ang kanyang medyas dahil late na pala sya sa date nya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3.) Kumain ako ng pizza na ang meat topping ay hipon. Mahal ko ang hipon pero hindi ko alam ang kinalaman nya sa pizza. Bakit? Bakit? Bakit? Napakapangit ng lasa. Pagdating ng dinner, ang ulam namin ay ginisang hipon :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-112101098382953816?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/112101098382953816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=112101098382953816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112101098382953816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112101098382953816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2005/07/may-panahon-talagang-may-kakaibang_11.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-112100739353351656</id><published>2005-07-10T23:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T07:56:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>okay - swirl 360</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;She sat me down and took me by the hand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She said I'll try to make this painless if I can&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She was sorry and then she began to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Couldn't look me in the eye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I said baby let me just save you the time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see where this is going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tears will fall and hearts will break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves a game we almost played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So dry your eyes and be on your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for me I'll be ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well I thought we were that perfect match&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's so hard to say that now without a laugh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There was never ever such a thing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not as far as I can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now that all of love such misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You can see where this going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tears will fall and hearts will break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves a game we almost played&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So dry your eyes and be on your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for me I'll be ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We gonna be ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can see where this is going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tears will fall and hearts will break&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Loves a chance we almost take&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So dry your eyes and be on your way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for me I'll be ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for me I'll be ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As for me I'll be ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be Ok&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-112100739353351656?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/112100739353351656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=112100739353351656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112100739353351656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112100739353351656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2005/07/okay-swirl-360.html' title='okay - swirl 360'/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-112100694412028613</id><published>2005-07-10T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T07:49:04.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hate-revised</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;            Hating can be the deepest…&lt;br /&gt;            Seeping through every imaginable nerve&lt;br /&gt;            Leaving the doubt of deference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Hating will be the deepest…&lt;br /&gt;            Might not be the greatest treasure&lt;br /&gt;            But leaves a scar with the utmost scorn&lt;br /&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;            Hating, getting deeper…&lt;br /&gt;            A storm upon the serenity of the eau&lt;br /&gt;            Seething…cursing…deluged&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Hating, now mystifyingly deep …&lt;br /&gt;            The ironic benevolence, what graciousness?&lt;br /&gt;            Of a torn fellowship…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-112100694412028613?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/112100694412028613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=112100694412028613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112100694412028613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/112100694412028613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2005/07/hate-revised_10.html' title='hate-revised'/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-111634374097909772</id><published>2005-05-17T23:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T08:42:12.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's a hot day but finally summer class is over! i need a longgggggggggggg break. i'm looking forward to see star wars ep 3: revenge of the sith &gt;&gt; the last of all ep. i'm also looking forward getting out of manila; but s--t! just when i think it's all fun and unwinding stuff, in the midst of a relaxed feeling is a very uncalled for news. i just found out today that my best friend since grade 6 was diagnosed with carcinoma. carcinoma is a malignant tumor on the epithelial tissue and is a type of cancer. My friend said carcinoma is the lowest form of cancer, meaning it's the least dangerous. It really is a kind of cancer bcoz my friend's lymph nodes were hurting. the lump grew on her thyroid gland and she's still having doubts about having a surgery in june.  if she undergoes surgery, she'll take artificial med. for the rest of her life and there may be side effects. it really sucks! too early, too soon for this to happen - and to my best friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*would u be happier if u were someone together&lt;br /&gt;*would the sun shine brighter if u played a bigger part&lt;br /&gt;*would it be wonderful if it wasn't for the weather&lt;br /&gt;*ur gonna be just fine...*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-111634374097909772?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/111634374097909772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=111634374097909772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/111634374097909772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/111634374097909772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-hot-day-but-finally-su_111634374097909772.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-111554644527815297</id><published>2005-05-08T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T08:48:13.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This song just keeps singing in my head. thanks to vee who introduced me to this song. gotta love this song....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What day is it? And in what month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's you and me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and all of the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All of the things that I want to say just aren't coming out right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tripping on wordsYou've got my head spinning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing to proveAnd it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's something about you nowI can't quite figure out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything she does is beautiful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything she does is right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cause it's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing to loseAnd it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and me and all of the people with nothing to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And it's you and me and all of the people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What day is it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And in what month?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-111554644527815297?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/111554644527815297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=111554644527815297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/111554644527815297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/111554644527815297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2005/05/this-song-just-keeps-singing-in-my.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-111539165295910948</id><published>2005-05-06T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T08:25:37.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>certificate of pledge</title><content type='html'>i, nina louise, solemnly pledge to fulfill the duties of a certified hopeless romantic. The following rules are to be strictly followed at all hopeless romantic times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; cry with ur best friend during a teary, mushy movie&lt;br /&gt;&gt; listen to love radio and mellow touch at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;&gt; drool over brad, tom, josh, jude....ahhh...whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; believe in the so-called "other half"&lt;br /&gt;&gt; make a bet with your friend as to when u will finally meet ur soulmate&lt;br /&gt;&gt; use the pink love calculator (kal-ka-leytor) to make a rough estimation of u and ur...ehem...prince charming (wut?#!)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; be proud ("it's not yet my time...he'll come")&lt;br /&gt;&gt; trust in signs ("gosh! i think he's the one!")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**wenk**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-111539165295910948?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/111539165295910948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=111539165295910948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/111539165295910948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/111539165295910948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2005/05/certificate-of-pledge.html' title='certificate of pledge'/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7244493.post-109041711499520665</id><published>2004-07-21T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T06:38:34.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A lot of us have undergone, and lots will still undergo, the agony in deciding whether or not to declare our undying affection to someone. But most of us just endure the torture of being silent and suppressing the truth. Why the choice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling the truth is not as virtuous as most religions would have wanted us to believe, if by virtuous we mean to say it is naturally and inherently good that is . Truth hurts. Reality bites. Haven't we heard enough? I guess we haven't, and we seem to have this addiction of dwelling in pain. How have we become so masochistic? Perhaps it is when religion implicitly taught us to equate virtue with pain and vice with pleasure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we love, romantically speaking, we rarely choose to declare our love because we know doing so would make us vulnerable. It is wrong to open ourselves out to someone who could take our emotions away, just to wrestle with them only to later on throw them away. We'd rather choose to suffer in silence. Most of the time, this option is extremely melancholy, worse than the fear of rejection or deliberate deception, and it seems only natural that a person would prefer this option. Why? because it's personal, because self-inflicted pain is more acceptable than one that is externally inflicted. Why? because that's how we embrace life. Besides, misery should not seek company; misery should be taken care of without it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find the act of confessing our undying love similar to suicide, and I know a lot of people will agree with me on this. This is not because our honesty would necessarily cost us our dear lives, but more because of the idea of the act being irreversible. In suicide, if we succeed, we can't say, "whoops, I didn't mean to cut my wrist and loose a huge amount of blood", or cry "I'm sorry, I didn't know jumping off the 40th floor would crash my skull and make my brain splatter on the ground," or wail "Whoa, so walking in front of a very fast-moving vehicle would be fatal, I have to tell the others, I have to live." We can't shout apologies, and say sorry can we come back to life now? When we kill ourselves, we die. Confessing our love would be quite similar, although not as gory as it sounds.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my case, there is that awful stage where I almost hope for the plausibility of him knowing how I feel about him, that maybe I don't have to confess and that I only have to affirm whatever assumption he has of me. That's when I hate him the most. I have the audacity to hope that he might discover it for himself. But whenever I think I am giving him the liberty to assume, it seems his density level goes beyond any scientific formula could ever compute. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I have to ask, why then should I let him in? Why should I share this suffering, this burden? Why should I utter the words "I love you", when this would mean I will end up joining those herds of romantic crooks who have misused and abused the phrase, they've trivialized it so much it no longer bears the meaning of pure and genuine affection. I'm too good for that, I won't give in. Between suffering in silence and losing my life in honesty, I would choose the safer one, I would rather keep my mouth sealed. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;But what difference does it make, I still suffer, I still writhe in despair. In the end, I want something to hold on to. I want to be proven wrong, tell me to choose the other option.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7244493-109041711499520665?l=angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/feeds/109041711499520665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7244493&amp;postID=109041711499520665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/109041711499520665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7244493/posts/default/109041711499520665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angtipokongmulto.blogspot.com/2004/07/lot-of-us-have-undergone-and-lots-will.html' title=''/><author><name>nina louise</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17551271010266140603</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
