<?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-18632715</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:59:47.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i-am-lost</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-115260706985258303</id><published>2006-07-11T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T01:38:35.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| Young Adult's Less Sentiment</title><content type='html'>It's been a year since our last goodbyes. We've separated with the underrated deliberation of your adulthood. I'm still youthful back then. Perhaps, much of my regrets we're soon to slowly form, realizing that I made a bunch of mistakes for you and for us. However, I also tried my best to be better than the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you my parents were too happy to still have their only daughter, me, the bachelor. I have really lived well as you may see. The 'cool off' worked out for me as the finest. How I could freely go without your family-oriented-consent and do any of the acts that I want. It's just so crazy going liberally. Truly crazy that I didn't know how this would happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't fleeting and it scares me. I am now seeing flashbacks and it's not simply black and white. Thus, it is highly tinted with neon to clearly depict what went before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm missing you that it makes me weaker to lament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for causing you all the blame.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if I canceled everything going and not supporting your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for rejecting the proposal.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sorry for all the pain and troubles.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for letting you go.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for not being with you perpetually.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry for ranting, just now. For not letting you know that I, also suffered a little. That though you loved me unconditionally and I did not, I haven't endured yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please don't keep me ranting. I just need your greetings. Damn, you cannot forget.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-115260706985258303?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/115260706985258303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=115260706985258303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/115260706985258303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/115260706985258303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/07/young-adults-less-sentiment.html' title='&gt;&gt;| Young Adult&apos;s Less Sentiment'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-115011168401159056</id><published>2006-06-12T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:26:22.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| kawaii, ne? I'm soooo Junified.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/arashilove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/arashilove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeeeeepp! I'm done with Gokusen 1 and HYD 1, next is Kimi wa Petto, and then the Tokyo Tower. Awwwness. That dorky guy do really carry off his role. Can't help lurving him, obsessively watching those videos on hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irene's here a while ago. Heck, she's also Junified. Told her that I'm planning to fly over Japan and meet Jun. Lols! Am I craving that much?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-115011168401159056?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/115011168401159056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=115011168401159056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/115011168401159056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/115011168401159056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/06/kawaii-ne-im-soooo-junified.html' title='&gt;&gt;| kawaii, ne? I&apos;m soooo Junified.'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114985631385984501</id><published>2006-06-09T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T05:31:56.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| (..trust isn't necessary) fix me without it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/orange.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/200/orange.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm screaming out inside. But there's no one around!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/beyski1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/200/beyski1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm on the outside, waiting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHEESY, that is. Yea, super! He shouldn't opened it forever. I shouldn't bought him that kind of shitty stuff! Now, it's almost coming. The end of yesterday, the start of tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooooo screwed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you be forever innocent?&lt;br /&gt;Can we just hide what isn't necessary?&lt;br /&gt;Can you just forget it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't LOVE ok?!&lt;br /&gt;For you don't know what it means.&lt;br /&gt;And you, you are still naive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I saying this?&lt;br /&gt;Let me ask you first, can you &lt;strong&gt;love me when I'm gone?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after, you will understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Just the time when your heart stings with pain.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114985631385984501?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114985631385984501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114985631385984501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114985631385984501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114985631385984501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/06/trust-isnt-necessary-fix-me-without-it.html' title='&gt;&gt;| (..trust isn&apos;t necessary) fix me without it'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114926330223763645</id><published>2006-06-02T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T09:05:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| Feminine Focus</title><content type='html'>Salve! Finally, I'm fuckiningly done with the cracker box! Great! More lessons for me to go (particularly in texturing, camera, and animation).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy the whole day by not just dreaming. But yea, at this instant, I am Blog-ging, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc messaged me last night to see him. The wee hours of the night made me inept to do it. Declining the invitation, he still insisted. I stride in the vicinity of the single-ajar-window, as I saw him standing outside while my dog barks. It was witty-sugary. I haven't felt the heavens for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart almost pounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not because of &lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;It's because of &lt;strong&gt;them&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offered myself a cup of milk to sip before going to bed. After all, I discern to have my-all-time-yet-seasonal-drama-syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can escape from the past.&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I know where the exit is.&lt;br /&gt;But then, it does haunt me, consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is escaping wrong?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Else, is escaping right?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Options are given.&lt;br /&gt;You can merely choose what you want or what to do.&lt;br /&gt;And so, that's my decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is what I opt.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I mostly escape from those memoirs, both liking and disliking them in purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Now, try to count as many as you can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;From a non-prince you knew to the fullest of the unhappy fairytale story ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;(This is in random.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DO LIKE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;JB JAYS ONIN WAR JED NEIL JOBERT JOVIE JOHN FERDS MB JM CARLO TJ ICKO IAN OBETH JICE JHU AR JEFF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's cunningly cute.&lt;br /&gt;he's friggin' new.&lt;br /&gt;he's one of the smart-ass-but-non-geek-school-boy.&lt;br /&gt;he has the shot to make me like him.&lt;br /&gt;he's a hottie.&lt;br /&gt;he's sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;he's the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;he's seemingly matured.&lt;br /&gt;he's simply the bestest.&lt;br /&gt;he's not stupid.&lt;br /&gt;of music and/or his band(particularly of his voice/talent).&lt;br /&gt;of his moves.&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to unite as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I DON'T LIKE HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a player.&lt;br /&gt;he might have STDs.&lt;br /&gt;he's just my best bud.&lt;br /&gt;he lacks passion, charm, security, adventure, individuality, respect,&lt;br /&gt;or even assets.&lt;br /&gt;he's one scorfano-guy-for-the-public-not-to-see-me-walking-&lt;br /&gt;holding-or-talking-to.&lt;br /&gt;he's younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;he's very insensitve.&lt;br /&gt;of his attitude or religion.&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored talking/walking with him.&lt;br /&gt;he's committed, engaged, or married.&lt;br /&gt;I simply hate to give in and start falling for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Lock, stock and barrel, there are twenty-one boyfriend-materials to choose from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Others" from the past are excluded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's alright.&lt;br /&gt;You can stop counting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I like it being single.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114926330223763645?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114926330223763645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114926330223763645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114926330223763645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114926330223763645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/06/feminine-focus.html' title='&gt;&gt;| Feminine Focus'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114809200087613127</id><published>2006-05-20T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T19:59:17.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| using YouTube</title><content type='html'>In a minute, i'll be able to watch SpongeCola's Music Vid of Jeepney (at last! woohoo!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for it in MYX daily top 10 (morning and noon/dawn countdown), but I haven't seen it yet because of the bluff (the other "Jeepney" Vid of Kala, that is). Lols. Imagine how I could stand it? Waiting 'til the top of the chart just to realize that Kala had the first place. Oh well, that is really fuckining and annoying. It really pissed me off. And yea, Joan as well (while we chat or text). But it would pissed off more people and not just the two of us, especially to those who voted. Is it MYX error? Oh I don't know, but I do care (when it comes to SC). Hah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm cutting my story there and just thank the one who uploaded it to YouTube. Whoa. Haha. I've been waiting for this link! Really! Thank You YouTube (for having suchBroadcast), and for those who made/makes the upload.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, here's the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Download : &lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/20661606/Sponge_Cola_-_Jeepney.mpg.html"&gt;http://rapidshare.de/files/20661606/Sponge_Cola_-_Jeepney.mpg.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To View : &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=zcSuBWHffgY&amp;search=myx"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=zcSuBWHffgY&amp;amp;search=myx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tag : Myx, Spongecola, Jeepney, OPM)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawrs! Mas cool talaga ang Net (refering to the Internet as is)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing the whole group (SC boys, roadies/techies, listers I met, and the light! Yikes! haha). Tadah tadah. I miss IRENE the most (wala tayong gig this May, nasobrahan last month? gawd! how about this June? ano na kaya?)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imma watch the vid now....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114809200087613127?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114809200087613127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114809200087613127' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114809200087613127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114809200087613127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/05/using-youtube.html' title='&gt;&gt;| using YouTube'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114735310657979236</id><published>2006-05-11T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T06:13:38.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| for joan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/joai%20copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/joai%20copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114735310657979236?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114735310657979236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114735310657979236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114735310657979236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114735310657979236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-joan.html' title='&gt;&gt;| for joan'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114674573358720734</id><published>2006-05-04T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T05:28:53.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| refreshed?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/000_4452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/000_4452.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114674573358720734?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114674573358720734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114674573358720734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114674573358720734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114674573358720734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/05/refreshed.html' title='&gt;&gt;| refreshed?'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114640588368176978</id><published>2006-04-30T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T07:21:26.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| datequest</title><content type='html'>"bless me father, for i will sin.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually it's not a sin reading that book.&lt;br /&gt;merely a fiction that we'll enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ codes, tombs, tales, history, science, sex, rituals, christianity, temples, murder, rose, holy grail, museums, symbols, fresco, et cetera..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ain't that clever for Dan Brown's work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ope that the movieworld here won't be banning it for whatevers' sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea,&lt;br /&gt;i'm not good in decoding and even coding as is,&lt;br /&gt;let's just date on 19th and watch the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/thedavincicode_bigteaser.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/200/thedavincicode_bigteaser.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114640588368176978?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114640588368176978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114640588368176978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114640588368176978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114640588368176978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/04/datequest.html' title='&gt;&gt;| datequest'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114455932833262817</id><published>2006-04-09T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T21:26:44.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| eerie.</title><content type='html'>looks like you are lost last night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the way you walk.&lt;br /&gt;the way you talk.&lt;br /&gt;the way you snob.&lt;br /&gt;the way you observe.&lt;br /&gt;the way you look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you forgot to hug me. rawr you! was it because of them (cause they don't know our story)? or was it because of her (that made you this cold and mad)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"kailan mo ba matututunan?&lt;br /&gt;kailan mo ba ipagsisigawan?&lt;br /&gt;'di mo na ipagkakailang tayo?&lt;br /&gt;kaydami ng pinagdaanan&lt;br /&gt;ano pa bang iyong kailangan?&lt;br /&gt;nagsusumamo na sabihin mo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn good lines &lt;strong&gt;FOR YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;just &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;[lines\lyrics from sc's pasubali]&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/18632715-114455932833262817?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114455932833262817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114455932833262817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114455932833262817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114455932833262817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/04/eerie.html' title='&gt;&gt;| eerie.'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114415635609552040</id><published>2006-04-04T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T06:17:54.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| another used to be</title><content type='html'>yesterday, i was about to blog this entry &gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;------------------------title-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&gt;&gt;fall like it's suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;------------------------begin------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"what did he said?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nothing. just that, don't fall for him"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"and for what reason is that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"he's sick..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no, he wasn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just can't cross the limits.&lt;br /&gt;We are 'we' without love at all.&lt;br /&gt;We secretly enjoy being friends with ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I won't be ranting in the end. I decided to win,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;by not falling, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;-------------------------end-------------------------&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, I didn't had the chance to post it for it'll be a BIG DAMN LIE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved him before and it'll be this easy to fall for him all over again. And guess what, I already did for the 2nd time. That is sharp, i know, but who wouldn't? I mean, look, he's my type since Jeff's time. Erm. I just wanna rant now, so let me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cryout.&lt;br /&gt;Lament.&lt;br /&gt;But NO to Suicide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*then sings out loud*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"and i don't want us to become ANOTHER USED TO BE"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The title says so.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nuf said now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114415635609552040?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114415635609552040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114415635609552040' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114415635609552040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114415635609552040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/04/another-used-to-be.html' title='&gt;&gt;| another used to be'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114396216794475236</id><published>2006-04-02T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:26:39.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| story of the two lucky late lads</title><content type='html'>10:32am's shoutout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uwaw. can't believe it's 10 something already. jeng jeng! haha yelly's whatsoever. hmm.. last dawn (not night) was great! rock en roll baby! i had the chance to go out even it's 12:30am. already, though yea, that's merely a block away.. lol! at first i thought imma have a social suicide for not going. ic's here like around 9pm and i totally accepted the crap that i can't go because of lola. i did rant and almost cried over it. excuse me but it's not lame! look, yani's there while i am here, yet the distance is too close. that's fuckining in mind! but thanks to dad, he came here to the rescue!! wohooo!! then i told ic to hit the road. oh how dorky! haha. it was late, really. and we're there to interact with those 'sikat sa opm'. 'sikat' but the people don't know how their music beat and hit. whoa the people (the audience my dear) were trying so hard and that is sooo gay. yes, they we're so gay. haha. moving on, ic and i waited inside (and not just inside, plus it with 'upstairs' heh *grin*). woo! for now, connections with the big ones were really that good. this is reality baby! i even tagged with the mayor and the manager of the said pub. lol. i'm a grown up kiddo. you dorky meepers! haha. then the group went to our place, with first to see the drummer - bogs, then some P.A., next was ic's inlike (and also mine's) - dok, then there was ely, and lastly, sir y, yelly's big bro, juliet's romeo - yani. awww.. my biggest crush nowadays.. yikeee to me. haha. i smiled at yani as he smiled back, recalling the worthy pic in MET that he signed at the 6UG (the group's home of music). y's face seemingly asked my presence. i didn't kept my eyes staring yani, but i know where he is. i'm soo happy seeing him again. and yes, happier when we had our shot, again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i remember my ex's cuz, she insisted too (after seeing how... uhm....)&lt;br /&gt;'whoa. ang swerte mo, naka-akbay pa sa waist'&lt;br /&gt;'hehe'&lt;br /&gt;'ako din kunan mo kasama yun'&lt;br /&gt;'ok, go to yani and ask him'&lt;br /&gt;'eh nakakahiya'&lt;br /&gt;'ok. i'll look for dok muna'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i had it with diane before going to dok. i'm liking diane after the said shot, she is nice, and i love the lyrics of the track she used to sing. i love her song and it's vampire no more! lol. and dok, oooh dok, he looks good with those shades. yikee to my girl ic. hehehe. so what about armo? hmm.. now, that's the question to be asked! oh anyways, i had this great conv with dok. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oh, i better go now, there's your..'&lt;br /&gt;'nde.. uh, hindi naman ako nakain ng seafoods, i mean, hindi ako mahilig sa seafoods'&lt;br /&gt;'haha. see you na lang sa dish'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*then umepal na si mayor with his kiddos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just some lines and there, we stepped down and went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayy.. i wanna see them again. Dish gig please. hehe. ic hear me! listen listen! Disssssssssssssssshhhhh..!! hahaha. i love you broa, i enjoyed it (from the bonding sessions here and there.. oh oh there you go), so please, make it happen.. again, dish!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*big hug or self hug? both!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bey's birthday tomorrow. hugs and kisses to my bey! i'm soo missing him. text text text... haha. do the bey thing! lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114396216794475236?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114396216794475236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114396216794475236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114396216794475236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114396216794475236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/04/story-of-two-lucky-late-lads.html' title='&gt;&gt;| story of the two lucky late lads'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114371544066869046</id><published>2006-03-30T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T23:13:22.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| whoopsie bubblegum on the friendzone</title><content type='html'>status : focusing on myself =|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to be perfect. yet all i can do is to sob. lament me! argh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayy.. i haven't applied yet =/ i'm enjoying the air of a tempo bum muna. uwaw! that is so gaaaay! fuckingly-monstrous, i'm almost playing dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not like my cm's dadeh and mameh. both of them were really living. busy working, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos nga eh, dadeh is a call boy na. guess why?! he's working in a call center kasi.. *grin* hahahaha. makapag call girl nga rin. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been missing everything and everyone lately. and yea, puro boys yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got this bitterly-sweet idea after watching 'just friends'.. omg, Chris Klein is sooo likable now. having that charm of freddie prinze jr. would sure hit it. *grin* darning hoooot! try it guys and girls. before it'll be overrated. like ***-es. you get it? uwaw! you are soooo damn bright! yikkeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;link @ http://jed-i.blogspot.com for your rawrs with self-hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ a lss of "pero mahal kita wala ng hahanapin pang iba.. handa akong mag tiis kahit na away away away na 'to!" (that's the chorus part. pero ayos din ung bridge with the same chords ng torete... pero ang pinaka, ung last effect. isa pang whoopsie!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114371544066869046?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114371544066869046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114371544066869046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114371544066869046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114371544066869046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/03/whoopsie-bubblegum-on-friendzone.html' title='&gt;&gt;| whoopsie bubblegum on the friendzone'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114337739801272576</id><published>2006-03-26T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T05:05:11.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| "di alam kung tatakbo o kusang lalayo sa'yo"</title><content type='html'>went to church alone. as is na yon, i'm single eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom told me to go to church even without that someone (or merely 'someone'). i know.. i know.. and i have to, really.. and so i did. i have to thank God for all those blessings (..and counting! oh yea!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and guess who was seated beside me? count 1 to 3 and start now! haha.. ok, stop! it's Jeison. one of my ex-es with the duplicated-yael's-image-and-voice. yay! pa-epal siya most of the time. but this time is different. DINEDMA ko siya. uwaw! i'm really changing. *smugs* and i'm lovin' it. who wouldn't? that's the right way to snob and reject the come back of yesterday's. soooo righteous of me baby! though i miss having a real 'karir'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*freakingly pissed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind says, "it's difficult".&lt;br /&gt;heart says, "it's breaking".&lt;br /&gt;and i say, "I SHOULD".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'll stay "single" as is&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with 'karirs' naman yon eh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114337739801272576?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114337739801272576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114337739801272576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114337739801272576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114337739801272576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/03/di-alam-kung-tatakbo-o-kusang-lalayo.html' title='&gt;&gt;| &quot;di alam kung tatakbo o kusang lalayo sa&apos;yo&quot;'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114311473642459935</id><published>2006-03-23T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T03:52:16.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| Cannot find server's effect</title><content type='html'>argh. soo seemingly got my own mall tour for 3 days (except yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;*much laughs and angst* wala akong nabibiling gusto ko para sa sarili ko eh. gawwddd.. next time, i won't be mall-ing with some other seniors *shuttts* mom and dad and lola (and joan and jam) is wayyyy tooo goooood and betterrrr and lovelllllllyyy to mallhop.. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm missing my kurtofski (with all his 'banat lines' and whatnots). i'm missing jed as well (oooh! the polar bear hug in every nightly gig). pati si jesse, and trix, and the sc boys (esp yellybelly and sir y).. yay! i really need to go out and be with them again..... and that is ..... SOON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;punish me for not going this month. hmft! i promise to exist as march ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114311473642459935?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114311473642459935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114311473642459935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114311473642459935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114311473642459935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/03/cannot-find-servers-effect_23.html' title='&gt;&gt;| Cannot find server&apos;s effect'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114295792800472526</id><published>2006-03-22T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:18:48.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| the antonym of love</title><content type='html'>after having my photos transferred here, i posted it on my friendster acc immediately for the public's itch, together with captions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing's harsh.&lt;br /&gt;nothing's evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wrote it justly, reasonably, honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"good old days will remain as heart learns.. promised or not, it will."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..with the nicest smile i ever did that night, i never thought of having this kind of come back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i do not remember days, i remember moments."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! that's a hella fine answer to hit me through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feel like ranting now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much sob and i can't take it longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm hating you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seemingly a real hate that is soon to impart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114295792800472526?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114295792800472526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114295792800472526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114295792800472526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114295792800472526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/03/antonym-of-love.html' title='&gt;&gt;| the antonym of love'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114291994913724691</id><published>2006-03-21T13:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T21:47:06.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| hope to dope</title><content type='html'>We lost break twice and I am one lucky fuck to live and be productive with that curse of love and life. I told Kurtofski about all those. Funny how it happened, funny how things happen as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just another angry day to live by... and why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm lacking the initiative now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't break the news of love-ass materials, even what is real.&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I'm starting to hate some people really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucktards! I need a self hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sooo learned a lot about life and you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114291994913724691?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114291994913724691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114291994913724691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114291994913724691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114291994913724691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/03/hope-to-dope.html' title='&gt;&gt;| hope to dope'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114295167091962781</id><published>2006-03-21T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T04:58:03.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| trip it with google</title><content type='html'>link @ &lt;a href="http://007google.com/eihcamhai.aspx"&gt;http://007google.com/eihcamhai.aspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114295167091962781?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114295167091962781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114295167091962781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114295167091962781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114295167091962781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/03/trip-it-with-google.html' title='&gt;&gt;| trip it with google'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114192789413634049</id><published>2006-03-10T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T10:11:34.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| lament with airs</title><content type='html'>it's 2 am and i'm done with our user's manual. i'll be sleeping in a while.. wishing next that it'll be forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nakakainis ka eh!'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114192789413634049?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114192789413634049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114192789413634049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114192789413634049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114192789413634049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/03/lament-with-airs.html' title='&gt;&gt;| lament with airs'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114173841041001242</id><published>2006-03-07T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T05:57:38.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| buhaya's day-off</title><content type='html'>i'll keep this entry simple and straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos na sana ang lahat eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my project and take home exam in compiler are both signed by our prof.&lt;br /&gt;- my report in phil consti passed with flying remarks (that is to be presented until friday).&lt;br /&gt;- i'm 4 hours early for our config exam in cisco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yea. that was heartening. pero fuckshit! ZERO kami sa config exam. wowwwww eh! know why? one of my groupmates took that exam with her notes. and yes, our group failed because of her idiocy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'alam mo nahihiya ako sa'yo.. nadamay ka pa. graduating ka pa naman'&lt;br /&gt;'ok lang. bakit naman kasi gumamit pa siya ng notes.. nasasagot ko naman yung mga tanong niya diba?'&lt;br /&gt;'sorry talaga'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damnnn.. i don't deserve that eh. ano ba! fuckining config lang yon! i don't deserve that group. i don't deserve that grade. config yon eh.. my desired subject above all tomes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tangina kung d lang ako papasa d2 sa exam sana d na ko nag Com Sci'&lt;br /&gt;'oo nga. sna nag IM o kaya nag IT na lang tayo'&lt;br /&gt;'oi hindi na! magcacaregiver na lang ako... 9months? with certificate.. hahaha fuckshit yon'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but ok, tropa ko yung prof and she told me to retake the config exam tomorrow morning. yea thanks. i need that shit eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much of that darniest, my exes and crushes were also there. even bart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what happened just happened..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaguhan.&lt;br /&gt;barahan.&lt;br /&gt;asaran.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same as is. nakakasawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'uubusin pa ba kayong mga com sci?'&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'oo. mas mahalaga kasi kami sa inyo eh'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'o anong nangyari sa exam niyo?'&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'tigilan mo ko!'&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'suplada mo ah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'mukha kang tanga ah, buong araw ka na nag-aantay jan'&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'oo nga eh. ikaw rin naman. haha.'&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'edi umuwi ka na. magyosi ka na lang'&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'kanina pa nga eh. tara yosi'&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'o sige. bye.'&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'hahaha.. marunong ka ba sa cabling?'&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'oo naman. palagay mo sakin?'&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'yabang. turuan mo ko.'&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'haha. wag na. hayaan na lang kita bumagsak.'&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'ganon?'&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'yea.. dun na nga ako. nakakatamad dito. walang matinong kausap.'&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'oo nga eh. wala ngang matinong kausap.'&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'tsk. sige na.'&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'huy mamaya na. stay ka muna dito...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'oi, i'm going home na'&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'ok. ingat'&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'hug?'&lt;br /&gt;bart: *giving a hug*&lt;br /&gt;mhai: 'joke lang yon pards. naniwala ka?'&lt;br /&gt;bart: 'mga trip mo nanaman noh'&lt;br /&gt;mhai: *grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stoooooooory. lol. wala naman yan eh. harking back lang so i wrote it as well. masaya kasing makipag-gaguhan (not literally). pero, it's almost fading now. really.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114173841041001242?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114173841041001242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114173841041001242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114173841041001242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114173841041001242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/03/buhayas-day-off.html' title='&gt;&gt;| buhaya&apos;s day-off'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114113504125614788</id><published>2006-02-28T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T06:02:38.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| catch it, it's yours</title><content type='html'>there are much more important things to be done now but i promise to do it later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just have to write what i want to.. it'll be not so lame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here we go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bart may be the god i wanted to serve. hah. without fake acts and self-glorified pride, i really would like to be her doll. funny! 'the bum doll of a god' as my idiotic mind once imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but time warps, changing everything and even moves the unmoved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, myself can't help it.. cause i'm pretty sure of the fact that i cannot wait forever for him to fix me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rescues can be done with some other, better person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perhaps i should be moving on for there's nothing and noone to hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;you are existing no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my washed out love,&lt;br /&gt;the love that happened to be hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be pissed off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate to be depressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate it when i sob and emo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how could i hate such when the reason of my writing is hate itself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;am i hating you in purpose?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114113504125614788?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114113504125614788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114113504125614788' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114113504125614788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114113504125614788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/02/catch-it-its-yours.html' title='&gt;&gt;| catch it, it&apos;s yours'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114088162914012201</id><published>2006-02-25T23:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:33:49.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| prepare to shut</title><content type='html'>you are not like them, so you in every aspect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you rant&lt;br /&gt;when you sob&lt;br /&gt;when you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but people hates you for being you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad&lt;br /&gt;harsh&lt;br /&gt;cruel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disappointing? for them it is, yet for me, it doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like you though you are often too proud and confident&lt;br /&gt;i like you because you are strong&lt;br /&gt;i like you that i can't even tell you i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;screw you brutha.. i shouldn't be thinking of you now =/ this is so fuckining..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114088162914012201?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114088162914012201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114088162914012201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114088162914012201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114088162914012201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/02/prepare-to-shut.html' title='&gt;&gt;| prepare to shut'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114077758147730429</id><published>2006-02-24T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T07:32:18.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| c'mon baby, let's breathe...</title><content type='html'>finally, an entry before the heart month ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i know how i've been busy the whole day (and the whole week as well). like ronald, some sensed me as a snob for whatever purpose they could think of. could you define busy in your mind? that's the bestest word to describe me right now. so just, do understand why.. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;much for that, at least i could still smile and laugh in times. but this is so tiring. it really is. but thank God for the delay of time. we'll be having our defense not for tomorrow but within the coming week (or maybe, next saturday as we assume). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa.. a real thanks! a lot. haha. that's superb. nice. nice. =) now, we can eat and rest on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a beautiful world in a peaceful mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, i could...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make.&lt;br /&gt;trip.&lt;br /&gt;lit.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's more relaxing right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help me breathe..&lt;br /&gt;fix.&lt;br /&gt;fix.&lt;br /&gt;fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh,&lt;br /&gt;hi world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazyyyy i (not me.. lol)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114077758147730429?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114077758147730429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114077758147730429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114077758147730429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114077758147730429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/02/cmon-baby-lets-breathe.html' title='&gt;&gt;| c&apos;mon baby, let&apos;s breathe...'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-114036881573242150</id><published>2006-02-20T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T09:06:55.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| when it's too open, it'll become too close</title><content type='html'>sya: oi, what's up.&lt;br /&gt;ako: kauwi mo lang?&lt;br /&gt;sya: heh, yeah. galing kaming gig sa guadalupe.&lt;br /&gt;ako: look mo yung av.. tapos ireremove ko rin.. buzz me kapag naview mo na&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;ako: ok.&lt;br /&gt;sya: kailangan ko na talagang magpagupit at magshave.&lt;br /&gt;ako: haha. ayos lang naman ah.&lt;br /&gt;ako: ang layo mo dun sa shot na yun&lt;br /&gt;sya: may shot naman na mas malapit diba&lt;br /&gt;ako: yea.. pero hindi gaanong maayos eh.&lt;br /&gt;ako: mas gusto ko yun&lt;br /&gt;ako: natural yung smile mo&lt;br /&gt;sya: heh..&lt;br /&gt;ako: haha. wala kang nasabi.&lt;br /&gt;sya: hindi naman ako ngumingiti eh.&lt;br /&gt;ako: nakasmile ka dun eh..&lt;br /&gt;ako: haha..&lt;br /&gt;sya: chambahan lang yon.&lt;br /&gt;sya: heh.&lt;br /&gt;ako: err.. sige hindi na.. pero gusto ko yung shot na yun&lt;br /&gt;sya: heh..&lt;br /&gt;sya: sige =)&lt;br /&gt;sya: teka, matutulog na ako, sobrang pagod na ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;sya: ingat ka ah. good night.&lt;br /&gt;sya has signed out. (2/20/2006 12:25 AM)&lt;br /&gt;ako: gnyt ***.. next time, hug me tight ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang kinalaman yung title.. naisip ko lang yung sinabi ng prof namin. tama naman ah. ganon yon kalabo. parang sya. sobrang labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn.. why should it be like this?&lt;br /&gt;though i know,&lt;br /&gt;it isn't of love at all..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-114036881573242150?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/114036881573242150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=114036881573242150' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114036881573242150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/114036881573242150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-its-too-open-itll-become-too.html' title='&gt;&gt;| when it&apos;s too open, it&apos;ll become too close'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113985182791565345</id><published>2006-02-14T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:30:27.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| you're a god and i am not</title><content type='html'>so do i have to say 'i love you'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a happy valentine's instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113974697339651254</id><published>2006-02-12T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T08:42:55.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| i'm missin' my glasses though there's a new one.. nasaan ka? nawala lang parang bula..</title><content type='html'>just got home from a busy sunday. yesterday too. and the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things happen not as exact as you may think. i reacted like a half child and half retarded. silly me but i really did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were overjoyed by the idea while singing "ligaya" out loud..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"tatlong oras na akong nagpapacute sa'yo"&lt;br /&gt;(yea 3 hours exactly)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"gagawin ko ang lahat pati ang thesis mo"&lt;br /&gt;(yikes.. a package deal?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"di naman ako manyakis tulad ng iba"&lt;br /&gt;(true or false?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laugh and rant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know what to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not used to be this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking ideal yet wicked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never did i told him to like me. yes, i'm pertaining to the guy who's helping us with our system. i need the program itself, not him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even with the help of my friends or my bestest cannot make me fall for someone new (that i don't even like for the first place).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look, my heart is locked with no one securing it. in time, it would be unlocked, i know. but the time isn't NOW. not yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my world started to rotate differently. have you ever sensed it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of the usual getups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not wanting any flirtables (as tj named it) or any dating games and whatnots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so stop the valentines competition of couples. i think that is overrated. for sweet is sweeter when it's private. though publicity's on the go especially on 14th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't feel you now. and i will not, even for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but how would you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe the stars will tell you tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and i forgot to tell..&lt;br /&gt;i happen to only fall for a god, and you are not, so it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nightmares for you my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't love,&lt;br /&gt;ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113974697339651254?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113974697339651254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113922516454863728</id><published>2006-02-06T19:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T03:52:44.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| "mag-alay tayo ng isang minuto para ipanalangin ang mga nasawi..."</title><content type='html'>fuckshit na balita yan&lt;br /&gt;hanggang ngayon tungkol pa rin sa stampede dun sa ultra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung bilang lang nga ng namatay ang nagbabago eh&lt;br /&gt;mula sa 60 naging 72, tapos ngayon 74 na (iba pa yung bilang ng mga nasugatan lang ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos eh&lt;br /&gt;wala na rin silang ginawa kundi magsisihan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang bobo kasi nila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang bobo ng mga squatter na yan&lt;br /&gt;masyado silang makasarili, mukhang pera, at ilusyonado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sisisihin pa nila ngayon ang abs&lt;br /&gt;tapos yung iba, ung wowowee mismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may pagkukulang nga ang abs/wowowee o yung pamahalaan para sa seguridad&lt;br /&gt;pero pagkukulang lang yon eh&lt;br /&gt;ang totoong may kasalanan, edi yang mga bobong squatter na yan na umepal para makapasok dun sa gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung may disiplina sila,&lt;br /&gt;kung may pinagaralan sila,&lt;br /&gt;magkakaganoon ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi diba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squatter nga kasi!&lt;br /&gt;mapaghangad na mga squatter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayoko sana magpost nito eh&lt;br /&gt;pero nauurat kasi ako&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ibabato mo sakin na sana hindi ako nanonood?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gago ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko maging updated kaya ako nanonood ng news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;updated sa mga pwedeng mangyari sa bawat araw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero kung gaya nga nito ang balita sa araw-araw&lt;br /&gt;at magiging updated lang ako sa bilang ng nasawi o nasugatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HUWAG NA LANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi na nga oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tumigil ka na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;epal ka rin eh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113922516454863728?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113922516454863728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113922516454863728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113922516454863728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113922516454863728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/02/mag-alay-tayo-ng-isang-minuto-para.html' title='&gt;&gt;| &quot;mag-alay tayo ng isang minuto para ipanalangin ang mga nasawi...&quot;'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113911998222913139</id><published>2006-02-05T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T05:58:18.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| The Mechanical Contrivium</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 8px; PADDING-LEFT: 8px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 8px; MARGIN: 15px; COLOR: #1a0a13; PADDING-TOP: 8px; FONT-FAMILY: georgia, helvetica, trebuchet ms, verdana, sans-serif; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #cfcf95"&gt;&lt;h2 style="PADDING-RIGHT: 2px; PADDING-LEFT: 2px; FONT-SIZE: 110%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 2px; PADDING-TOP: 2px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5; TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: #000; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #dfdfa5" href="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl?subject=Mhai&amp;gender=f"&gt;Ten Top Trivia Tips about Mhai!&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fingerprints of mhai are virtually indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they could be confused at a crime scene.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The mhai-fighting market in the Philippines is huge - several thousand mhai-fights take place there every day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mhaiicide is the killing of mhai.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In Chinese, the sound 'mhai' means 'bite the wax tadpole'!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mhai is incapable of sleep.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Duelling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are mhai!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are roughly 10,000 man-made objects the size of mhai orbiting the Earth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Research indicates that mhai will be attracted to people who have recently eaten bananas!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mhai is the traditional gift for a couple on their third wedding anniversary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Two thirds of the world's eggplant is grown in mhai!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; COLOR: #cfcf95; PADDING-TOP: 4px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #5f5f42; TEXT-ALIGN: center" action="http://thesurrealist.co.uk/trivia.pl" method="get"&gt;I am interested in &lt;input name="subject"&gt; - do tell me about&lt;select name="gender"&gt;&lt;option value="f"&gt;her&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="m"&gt;him&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="n"&gt;it&lt;/option&gt;&lt;option value="p"&gt;them&lt;/option&gt;&lt;/select&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Go"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113911998222913139?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113904016286569806</id><published>2006-02-04T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T22:10:24.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| choose one and pass [mine's martini]</title><content type='html'>bacardi&lt;br /&gt;[if you're single and love it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vodka&lt;br /&gt;[if you're single and like whatever happens,&lt;br /&gt;happens...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smirnoff&lt;br /&gt;[if you like someone but they dont know]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;margarita&lt;br /&gt;[if you're taken]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wine coolers&lt;br /&gt;[if you like someone who doesn't like you back]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;martini&lt;br /&gt;[if u are confused about someone]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack daniels&lt;br /&gt;[if you feel like giving up on love all together]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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through. Sigh. It isn't that hard but I'm making it badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this hanky issue for almost 15 days and this is not a pab story to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after retreat, another event will explode as our org commemorates (seeing that it'll be my last year to stick with those events).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, I bought 2 tix for the pre pageant night... one for me, and the other is reserved for whoever chap that will be tagging up. My girlfriends also bought their own tix and planned to support our classmate who'll be representing our section, but before the show started they had their own line of attacks and went off with their cronies (or followers as I call them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked Bart to see me at the front gate as I get there. He waited as if calmed for several minutes until I showed up. I shut for a while, thinking he is already pissed off. He noticed it as he holds close and tight, almost saying 'apology accepted'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were there the whole show, seated at the last row in the center, making lines and sweet jests. It wasn't disturbing, and wasn't the PDA as couples does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days after the next seem to be superb, purely like the days before it was (referring to our retreat). We exchange letters to lines, double up the laughs, and tell the likes. I didn't lose the count. We exist even at dawn. He'll drive me home and kisses the night. Everyday is a happy day. Everyday lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week speed up, and we are still we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another event will soon be boosting around our org. Bart and their section will organize the early 7o'clock mass and a day-to-afternoon seminar, while we're about to design for the 'battle of the bands' to be tolerated that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night came, and I'm under the weather. He ordered 2 tix for us and escorted me. I can't snub his invitation just because of that fever. It's all set. So, I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As printed, we went there on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many were still alarmed about us. They gag and ask us how we were, and we have to tell them nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after the mingling sessions, we went inside, placing ourselves on the last center table (our preferred place to settle). We parked there, watching how the staffs assist the bands to perform in a while, and the wine waiters that were not yet done with their handiwork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chanted with the music they played. Stuck and bored I consider, Filipino time my dear, the guest will arrive later than the late. Heave a sigh, fluky me that the tracks were from the Eheads Tribute. I am to enjoy the music and the music itself as is. He hums and rather stares. I did stare too, but not as lengthy as he could. A little annoyed of what he is doing, I cut back and initiated, asking the stupidest question one could ask. And as expected, he answered with the stupidest answers he could think of. That way, we may perhaps overlook whichever sluggishness we were in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle started later than our patience of one hour. Tip.. Tipsy.. Tip.. Tipsy.. Tip.. More bands to go and I see myself half way drunk. Yet, I can still drink for I could still notice my ex to perform that night. Well yea, I had him on my cam though it was a blurry shot. Cheers! More sober for me and for him!! I'm not yet drunk that time, i'm just half drunk.. So I am to drink another half of the half of what is half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sob.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't struggle.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't squeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I did next is to ask him... ask him to bring me home right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me to relax but I didn't listen. I don't want to stay there, its loud, of course it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I insist what I wanted so he had no choice but to go after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The battle wasn't over as we walked out. I know what's going on while my head spins. I may well hear those who screamed for their desired 'fag band'. That was really loud that I am about to bloat... and the next thing he did is to hand me his hanky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned home safely like a baby with her nanny. Then, I went upstairs without thinking how he will exit mom's interrogation. I slept as soon as I entered my room. I didn't even bother to think of my things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, I woke up remembering my idiocy the night before. I smiled as I saw his hanky next to me. Then, I looked for my cam and phone. Present! It was there! Haha. But I can't find my glasses. Perhaps, I misplaced it somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting about the glasses, I still have my phone. So what I did next is to send him an apology note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day after, he replied but he's seemingly awkward. As it become constant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't turn the time back to correct my wrong doings. I just have to accept each upshot. Consequences as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I act contrite though nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry.&lt;br /&gt;I rant.&lt;br /&gt;I bleed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been doing this for 15 days, and yes it's counting. It won't stop there as is. I know it won't. For as long as I feel the pain of yesterdays, the hanky will be tightly tied up in my wrist, with my heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is my destiny. To be able to know you that quick before you have to leave me that swift. That was nice. Sure it is. And though you're causing me pain, I'm still thankful for what our destiny did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time, I promise not to drink again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to drink again.&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to drink again.&lt;br /&gt;I promise not to drink again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I won't be typing it 100x or more.&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to stop here and type it for the last time, all in caps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I PROMISE NOT TO DRINK AGAIN WHEN I AM SICK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pretty good pledge right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Genie, I command you to do my wish as I have my vow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I'll be wishing that after this life, destiny may let us meet again."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuckshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a... once upon a time without a happy ending.&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/18632715-113893869260213610?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113893869260213610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113893869260213610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113893869260213610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113893869260213610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/02/worst-of-best-bestest-of-worsest.html' title='&gt;&gt;| worst of the best bestest of the worsest'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113875747573017769</id><published>2006-02-01T09:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T06:15:51.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| for rent</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sellout here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea, i've been so disappointing with the thought of being just by myself now. how lame isn't it? yadah yadah yadah.. it's not for the heart's day you may be thinking. enough for that reason (for that'll be more lame).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really don't care if i don't have any date on 14th. but if someone would ask me (wishing it's him), that'll be pleasingly all right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couples are in demand when february comes&lt;br /&gt;and it's already february.. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;argh.&lt;br /&gt;stupid thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm not being bitterly mad of what is.&lt;br /&gt;and i got no subject with what i am writing.&lt;br /&gt;i just have to write now to stop my ranting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113875747573017769?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113875747573017769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113875747573017769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113875747573017769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113875747573017769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mia.mgcdn.us/xoxk/16.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mia.mgcdn.us/xoxk/1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113833231520640804?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113833231520640804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113833231520640804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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lang, maganda, bagay sayo"&lt;br /&gt;"ano nga?"&lt;br /&gt;"anong alin?"&lt;br /&gt;"sige na laitin mo na ako.. pagkatapos ano"&lt;br /&gt;"haha. hindi eh. yun nga lang"&lt;br /&gt;"sus"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113833212892261311?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113833212892261311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113833212892261311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113833212892261311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113833212892261311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/after-8640-minutes-this-is-still-clear.html' title='&gt;&gt;| after 8640 minutes, this is still clear in my head without beer'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113833193515813623</id><published>2006-01-25T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:18:55.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| Try to appreciate the beauty with my mistakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Last night I drew the dead colors of my own. It's a mixture of my dark moments with you and with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dullness made me do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an art to be valued at last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good looks of the bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Funny" how I did it&lt;br /&gt;"Clever" as they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and "Pain" as you caused it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; (I wish I could write this with the blood I used for my painting)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113833193515813623?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113833193515813623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113833193515813623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113833193515813623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113833193515813623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/try-to-appreciate-beauty-with-my.html' title='&gt;&gt;| Try to appreciate the beauty with my mistakes'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113802025979459297</id><published>2006-01-23T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T05:23:49.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| yay! from an unknown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;09262846140 : Hi! must n?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mhai-numero : yea.. who's this?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;09262846140 : db ikw c mitch?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mhai-numero : no i'm not.. you got the wrong number. who's mitch nga pala? maybe i knw her..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;(look, i'm asking for the surname of that mitch ah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;09262846140 : Sori h. Im yeoj, hw abt u?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mhai-numero : typical tactic to do.. why is it too obvious? what do you need ah?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;09262846140 : Do u knw mitch? Cn u b my txtm8.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;mhai-numero : how will i know the mitch you are referring to if you're just throwing me those unwanted answers? you're making yourself as stupid as it shouldn't be. funny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;yun lang yun eh, gusto ko lang talaga ilagay dito para kung may nakakaalam ng numero ko at gusto akong gaguhin e magkaroon siya ng ideya na sa ibang paraan ako nagagago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at oo, suplada talaga ako sa tanga.&lt;br /&gt;(lalo na pag masama ang gising ko sa gabi.. hahahaha)&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/18632715-113802025979459297?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113802025979459297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113802025979459297' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113802025979459297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113802025979459297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/yay-from-unknown.html' title='&gt;&gt;| yay! from an unknown'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113800153614180318</id><published>2006-01-23T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:32:18.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| ain't my fault either</title><content type='html'>being a computer literate can be hard for some people that i don't know how to name. and it happens to be a day-to-day instance if you handle a computer center. customers will ask you time-to-time for their problems and damage. fucker. some where just the basics that my brother (a kiddo) could do in his own. wow, how stupid they were now? worst to worsts. with s, oh yea. isn't it awful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reacted as is,&lt;br /&gt;for it's not over to over-reaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fucker.. how many times do i have to react on it huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113800153614180318?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113800153614180318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113800153614180318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113800153614180318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113800153614180318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/aint-my-fault-either.html' title='&gt;&gt;| ain&apos;t my fault either'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113799947520056315</id><published>2006-01-23T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T22:57:55.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| angst.</title><content type='html'>minsan badshot kapag wala kang magawa&lt;br /&gt;wala kang magawa tapos mag-isa ka pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mag-isa ka kaya gusto mo na lang mag-rant&lt;br /&gt;at mag-rarant ka dahil sa lahat ng emosyon na nararamdaman mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakaramdam ka lang naman ng ganun kapag mag-isa ka eh&lt;br /&gt;mag-isa ka na walang magawa hanggang sa mabadshot ka tulad ko&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/18632715-113799947520056315?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113783336181701939</id><published>2006-01-21T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T01:00:14.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| it comes.. scrolling</title><content type='html'>i want to rant and tell you something. tamang balik senti after nung last entry ko. hindi pa naman overrated, pero ang lame ko na though i'm not trying to be. talk about stupid. yea right, i'm wallowing in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i told you to fix me!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, that's your fault..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="5" width="100%"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glittergraphics.us" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Myspace Glitter Graphics, MySpace Graphics, Glitter Graphics" src="http://mia.mgcdn.us/xoxk/6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-comes-scrolling.html' title='&gt;&gt;| it comes.. scrolling'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113783177838305387</id><published>2006-01-21T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T00:25:45.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| after ng kasentihan</title><content type='html'>(Not being an Anti-GMA, I'll just write my reaction about the said issue.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our political system does really need a change, but changing the Constitution at this time might be a commotion. It seems to be our President's excuse for the sounding issue about her impeachment. Such strategies and tactics of our President to make us unfocused of that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charter change looks to be a move for us, but we are not so sure if it is the remedy to our problem. Or if it will, is it the best or the only way out? And how come that it is only now that it has become the center of attention (moreover, of our President's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In governance, the correct choice technically is not always the popular one", as written in the newspaper I have. Well, yes that the correct choice can't always be the popular one, but not in the case of our government. They (though not all, but not few) does their business for their own benefit. As so, let's take this as an example. This proposal might be a solution not for the poor or the riches, not for the fool or the wise, not even for our country or not even for us, but for the President herself of her problem to her presidency, discussing of the Charter change to stop initiating of her impeachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The President's view may be different from what I have in mind right now. This is just my reaction of what it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How wise is our President to make this so unclear&lt;br /&gt;And how hard it is to trust her after all the lies she had, have, and will be having&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113783177838305387?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113783177838305387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113783177838305387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113783177838305387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113783177838305387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/after-ng-kasentihan.html' title='&gt;&gt;| after ng kasentihan'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113776769433981336</id><published>2006-01-20T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:08:16.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| am i too late to change?</title><content type='html'>this is our 9th day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;simula nung una kitang nakilala sa bus dahil sa pang-aasar ko.&lt;br /&gt;simula nung lagi kayong nakatambay sa room namin or inaantay niyo kami papuntang hall.&lt;br /&gt;simula nung ikaw yung kumukuha ng food ko para mareserve ko yung table na makakatabi kayo samin.&lt;br /&gt;simula nung pagbuhat mo sa bag ko pauwi at pagtabi sa trip.&lt;br /&gt;simula nung gaguhan natin after nung retreat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simula ng lahat ng ginagawa mo at lahat ng ginusto ko sa'yo na masasabi kong nahuhulog na ko sa'yo kahit ilang days pa lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;simula nga lang lahat ng yon eh pero bakit bigla ka na lang nawala?&lt;br /&gt;nakakagago ka naman eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana hindi mo na lang sinabi yon.&lt;br /&gt;sana hindi mo na lang pinaramdam yon.&lt;br /&gt;sana nanahimik ka na lang nung simula pa lang.&lt;br /&gt;sana hindi ka na nagpakilala.&lt;br /&gt;sana hindi ka na lumapit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sana hindi na kita ginusto.&lt;br /&gt;o sana hindi kita minahal ng ganito kabilis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakaasar.&lt;br /&gt;nakakaiyak.&lt;br /&gt;nakakagago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama sila eh,&lt;br /&gt;mahal na nga kita kaagad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taena naman oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113776769433981336?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113776769433981336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113776769433981336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113776769433981336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113776769433981336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/am-i-too-late-to-change.html' title='&gt;&gt;| am i too late to change?'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113772699222901012</id><published>2006-01-20T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T20:09:30.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| ayoko ng uminom!</title><content type='html'>haha. nakakatuwang nakakagago yung kagabi. may lumapit kasi na isang binata na medyo may edad at may kayabangan. akala niya yata eh nagmumuni-muni akong mag-isa. so yun, paupo na siya sa vacant seat na akala niya lang na vacant. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"miss may nakaupo ba dito?"&lt;br /&gt;"what?" (maarte pa nga yung pagkakasabi ko niyan na parang nabibingi lang kasi malakas yung sound system)&lt;br /&gt;"uh, do you have company?"&lt;br /&gt;"yea."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahaha. napa-english tuloy siya, sabi ko lang naman "what" eh... hahahaha. ah yung ginamit niya nga palang term na "company", siguro naman naintindihan niyo na "kasama" yung tinutukoy niya. err wala lang. baka tanga ka eh. hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113772699222901012?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113772699222901012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113772699222901012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113772699222901012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113772699222901012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/ayoko-ng-uminom.html' title='&gt;&gt;| ayoko ng uminom!'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113679926132324556</id><published>2006-01-09T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T01:50:29.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com</title><content type='html'>1. &lt;a class="menu" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=72"&gt;What is your social dysfunction?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Social Dysfunction: &lt;strong&gt;Happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're a happy person - you have a good amount of self-esteem, and are socially healthy. While this isn't a social dysfunction per se, you're definitely not normal. Consider yourself lucky: you walk that fine line between 'normal' and being outright narcissistic. You're rare - which is something else to be happy about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;a class="menu" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=71"&gt;The Picto-Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="BORDER-RIGHT: black 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: black 1px solid; BACKGROUND: #ffffff; BORDER-LEFT: black 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: black 1px solid" cellpadding="3" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left" width="300"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;h1&gt;The Picto-Personality Test&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/head-map.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;You are a person who likes to have fun all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When alone, you like to relax and do exactly what you feel like doing at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are adventurous, always up to do the most extreme things. You have a certain recklessness that makes people very attracted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the future you will have a good family life and lots of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="BACKGROUND: white; COLOR: black" align="middle" width="300"&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: black; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=71"&gt;Take this Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a style="COLOR: black; TEXT-DECORATION: none" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;a class="menu" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=12"&gt;How are you going to die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table width="450" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+3;"&gt;Death through freak supernatural incident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/werewolf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are going to die in a freak vampire/werewolf incident. I would start carrying garlic and silver bullets if I were you. There is something weird about your demeanor, and evil is attracted to you. Plus you may be a little attracted to evil too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=12"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&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/18632715-113679926132324556?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113679926132324556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113679926132324556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113679926132324556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113679926132324556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/take-this-quiz-at-quizgalaxycom.html' title='&gt;&gt;| Take this quiz at QuizGalaxy.com'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113662732997032477</id><published>2006-01-07T17:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T01:51:18.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| y why?</title><content type='html'>Their TV appearances for the year 2006 were boosting. People now appreciate them and that was quite good. Is this their blessing? Oh anyways, I'm just feeling bitterly sweet of what isn't supposed to be. I haven't watched them (in any program) since the year initiated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year and I still like him. Like or Fixated? Like is when you just like someone or something, it's the typical term we often use, while fixation is when we can't get enough of something we like, or addiction perhaps. Get it? So yes, I'm fixated with him and this isn't just the simple like. Heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting fixated with someone can be hard. I just don't know how hard it will get. We are different in many ways, and so it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably, I can't explain what I am really feeling right now. I'm going nuts with my fixation and it's rounding up every time I hear a news or gossip about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevermind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider this entry as a nonsensical tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just...................... LOVE *HIM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please define LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And uh,&lt;br /&gt;How dork I am?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I just being a fanatic?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113662732997032477?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113662732997032477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113662732997032477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113662732997032477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113662732997032477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/y-why.html' title='&gt;&gt;| y why?'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113653162986850419</id><published>2006-01-06T15:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T02:42:09.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| At wit ends..</title><content type='html'>It's not as cool as many could see. Or maybe it's not just the right place to be. Ang labo? Haha. Angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm typing the DB lessons we will use in our system (yes, the 2nd part of our thesis). And as I was doing those craps, dad plays the music he was burning in a cd, which was a dance trance indeed. Oh well, I know I have to respect that other genre, as I have it on my NY'sRes List. So ok, I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then after, a girl enters and the smell of the cig she smoked reeked in my place. She sat besides me, as if she has this banner saying "SMELL ME, I SMOKE". D'uh! Though you smoke or you drink, or whatever bad vices you got, it will not increase you social profile Fucker! You are so lame. And hey, I don't care even you'll tell me all of your habits. Go get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think I'm gonna praise you for what you did? Screw you and your &lt;strong&gt;cheap&lt;/strong&gt; cig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113653162986850419?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113653162986850419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113653162986850419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113653162986850419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113653162986850419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/at-wit-ends.html' title='&gt;&gt;| At wit ends..'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113646308710823178</id><published>2006-01-05T20:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T04:13:13.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| Nostalgia, that is.</title><content type='html'>Way away, hush.&lt;br /&gt;Not as pointless as I tell on you before.&lt;br /&gt;It can be everything to me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember how it was?&lt;br /&gt;Twas an attitude... so real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just let it out now&lt;br /&gt;Let it all out as before&lt;br /&gt;And I'll let it out again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(that's not a song if you do think it is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woooo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113646308710823178?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113646308710823178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113646308710823178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113646308710823178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113646308710823178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2006/01/nostalgia-that-is.html' title='&gt;&gt;| Nostalgia, that is.'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113577825155640872</id><published>2005-12-28T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T06:05:43.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| bitter pill</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nine hundred seventy two thousand seconds&lt;/strong&gt; (or more)... that's the count I had in bed since yesterday. And it was considered to be the last bad condition I could have before the year ends. I'm still dizzy but I have to do my daily online habit (which is not this). But I just had a matter to write a while ago as I've been sipping mom's made herbal tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're about to shop for some new materials this morning, but my fever is like forever, so mom decided to cancel it and just re-schedule it after this commotion. Guilt hasn't hit my mind. What did is the "in-mind" theory I always believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realizing that "Hindi pala lahat ng sakit, mapapagaling mo dahil sa isip mo", though in some instance it's effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's just in your mind" as I always say when Irene's about to vomit (happened months ago). There, my words had been useful. But maybe, those words simply strengthen her. Things can be effective by words. So real! Same goes in love or in like issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And every time there's a particular guy I really want, I will tell myself "I can get him". Putting aside any glum, as I dare with time for that's what I have in mind. Well, it was good so far, 10 out of 10 as I assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if these words are not as effective as it supposed to be, what will come next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medicines &amp;amp; Therapy could help us to restore our health. It can cure a disease only if it is the right drug for your sickness. For mild cases (like fever, the one I'm having), parents are familiar with the medicines to be used. But for some anomalous cases, doctor's prescriptions were necessary. Also, trying of medicines should be exact with the time and its measure. Otherwise, it'll be useless. And as to love (again), it's as same as is. I, myself tried to find the righteous man over and over. Like the drugs I took, those men were a part of me and my history. Sometimes, I listen for some advice (mom's, friends, or even lola's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At present, I'm under mom's medication.&lt;br /&gt;And at present, I'm committed with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The use of the medicines and herbal teas cured my fever and sore throat. Mom's a good doctor to me. She really knows how to take care of her patient, her daughter. I sooo love my mom. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the other hand, trying to feel affection for my boyfriend is so hard. Mostly, when I see him as a dead person, soon to be buried. He's nothing! Or maybe he is something, something of no use (compared to an ineffective drug because of expiration).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been thinking... I thought kulang lang kami sa time or whatnots. Pero that's not it. Maybe, if he is a drug, that drug wasn't for my disease. A wrong recommendation I tried that could mount such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, upon taking any drugs, the user (ang hassle ng term, parang drug user... haha), or the patient (this is nicer), should trust his surgeon and the drug itself he takes. Having any faith will be as useful as the "in-mind" theory. It's what you believe to be true or is actually true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some takes their medicine but doesn't have any hope, so what's the use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is much to consider.&lt;br /&gt;Medicine just comes in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time,&lt;br /&gt;Time is shifting.&lt;br /&gt;It shifts and makes a medicine to soon expire and become useless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So before it does,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Mind,&lt;br /&gt;Remedy,&lt;br /&gt;And Believe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113577825155640872?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113577825155640872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113577825155640872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113577825155640872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113577825155640872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/bitter-pill.html' title='&gt;&gt;| bitter pill'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113468486587077686</id><published>2005-12-25T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T18:27:21.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| eyebags! yadah yadah..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;eve before xmas:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pick : stripedblack&amp;white + red/green add-ons]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeeep.. this is it.. i just had my nine mornings (or dawn mass as i call it) and an evening mass as christmas comes. everybody tagged and made my christmas fun. gifts and messages appear from time to time. wow. i love this time of the year. make christmas last forever =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Dear Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and Merry Christmas everyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's Christmas, all over the world tonight. It's Christmas, all over the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9th day of simbang gabi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pick : blued blue + striped white]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where are we now? ah on my 9th morn.. hahaha. who'd forget the count eh this is it.. i went there as is with pride. hmm i can't find for any better term than that, so yea, pride. the pride of completing something i would really like to.. but its different with the pride that you may have in mind. hah! and as the mass ended, i felt something good. blessed? oh i don't know but it might be.. yea really. dad &amp;amp; i made it =) congrats 2 us. hahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll not be late than later&lt;br /&gt;promises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8th day of simbang gabi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pick : chocolate + white add-ons]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tadah.. 1 more dawn mass to go ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i arrived 10 minutes before the mass started (and that's late than the usual). i bumped into the remnants as i entered (the church). they were like demons to spread over the side walls to buzz nonsensical matter and disturbs the people inside. i hate seeing them though hate isn't nice or good in God's eye. but i can't like them either. for me, they were too hard to like. squatters as is. unlike thy angel (the sacristan i like) that has been so striking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be the last dawn i could see him.&lt;br /&gt;and that'll be semi-heartrending, for i'm almost used to see him everyday (of the dawn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sad isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7th day of simbang gabi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pick : heavenly white + blue]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seven is my lucky number just as before we have used it as our own.&lt;br /&gt;but i don't believe in such nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;for he's my biggest mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ex(s) were much better than him,&lt;br /&gt;in pampering me,&lt;br /&gt;or of loving as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;father priest told us not to compare.&lt;br /&gt;its a sermon to be optionally followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry father for i have sinned and will always will&lt;br /&gt;(i think its better than lying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6th day of simbang gabi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pick : dark brown + cream-black]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not into young guys anymore, but there's this kiddo i feel like. fancy me oh fancy but i really crush him. see, he's a minor but i think we'll be good together. his angelic image pleases the eye of many as he carry himself being a sacristan. i, myself was strucked by it, or him indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before the mass begins this morning, he brought the holy bible in the center while the people gathers gradually. dad and i placed ourselves in the aisle (nearby the center). and for that instance, i could probably see my angel (though his not mine.. haha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gazed at me before he left.&lt;br /&gt;i wonder..&lt;br /&gt;thus, it made me smile without anybody knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then after, the mass begins.&lt;br /&gt;at the outset, i looked for him (as always).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..but i can't find him. he's not there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as the mass ended, i'm still up to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;ugh, the hide and seek match! what else ne?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until i stepped out of the church,&lt;br /&gt;hoping to see him as another day passes through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if not today, i will wait for tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;haha. i suck. those words are not so meant. heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it doesn't stop there.&lt;br /&gt;next up, he was standing outside, staring innocently.&lt;br /&gt;felt at ease, i am so pleased&lt;br /&gt;and so, i just smiled gently and walked away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too sweet that my angel haven't flown away yet =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th day of simbang gabi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pick : beige + black add-ons]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing new, except that i felt dead and unpretty today.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i made it even if i'm so exhausted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jays called around 6am while i'm having my pajamas back.&lt;br /&gt;he's making fun with it, sexy jokes what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;it's stupidly good for 2hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want him straight,&lt;br /&gt;with the status "single"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th day of simbang gabi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pick : dark blue + gold]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. reactions might be overrated as well. who'd ever imagine that he'd walk me through the church? hah. is that my boyfriend? oh real? fucker. i thought i forgot having one. cause i've been acting so single in the past few days, though few means countless for the matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i'm not just used to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HE with ME"&lt;br /&gt;d'uh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a fact to disappoint you, sweetheart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd day of simbang gabi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pick : pastel pink + gray]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the on going mass was disrupted by the demons fight o'er the walls.&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lola tagged with me and dad, but dad came first.&lt;br /&gt;we're not late though lots of seats were taken when we entered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;skirts are good without air blast.&lt;br /&gt;i'm in feenk and i pretty like myself.&lt;br /&gt;looks innocently sweet.&lt;br /&gt;but revenge is sweeter.&lt;br /&gt;all the same eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pink + blue&lt;br /&gt;equals me and you&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;i saw john, and he's still attractive&lt;br /&gt;guess that i want him, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd day of simbang gabi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pick : lime + royal blue]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;almost the same as yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;though i haven't cry out before shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my ex suitor in stripes and brown.&lt;br /&gt;gave him a smile after that stare i noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweets + smiles makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;perhaps, it's the person behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yea, boyfriends are overrated by now.&lt;br /&gt;fucker! i don't need a name.&lt;br /&gt;i want to be loved, or feel such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks trix.&lt;br /&gt;i know it's simply a bunch of messages,&lt;br /&gt;but hey baby, you're making it...&lt;br /&gt;just don't go that quick as you came that swift&lt;br /&gt;i need you.. and you.. and much of you.. i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is it,&lt;br /&gt;but not just it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st day of simbang gabi:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(family day for the 1st pre-dawn mass)&lt;br /&gt;[pick : light red/orange + cream]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm with dad muna, while jay's with his family.&lt;br /&gt;ok lang. sabi naman nga ni jays, it should be "from my heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wo ai ta (from my heart)!!! is that it? fucker =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, here's some images (@ st. peter's church)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/3x15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="photo by mhai // 12.16.05" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/3x15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/3x8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="photo by mhai // 12.16.05" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/3x8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/3x7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="photo by mhai // 12.16.05" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/3x7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/3x13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="photo by mhai // 12.16.05" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/3x13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113468486587077686?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113468486587077686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113468486587077686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113468486587077686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113468486587077686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/eyebags-yadah-yadah.html' title='&gt;&gt;| eyebags! yadah yadah..'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113531752439001764</id><published>2005-12-23T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T22:14:58.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| lagi mo na lang ako dinededma</title><content type='html'>-- rocksteddy's single that might hit this december.. i just heard it yesterday while we're on our way to a shop. i'm teasing mom as i do some rock stuffs, and as the radio plays it, i tried to intone though i don't know it exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mahal kita... hindi mo alam", that's the only line i could remember as i browse for its lyrics last night. and that was stupid. several songs use that line. heh. yea, it was really stupid of me to look for it, having that particular part i have in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's a can-relate-song for i-don't-know-who..&lt;br /&gt;and maybe, for that reason, i really have to make an effort knowing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening the IE (again), i added some words that may resembles it. i put in "mahal kita pero hindi mo lang alam".. and then looked through some other blog sites (xanga and blogdrive) for any kismet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 sites and boom! haha. i knew i could find it =)&lt;br /&gt;lucky me, so real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;matagal ko ng gustong malaman mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;matagal ko ng itinatago-tago 'to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;nahihiyang magsalita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at umuurong aking dila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;pwede bang bukas na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ipagpaliban muna natin 'to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;dahil kumukuha lang ng tiyempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;upang sabihin sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang ramdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, kahit 'di mo na ako tinitignan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, kahit 'di mo lang alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ohwoh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;matagal ko ng gustong sabihin 'to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;matagal ko ng gustong aminin sa'yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;sandali, eto na at sasabihin ko na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ngayon na, mamaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;o baka pwedeng bukas na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;dahil kumukuha lang ng buwelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;upang sabihin sa iyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang ramdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, kahit 'di mo na ako tinitignan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ohwoh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ngunit kumukuha lng ng tiyempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;upang sabihin sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita pero hindi mo lang alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hindi mo alam kasi hindi mo naman ako tinitignan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;ayaw mo naman itanong sa akin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;kasi baka nga naman hindi naman ikaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at hindi ko rin naman sayo sasabihin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;kasi ayoko pa sa ngayon na manligaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita pero hindi nga lang halata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hindi halata kasi wala naman akong ginagawa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hindi ako kumikibo, hindi ako nagsasalita, wala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;pero hindi ako torpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hindi ko lang talaga masabi sayo ng harapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita pero dehins mo pa rin ramdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hindi mo ko titingnan, hindi rin kita titingnan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;lagi mo lang akong pakikiramdaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;lagi rin kitang pakikiramdaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at araw-araw tayong magdededmahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;hanggang sa tayo ay magkabistuhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;pero ngayong malapit nang matapos ang kanta ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;nais kong magkaalaman na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;nais kong ako na rin ang magsabi sayo ng harapan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;kasi alam kong dun din naman ang tuloy nyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at dalawa rin lang naman ang posibleng sagot diyan, oo o hinde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;kaya ito na sasabihin ko na para matapos na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at hindi na magkatsismisan pa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;sasabihin ko na para wala nang problema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;at para hindi na rin kyong lahat nabibitin pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang alam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, pero 'di mo lang ramdam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kita, kahit 'di mo na ako tinitignan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;mahal kta, kahit lagi mo na lang akong dinededma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay =P&lt;br /&gt;that's it!!!&lt;br /&gt;uh, mahal ko siya?&lt;br /&gt;sino?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i told you, i can relate..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113531752439001764?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113531752439001764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113531752439001764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113531752439001764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113531752439001764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/lagi-mo-na-lang-ako-dinededma.html' title='&gt;&gt;| lagi mo na lang ako dinededma'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113507049533886532</id><published>2005-12-20T17:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T04:43:29.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| making the non-spam-spot happen</title><content type='html'>After seeing several statuses that goes with 12dp link, my interest boosts. Each of them was having their balance, rapidly increasing from time to time. I overlooked it beforehand, keeping in mind that it's the standard spam next to spread out. Weeks, yes not just days, and I've been ignoring those fags. I really don't care about that maybe-another-networking-copy. They have their balance and upgrades, except no cash outs (in hand). So how will I believe in such? And how will they earn the said bucks? But accepting the fact that "Time is Money", how about a try, right? There are several options to choose from. I can start out from the least amount and wait until what goes next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is it. I entered their I-hope-not-a-spam-world @ &lt;a href="http://www.12dailypro.com/"&gt;http://www.12dailypro.com/&lt;/a&gt;, reading the General Terms of their Free/ Upgraded accounts and FAQs while having my tardy lunch. Then, I went back again to browse for some more information (facts, indeed) and registered to several tagged sites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read.&lt;br /&gt;Think.&lt;br /&gt;Doubt.&lt;br /&gt;Judge.&lt;br /&gt;Consider.&lt;br /&gt;Recur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The attributes before conviction)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tadah... without further ado, at last I'm registered! Just got my newly hot account! But wait, the looped segs will not end there as is. That's merely a registry. I'm not yet through deciding on what to give out. I want to hand over the medium but the progress goes to the advanced. Ugh, I'm all screwed up again by the proposal. I'll decide tomorrow, as the bank opens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/orangesky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="orange squeeze" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/orangesky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;image isn't a spam as well.. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;call me if it is&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113507049533886532?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113507049533886532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113507049533886532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113507049533886532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113507049533886532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/making-non-spam-spot-happen.html' title='&gt;&gt;| making the non-spam-spot happen'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113491576978081285</id><published>2005-12-18T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T06:43:25.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| lift your head, baby don't be scared...</title><content type='html'>... of the things that could go wrong along the way. you'll get by, with a smile, you can't win at everything but you can try... hahaha. singing ah? Certainly stucked in my head after hearing it twice while we're on our way home. And yes, I did intone with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my awareness, landmarks really helps.&lt;br /&gt;(mall of asia and blue wave in baclaran, sm makati in ayala, same goes with petron in pasay road, star mall &amp; shangri-la in edsa, jollibee in fort boni/ guadalupe, rob galleria/ greenhills in ortigas, AFP in cubao, OS/ MZ in malate/ v. cruz, and so on.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being me nowadays labels a trekker, considering the fun and its angst. I'm enjoying the whole package even the times we're out of nowhere. And accordingly, my expectations run wild. Setting a higher standard of existence and control, leading into a different environment I want to be settled in, and underrating the usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm too young to be classic.&lt;br /&gt;Time is for exploration, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;It's for the better understanding of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can no longer stay as is.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye maybe tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113491576978081285?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113491576978081285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113491576978081285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113491576978081285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113491576978081285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/lift-your-head-baby-dont-be-scared.html' title='&gt;&gt;| lift your head, baby don&apos;t be scared...'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113481630223434721</id><published>2005-12-17T18:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T03:02:08.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| epic vs. drama</title><content type='html'>It was a friendship that became a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Brokeback Mountain", featuring Jake Gyllenhall and Heath Ledger for the story of two cowboys and their secretive affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are places we can't return ...&lt;br /&gt;There are lies we have to tell ...&lt;br /&gt;There are truths we can't deny...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/brokeback%20Mountain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/brokeback%20Mountain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/normal_ABoyfriendForChristmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="309" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/normal_ABoyfriendForChristmas.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And from the survivors of the plane crash 815, Lost actors Josh Holloway and Dominic Monaghan will again subsist in an island for the love of their life in "A Boyfriend for Christmas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of them have a secret ...&lt;br /&gt;All of them are Lost ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113481630223434721?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113481630223434721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113481630223434721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113481630223434721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113481630223434721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/epic-vs-drama.html' title='&gt;&gt;| epic vs. drama'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113479694629786327</id><published>2005-12-17T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T01:19:51.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| palabas nga!</title><content type='html'>SPONGECOLA UNA MUSIC VIDEO @ &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch.php?v=EKvdQGe4QR4"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch.php?v=EKvdQGe4QR4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[credits to punkmeister]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my own sc's album&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="album ni mhai" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/palabas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[credits to eihcamhai]&lt;br /&gt;haha. ano daw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teka, malabo na ba ang mata mo? hindi mo bang makitang dalawa yan? ulul! dalawa talaga yan! repackaged yung isa. sa baba nung cd cover mismo. hahaha. trip ko lang manggago eh. wala akong magawa. damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113479694629786327?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113479694629786327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113479694629786327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113479694629786327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113479694629786327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/palabas-nga.html' title='&gt;&gt;| palabas nga!'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113451661578110936</id><published>2005-12-14T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T15:55:58.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| soooo old. heh.</title><content type='html'>eihca92skrap no more, i tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's skrap's birthday so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy 29th birthday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;jeff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happiness for you and your wife&lt;br /&gt;oh well that's it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can i post something?&lt;br /&gt;sure i can. it's my blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/paknotbuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/paknotbuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha. can you imagine how i treasure those?&lt;br /&gt;pictures, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will it be that i'm missing you?&lt;br /&gt;i know i shouldn't, though in some cases oo.&lt;br /&gt;fucker yung mga nangyari eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;you're a sinner,&lt;br /&gt;we're both =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so, it's your first birthday with her (your wife).&lt;br /&gt;it's almost a year na rin.&lt;br /&gt;but hey, i'll still be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there'll always be a vacant shit for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok now, enough eihca. enough of skrap. heh.&lt;br /&gt;smart &amp; pretty me (than her) eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-end of this crap-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113451661578110936?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113451661578110936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113451661578110936' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113451661578110936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113451661578110936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/soooo-old-heh.html' title='&gt;&gt;| soooo old. heh.'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113443958536022034</id><published>2005-12-13T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:07:46.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| the fuck, the fucker, and the fuckest</title><content type='html'>My writings nowadays were absurd.&lt;br /&gt;Happenings were just normal and the people who are involved in the story are still them.&lt;br /&gt;Troubles are actually the same, but actually not.&lt;br /&gt;It contradicts in every way and I just let it happen for I'll not be bias for any main.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure is overrated.&lt;br /&gt;Thus, I can't even discern any difference.&lt;br /&gt;Of them, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change, I tell you.&lt;br /&gt;The nauseous needs a therapy now.&lt;br /&gt;So sickening, my entry is so lame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No topics in particular and resembles a poem.&lt;br /&gt;Not even a hundred percent emo for your ego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading this is just as upsetting as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113443958536022034?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113443958536022034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113443958536022034' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113443958536022034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113443958536022034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/fuck-fucker-and-fuckest.html' title='&gt;&gt;| the fuck, the fucker, and the fuckest'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113444124516741405</id><published>2005-12-13T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:47:38.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| jesse's born-to-be-day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/gu-wa-po.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="mhai's jesse" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/gu-wa-po.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy birthday jesse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loff you =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana ganito ka ka-happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/bading.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="mhai's jesse" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/bading.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh, ayoko ng ganito eh (seryoso, though cute pa rin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/nagiisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="mhai's jesse" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/nagiisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero eto ung pinaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/senglot%20ka%20nanaman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="mhai's jesse" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/senglot%20ka%20nanaman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mr. senglot!&lt;br /&gt;heh =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113444124516741405?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113444124516741405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113444124516741405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113444124516741405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113444124516741405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/jesses-born-to-be-day.html' title='&gt;&gt;| jesse&apos;s born-to-be-day'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113430987957201068</id><published>2005-12-11T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T18:09:15.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| a blunt question and a solid good shit</title><content type='html'>there isn't just one person for one of us,&lt;br /&gt;but hey baby, can you be the one for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kiss me before we ran out of chances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then let's get pissed and watch porn&lt;br /&gt;(LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kiss me instead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113430987957201068?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113430987957201068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113430987957201068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113430987957201068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113430987957201068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/blunt-question-and-solid-good-shit.html' title='&gt;&gt;| a blunt question and a solid good shit'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113428773125970523</id><published>2005-12-11T15:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:04:01.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| When morning comes...</title><content type='html'>I've been so passive, so pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;Unconcerned and not fragile,&lt;br /&gt;Possessively inclined, but not overrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easy, Rest, Break&lt;br /&gt;Much to enjoy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what you call "ME", four months earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But last night, I used this line as my status (in YM, of course)&lt;br /&gt;"I'm here, waiting for you, to break my heart =) kaya mo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that instance, I felt unaccompanied&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm on my own with no one to love or even touch&lt;br /&gt;Getting weak, damn cold, I needed a hug or more (of it, I guess)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what's more is how "I MISS HIM" (the real one and not any fancy or fling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just yesterday that I felt that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unloved&lt;br /&gt;Needed love&lt;br /&gt;In-love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, at last, I realized that I love him&lt;br /&gt;Although its mixed with pathetical ideas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of all the shits I've done&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it's too late for that realization&lt;br /&gt;Thinking he's almost gone (even without the official "the end")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expectations gone as is&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing pending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until its 10 o'clock and he called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me glad&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel at ease (again)&lt;br /&gt;Made me loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its not the typical talk anymore&lt;br /&gt;We're still awake at 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it&lt;br /&gt;Saving it&lt;br /&gt;Loving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so,&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with the other side of me&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting the pain, way over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's another life, in love, as morning comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 4 months&lt;br /&gt;I could feel it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dorky presence and you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113428773125970523?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113428773125970523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113428773125970523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113428773125970523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113428773125970523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/when-morning-comes.html' title='&gt;&gt;| When morning comes...'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113418709789715098</id><published>2005-12-10T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T20:02:56.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| lurve issue (in my friendster bboard)</title><content type='html'>1. Which is more important for you in a relationship: Love or Trust?&lt;br /&gt;* love goes first =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The person u love or the person who loves you?&lt;br /&gt;* uh, the person who loves me... or should i collide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Short or long courtship?&lt;br /&gt;* it can be without (as what yel have in mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Which is easier for you: to forgive or to forget?&lt;br /&gt;* to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Do you agree that once you've loved a person uwould never stop loving her/him?&lt;br /&gt;* in my case, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Should one stay in a relationship just for oldtime sake?&lt;br /&gt;* some does that or did i? =) well, it can be a yes or no.. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what do you think is the common cause ofbreak up?&lt;br /&gt;* another party (not just the third ah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Is there really a need for second chances?&lt;br /&gt;* not in all times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. TINGIN MO BA PWEDE KANG MAGMAHALNG IBA?&lt;br /&gt;* hindi naman mapipigil yun eh. we have the right to love =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. NAGMAHAL KA NA BA?&lt;br /&gt;* a stupid question ah? sure does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. SWEET KA BA?&lt;br /&gt;* sa mga ka-close ko yes.. do i have to explain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. MATIGAS BA ULO MO PAG INLOVE?&lt;br /&gt;* in what terms? (questioning a question.. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 TINGIN MO ANO DAPAT GAMITIN PUSO OUTAK?&lt;br /&gt;* what comes first (head or heart)? head right.. pero ang english ng utak eh brain.. so how is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. DAPAT BA MAS MAHAL MO O MAHAL KA?&lt;br /&gt;* mas mahal ako =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. NASAKTAN KA NA BA?&lt;br /&gt;* sure does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 NAKARECOVER KA BA AGAD?&lt;br /&gt;* yeppy, with friends and events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. TRY MO NG UMIYAK NG DAHIL SA LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;* much lament. angst!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. ANONG PINAKASWEET NA GINAWA NIYAPARA SA YO?&lt;br /&gt;* everytime he sings (with that looks ah)..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. KUNG MAY KANTA KA NGAYON TUNGKOLSA LOVELIFE MO, ANO YON?&lt;br /&gt;* 'hiling' or 'collide' will do =) and uh, panaginip lang of paramita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. ANONG PINAKA MAHIRAP NA KAILANGANPAG DAANAN PAG NAGMAMAHALAN?&lt;br /&gt;* fading instances due to time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. GUMANTI KA NA BA NUNG NASAKTAN KA?&lt;br /&gt;* revenge is sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. MAY NAGMAMAHAL BA SAYO NGAYON?PUWERA PAMILYA HA?!&lt;br /&gt;* marami. haha. and yea, i love them =X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU SURE NA MAHAL KA DIN NIYA?&lt;br /&gt;* beyond doubt, yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113418709789715098?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113418709789715098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113418709789715098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113418709789715098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113418709789715098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/lurve-issue-in-my-friendster-bboard.html' title='&gt;&gt;| lurve issue (in my friendster bboard)'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113419444694808824</id><published>2005-12-10T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T22:11:18.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| gone lost</title><content type='html'>from manila dj club, back to cavite...&lt;br /&gt;wow. i'm finally home @ 1am =)&lt;br /&gt;8 hours with irene, we've been lost nga ba?&lt;br /&gt;yey! may ticket na kami sa r&amp;j!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks trix (sa pagtawid? jaywalking eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30am na, i'm done with this..&lt;br /&gt;i'm so drained..&lt;br /&gt;rest me.. hahaha.. ano daw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/s_met_gig.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="eihcamhai" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/400/s_met_gig.jpg" border="0" /&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;&lt;br /&gt;and this is it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113419444694808824?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113419444694808824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113419444694808824' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113419444694808824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113419444694808824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/gone-lost.html' title='&gt;&gt;| gone lost'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113405935012774493</id><published>2005-12-08T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:07:23.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| you're smile is gently freezing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It's already 12:56am and this is relaxing. I'm finally in my place (on the pc to be exact) with the tracks that plays for almost a hundredth time. Everything is back as is as I dredge up all those occurrences happened, hours (by hours) ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to leave at 10:30am, half an hour early for our 1st class. Till the phone rang and...&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, it's me Jovie... remember?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, yeppy... you need something?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Oh, are you in hurry? I just wanted to talk to you, after 8 years of..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Wow, you still know my number ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sure does... how's life? Graduating ka na right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hopefully, yes"&lt;br /&gt;"You still have that voice from the past... you know? It's still innocently sweet but actually not"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know where you catch those words but it does awakes me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The call ended up before my class starts. Thanks God I'm not late, however, it certainly grip my mind for the whole hour. A piece from the past keeps on rotating though it's stagnant. And his façade was blurring inside. After eight years, he finally called and said those lines I need at present. Should I be pleased that someone remembered? Btw, he's my first boyfriend in grade school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the news alarmed 10 minutes before 1 o'clock; There'll be no classes for our last subject. Wow. That was sharp. But we still left the room 10 minutes after, and had our habit outside. I saw James waiting there for a ride. I walk in without expecting him to call out, but he did... yea he did yell out my name that I leaned back to give him my warm smile. That's the second "J" to buzz me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up. Home.&lt;br /&gt;Switch of dress code and so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got back at the camp at 1pm. My girl friends were still having their lunch so I decided to warm up outside. The cig was burning in average as JM hits me with a kiss on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;"Yosi girl..."&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. I'm done baby"&lt;br /&gt;"Calling me baby ha ate?"&lt;br /&gt;As our hands clasped and went inside the store.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow... hell of a playboy chief ah"&lt;br /&gt;"Girl, what's with the sinned hand"&lt;br /&gt;"Fools that keeps on fooling... haha... What's wrong with it?"&lt;br /&gt;"Soooo defensive?"&lt;br /&gt;"Have you seen Jice?"&lt;br /&gt;"Not yet"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, he's already waiting for you outside"&lt;br /&gt;"Absorbing the pain you will give him later upon seeing JM"&lt;br /&gt;"Lament oh lament...Hahaha... I have to go na pala"&lt;br /&gt;"Hold on a sec" JM whispered... he gave me a warm embrace and kissed me again. "I love you hon, Ingat ha". Embracing him back, I just smiled for it was the third buzz I'll be having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jice stood there for an hour and I'm sooo late but I think it's still okay for he truly understands... well, he constantly does, and will always be. And so, we spent the other 8 hours together, exhibiting what's more to be seen. For all times, his approach never failed. He's willing to help and be that "someone" around. He even tried to smoke again, once I did. I can't feel him though I'm pleased to have him as a friend, or perhaps, a suitor behind.&lt;br /&gt;"Can I walk you home?"&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe some other time..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok... Uh, I'll still be in the line, waiting"&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's my 4th buzz", I told myself as I walk through the blocks and suddenly got a message from JM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi hon... I miss you."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey... I just got home. I'm running out of credits na. Give me a call after a min"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as soon as I entered my room, the phone rang and it was Jobert, my "boyfriend". At last, he remembered. It's such a miracle happened, I can clearly hear the 5th buzz on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh what makes you so busy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? Who's this?"&lt;br /&gt;"Who else do you expect to call you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ah... oh... Why?"&lt;br /&gt;"What time ka umuwi?"&lt;br /&gt;"I just got home"&lt;br /&gt;"Sige, I'm going there"&lt;br /&gt;"But it's late at 9..."&lt;br /&gt;"So, ayaw mo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Can you make it in a lower tone?"&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Double time your world... sige na, I'll be waiting inside"&lt;br /&gt;A quick call that ends up so nonsense, oh I don't know... we always have that typical talk as friends do. Well, we're much of a "tropa" than being "committed". And it's really something to bother me at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the phone rang again and I assume its JM. We talked for some point until Jobert came. I have to hang it up before Jobert acts oddly.&lt;br /&gt;"Khei's outside eh, can you call me later?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, let's go out tomorrow..."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. I'll see you up after lunch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bring out my guitar. I wanted a talk that'll set the outside world with much attention. And it started in a different way, not what I presume.&lt;br /&gt;"Tell me the truth, sinong kasama mo kanina?"&lt;br /&gt;"I went there alone, why are you questioning me?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nakita ka ng tropa eh"&lt;br /&gt;"You're not the one who has seen it right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Just tell me the truth"&lt;br /&gt;"That's the truth. I'm with no one ok."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, I lied in every question he asked even if there's a basis. But I'm considering it as a white lie, for it's not that cruel, in my means. I just had the fucking nerve to lie over and over. Until he was calmed and almost believed in the damn things I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cold beyond and he was looking for a hug, the calming pressure made him to initial but I moved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's just a hug... look, I miss you"&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. You do?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe. Yea... Happy 4 months princess"&lt;br /&gt;"4 months? I thought it's only a week"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha... apat na buwan na tayo"&lt;br /&gt;"Nasaan yung buwan?"&lt;br /&gt;Err... the air turned me as cold as it is. That moment, it's like everything is erased from my memory. I can't even sense any love (for him). My mind merely sets to think of what will be the outcome of that talk. I want to break through. I want him no more. I want to escape from the reality that he still owns me, though "own" does not mean "authority", and so-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turned 12 in the midnight...&lt;br /&gt;"It's getting cold, you're supposed to get a rest inside"&lt;br /&gt;"You know what? You can go now without those alibis if you want to"&lt;br /&gt;"It's really getting cold..."&lt;br /&gt;"Just leave."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok. I'm going."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He closed the door while I'm glued on the bench. I didn't even glance. I don't care at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Didn't mean to hurt you badly.. Don't think that I am fooling around with you.. So sorry for the time you've wasted on me.. So sorry for the things that you went through.. But I know that the problem's within me.. You're so nice but your love don't deserve me.. Or maybe I'm just so scared to fall in love again.." The music played and it speaks about something. And the lines, "Don't say goodbye, I need some time for a while before I give my heart away", that lines were beginning to stick up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, there's another call awaited in line for that same night. It's Jayson, an unforgotten dork I loved (or still?).&lt;br /&gt;"Kumski!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep?"&lt;br /&gt;"Gawa mo?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nagsesenti..."&lt;br /&gt;"Got a fight from the lion?"&lt;br /&gt;"He's really a psychotic nerd"&lt;br /&gt;Time elapses as I keep on talking. I can't stand the pain I felt (from my boyfriend). Jayson becomes the outlet of my grief. He had the funniest gag to poke me, making the pessimistic me to be the optimistic me. All me eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Andito naman kasi ako, tatanga tanga ka pa"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. Excuse you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bright Girl ka sana eh"&lt;br /&gt;"Pungik!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"What's that term?"&lt;br /&gt;"It defines YOU"&lt;br /&gt;"haha. Ano nga yun? Pun-gik?"&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, maliit.. parang ikaw"&lt;br /&gt;"Parang ikaw hindi? Matangkad pa kaya ako sa'yo"&lt;br /&gt;"Pero you are too small for a male height what-so-ever"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh hindi yun maliit"&lt;br /&gt;"Tae bastos ka nanaman"&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi ako nakahubad"&lt;br /&gt;"Grrrr..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alam mo ang angas mo rin talaga"&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit nanaman?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wala naman.. Actually napasaya mo ko"&lt;br /&gt;"At all times naman right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Ganda ng banat mo eh"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(sniff again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"May gusto akong sabihin"&lt;br /&gt;"Ano?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yun"&lt;br /&gt;"Alin?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nasabi ko na nga eh"&lt;br /&gt;"Ang labo mo kaya"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(last sniff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What time is it?"&lt;br /&gt;"12:30"&lt;br /&gt;"Tanginang 12:30 yan, static na"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;"Pag 12:40 tayo na"&lt;br /&gt;"Eh 12:50 na nga eh"&lt;br /&gt;"Aww.. Edi tayo na"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Is that a comeback?"&lt;br /&gt;"Mahal..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha. Bakit mura?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hahaha sige yan ang tawagan natin"&lt;br /&gt;"Err.. that was just a joke"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was fun and sweet. But he was funnier and sweeter. With me, that turned out to be the funniest and the sweetest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess he's the 6th buzz and the last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm done =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(after 2 hours of writing and reminiscing)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113405935012774493?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113405935012774493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113405935012774493' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113405935012774493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113405935012774493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/youre-smile-is-gently-freezing.html' title='&gt;&gt;| you&apos;re smile is gently freezing...'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113391748431556289</id><published>2005-12-07T09:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:16:49.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| "What did the snowman say to the other snowman?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Awaken by a cold breeze, who would have not imagined it isn't December yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That though there'll be no snowballs in this territory, our aerial domain is in a similar way filled by frost. The air of Christmas is here, almost. And I love its space, this feeling, and events like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Various decorations were placed in sites (while some clubs are set in their ways even if it's not Christmas)&lt;br /&gt;Nine days crowd for the Catholic tradition Simbang Gabi (actually, a pre-dawn mass)&lt;br /&gt;Favorite attractions like Bibingka and Puto-bumbong are associated with the pre-dawn mass&lt;br /&gt;There's a room for Christmas flicks (I mostly like the romantic comedy films than the comedy as is)&lt;br /&gt;Kids were grouped for their Christmas Carols to be heard every night&lt;br /&gt;Fruitcakes are available in the Cake Shops (and other non-cake shops? ok, that's a food shop or a street store. haha)&lt;br /&gt;Several gifts and greeting cards were early mailed&lt;br /&gt;Two to three weeks of school-holiday (there's no classes.. I'm soooo vacant)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez... who'll not love the idea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it will end as soon as Christmas is over&lt;br /&gt;For it's not forever (like us)&lt;br /&gt;But it'll happen every year (not like us? Haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sneeze*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I don't really have anything to broaden up&lt;br /&gt;I just want to write my early blog =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;belated happy birthday ~ addie and pau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;happy birthday~ che and jhu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;adv happy birthday ~ joms and ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;and uh happy 4th to you... though it's not really a happy what-so-ever&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/18632715-113391748431556289?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113391748431556289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113391748431556289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113391748431556289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113391748431556289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-did-snowman-say-to-other-snowman.html' title='&gt;&gt;| &quot;What did the snowman say to the other snowman?&quot;'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113388197188427412</id><published>2005-12-06T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:19:06.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| wow.</title><content type='html'>A copy of Ultraelectromagneticjam (Eraserheads Tribute Album) makes my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mainggit ka kums! Hahaha *poke you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 17-tracks Tribute includes: Alapaap (6 Cycle Mind), Magasin (Paolo Santos), Spoliarium (Imago), Overdrive (Barbie Almalbis), With A Smile (South Border), Tikman (Sugarfree), Ligaya (Kitchie Nadal), Torpedo (Isha), Superproxy2K6 (Francis M.), Huwag Kang Matakot (Orange And Lemons), Pare Ko (Spongecola), Huwag Mo Nang Itanong (MYMP), Hard To Believe (Cueshe), Alcohol (Radioactive Sago Project), Maling Akala (Brownman Revival), Ang Huling El Bimbo (Rico J. Puno), Para Sa Masa (Various Artists)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a well done set though it cannot hit every person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some (or most?) merely over judge it, having their tactless front and whatnots. Damn... That's more disappointing than what they have to say for each band that performed. The compilation isn't a crap at all. Hell yea. I just heard it and it sounds reasonable. Good enough for a tribute, yea it's a tribute so don't expect that each of them will perform as same as the Eheads do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it isn't an Ehead-match-o-challenge for them to compete for. The bands have their own way, their own name, and their own effort to play their part. As well as you are not asked to award them right? So can you just respect them even if you are so unmoved? React righteously for there's nothing to cut you upon doing it. And hey, it's not a damn errand for you to shit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry looks different from all other existing bad shits =)&lt;br /&gt;And that means....... I could step down to rest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nyts jesse.&lt;br /&gt;nyts jay.&lt;br /&gt;nyts jeff.&lt;br /&gt;nyts jobert.&lt;br /&gt;nyts jan-jan.&lt;br /&gt;nyts jam.&lt;br /&gt;nyts joan.&lt;br /&gt;nyts joyce.&lt;br /&gt;nyts jeison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh... nyts jedi(haha... nearly "J"?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113388197188427412?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113388197188427412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113388197188427412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113388197188427412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113388197188427412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow.html' title='&gt;&gt;| wow.'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113379505445086242</id><published>2005-12-05T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:02:35.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| para sa mga squatters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...or should I say "Helping the road families this Christmas?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our school organization decided to have certain donations for such inhabitants since Christmas is almost here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oopps... This should be a Tagalog entry...&lt;br /&gt;title says "Para sa mga squatters"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*shut*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung sino yung gagong officer na nag-suggest na yung mga squatters na yan ang tulungan namin at kung sino yung nag-approve nung idea na yun eh. Hindi sa ayokong tumulong o sa may galit lang ako sa mga squatters. Ang weak lang kasi nung suggestion kung bakit sila yung napili at hindi yung mas nangangailangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next week na kailangan yung toothpaste and toothbrush"&lt;br /&gt;"Sus"&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit?"&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit? Bakit sa kanila?"&lt;br /&gt;"Christmas eh"&lt;br /&gt;"So?"&lt;br /&gt;"Kailangan nating tumulong..."&lt;br /&gt;"Kahit hindi Christmas pwede tayong tumulong diba?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oo nga... pero lalo na pag Christmas"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? Eh bakit sa mga squatters?"&lt;br /&gt;"Para sumaya sila ngayong Christmas. Hehe"&lt;br /&gt;"Yun na yun?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oo... teka bakit ba ang dami mong tanong ah?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nakakainis kasi"&lt;br /&gt;"Naiinis kang tumulong?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sa kanila oo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh bakit ba sa mga squatters lang sa area namin na wala namang maitutulong? At sino bang hindi maiinis na tumulong sa mga yan na wala namang ginagawa sa community kung hindi magparami, manglimos, pumatay, magnakaw, at mangabuso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nakabili ka na?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yep"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh? May Sale ba?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sobrang bargain kaya"&lt;br /&gt;"Saan?"&lt;br /&gt;"Sa tiangge... hahahaha"&lt;br /&gt;"Haha. Samahan mo rin ako mamaya ah?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, sinong gaganahan bumili ng high quality materials para sa mga yun? Kahit nga yata yung medium brands eh hindi mo pa rin maibibigay. Sapilitan ka na lang na magbibigay eh, bakit kailangang yung mahal pa na sa kanila lang naman mapupunta diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Class, next week na yung canned goods........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh. At meron pa ulit ah? Kaya hindi makuntento yang mga yan eh. Puro asa na lang kasi ang alam. Ano pa nga bang ieexpect ko? Wala ngang alam eh! Ayy teka, meron pala... ang gumawa ng krimen at makipag-sex sa kapwa squatter nila. Dun sila magaling eh. Skill ba? Astig yung talent nila diba? Gago! Hindi astig yung tawag dun! Kalaswaan at kabobohan yun! Isipin mo, nung year 2002, 3.4 million ang squatters sa Pilipinas. Ano pa ngayong 2005 at parating na 2006? Lalo pa silang dadami at ikakalat ang mababahong pagkatao nila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gusto ko ng noodles"&lt;br /&gt;"Para sa mga squatters?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi eh"&lt;br /&gt;"Bakit ano bang ibibigay mo sa mga yun? Sardines"&lt;br /&gt;"Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabaho na nga, lalo pang babaho. Haha. Nakakagago talaga. Squatters na nga sila tapos sardines pa yung matatanggap nila. Wow fish! Hahahaha. At magrereklamo pa, imbes magpasalamat kahit na binigyan mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami pa naman kasing pwedeng tulungan eh. Marami pang options. Marami pang alternatives. Nakakaasar lang talaga kung bakit ganoon na lang yung pagpili ng pwedeng tulungan. Ah isa pa, hindi lang naman yun ang pagtulong ah. Marami pa ring paraan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yan, tatapusin ko na kahit marami pa akong gustong ilagay. Mas kailangan kong mag-aral kaysa pag-tuunan ng pansin yung ganitong bagay. Gusto ko lang mag-react. Wala namang masama dito sa entry ko. Dahil kung meron man... baka tinamaan ka lang ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113379505445086242?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113379505445086242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113379505445086242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113379505445086242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113379505445086242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/para-sa-mga-squatters.html' title='&gt;&gt;| para sa mga squatters'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113371265604797504</id><published>2005-12-05T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:22:23.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| wow. the throwing muse had a new layout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;meeeeeeeeep.. haha. my new layout doesn't suck that much, right?&lt;br /&gt;guess i had the right inspiration (that made this possible? oh yea.. thanks)&lt;br /&gt;btw, that's kate and sawyer epitomizing infatuation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;gnyt jesse. thanks for the recent IM's... and the"ingat"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that's it. it's dawn and i'm soooooo drained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love g4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(with ic)&lt;br /&gt;heh&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/18632715-113371265604797504?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113371265604797504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113371265604797504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113371265604797504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113371265604797504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/wow-throwing-muse-had-new-layout.html' title='&gt;&gt;| wow. the throwing muse had a new layout'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113340548551176991</id><published>2005-12-01T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:13:30.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| got a new message in friendster.. read it mehn</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Princess juLy wrote: [1]&lt;br /&gt;can u add me up... hi im very curious lang about you and fatal db kaw ung tumatwag na pare q sa kanya and then wat happen i know naging kau ni fatal i am ryt? mail me bak and thnx&lt;br /&gt;&gt; july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;My reply: [1]&lt;br /&gt;it might be silly adding you up for your curiosity. but hey, i'm not being mean here. it's just that, what it is to snoop for with my profile? is it for you to be able to see the unseen? why don't you use fatal's account to fully view my page? now, that's an idea you could imply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hell how dork i am to act so damn snobby in my message but i just can't react unassumingly. it's just that.. if you like him, just tell it directly (to fatal) and dont even try to bother other people's life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;up to when you guys will unlock your mentality about love? when will you be aware of how the time elapses once we have an alternative... and yea, it is a damn gift of God for us to move on (mostly, when we fall). for it isnt about finding the loop holes from our past that is so over and done. now isn’t yesterday its about the present of what will bump and exist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;damn im just fed up with this crossly heart's catastrophe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;Princess juLy wrote: [2]&lt;br /&gt;im sorry i did not mean anything about it before kc i just saw ur testimonial with fatal sweet nyo kc dun kala q nga kau parin and lately i just open my frndster and saw a new gf of fatal nagulat ako thats why i write you.. Im sorry kung nag iba ung naging tingin mo sa sulat ko ha.. d ko tlga sinsadya un.. im sorry tlga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we can be frndz ryt..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;write me back and God Bless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thnx &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;My reply: [2]&lt;br /&gt;erm. what the hell is that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and uh, harshly speaking, your message is so annoying. yea, it really does.. particularly, the syntax used. oh well, i'm not having any lectures... my sensitivity merely had its confines.. much headache ne?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;just piss me off, will you?! don't act so kind or innocent. it's not cute in any case.. damn witty message.. you thought its appealing? well, it's more of a trash!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;crappppppppp......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;fatal don't even know you, so don't give a damn about us.. for it's not even your business! and what we had or have isn't a BIG DEAL after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you are mentally absorbed at your age..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;get a life =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;****************** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;look, she's 25 and that's how insanity cracks her.&lt;br /&gt;(she's 6 years older than me eh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, could somebody tell me...&lt;br /&gt;am i too cruel about it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, i'm just sweet *laughs* and yea... mad (almost)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;[4e8i1h5c1a6m2h3a4i2.lost]&lt;/span&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/18632715-113340548551176991?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113340548551176991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113340548551176991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113340548551176991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113340548551176991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/12/got-new-message-in-friendster-read-it.html' title='&gt;&gt;| got a new message in friendster.. read it mehn'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113335547270384130</id><published>2005-11-30T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:11:45.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| the object of her affection</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The succeeding lines will be pathetic enough to break you through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know you, but I love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;I can't see you, but I hope you're here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you, but I need you here with me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm falling down, falling down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*lament*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Guess I had another &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;heart's catastrophe&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Can you imagine how your blurry façade still parks up even for a modest count? Wow. I just had a quick bunk entry that talks about our yesterday's upshot eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm visiting your site later =)&lt;br /&gt;I'm really missing you (though wala akong ibabato.. heh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But perhaps, these titles will do:&lt;br /&gt;1. Angel.&lt;br /&gt;2. Lover.&lt;br /&gt;3. Girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;There's no need to hunch,&lt;br /&gt;Just learn by your heart.&lt;/span&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/18632715-113335547270384130?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113335547270384130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113335547270384130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113335547270384130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113335547270384130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/object-of-her-affection.html' title='&gt;&gt;| the object of her affection'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113315721060307160</id><published>2005-11-28T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-27T22:29:11.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| magsisimbang gabi kami!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;excited na ako syempre dahil sa'yo&lt;br /&gt;kasama na naman kita hanggang sa mag-umaga&lt;br /&gt;simbang gabi, simbang gabi (magsisimbang gabi kami)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;simbang gabi, simbang gabi (magsisimbang gabi kami)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*puffs*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;aww.. malapit na ang pasko! haha. tagalog eh. PASKO!!!!!! hahahaha. mas ok ang pasko pag may kasama ka. pag kompleto kayo ng pamilya mo, kasama mo ang barkada, o kaya mas matindi e pag kasama mo yung taong nagpapasaya sa'yo.. yung taong mahal mo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"last year sinong kasama mo nung simbang gabi?"&lt;br /&gt;"ako lang."&lt;br /&gt;"oh ikaw lang mag-isa?"&lt;br /&gt;"oo."&lt;br /&gt;"bakit?"&lt;br /&gt;"burden kaya ang may kasama. antayan pa lang badtrip na. tapos hindi ka pa makakapagconcentrate."&lt;br /&gt;"nakakatuwa ka rin naman eh. minsan religious ka, minsan naman matalino ka, minsan matino ka..."&lt;br /&gt;"oo ganun talaga ako"&lt;br /&gt;"teka hindi pa ko tapos. lahat yun minsan lang."&lt;br /&gt;"hindi kaya!"&lt;br /&gt;"haha. minsan lang nga."&lt;br /&gt;"ui sa 16 ah.."&lt;br /&gt;"oh kala ko ba burden yun? "&lt;br /&gt;"hindi. iba yun. basta pag magsisimba tayo dapat from the heart, ayy from your heart"&lt;br /&gt;"ewan. anong pinagkaiba nun?"&lt;br /&gt;"basta from your heart saka from the heart"&lt;br /&gt;"oo na. sige na matutulog na ko. anong oras na!"&lt;br /&gt;"bakit?"&lt;br /&gt;"bakit ano?"&lt;br /&gt;"bakit.... bakit nga ba kita pinipigilan?"&lt;br /&gt;"haha sige na bye"&lt;br /&gt;"bye.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ayos! yan yung conversation namin nung 25th (last friday, one month to go before christmas). tamang pinagplanuhan na diba?! ang saya nun! kasama mo ang mahal mo bago pa lang mag-pasko. eh paano pag hindi mo mahal yung kasama mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"shit. magkausap kami kagabi."&lt;br /&gt;"nino?"&lt;br /&gt;"ng mahal ko. LOL. haha."&lt;br /&gt;"haha. mahal?.. ah si ano?"&lt;br /&gt;"oo siya. ayun magsisimbang gabi kami (singing tone)"&lt;br /&gt;"haha. parokya.. eh teka paano si.."&lt;br /&gt;"edi magsimba siya mag-isa. o kaya magsama siya ng iba. bakit hindi ba siya makakapagsimba ng wala ako?"&lt;br /&gt;"speaking of.. ayun oh!"&lt;br /&gt;"tae. hindi naman siya ang hinahanap ko"&lt;br /&gt;"haha. destined kayo magkita ngayon!"&lt;br /&gt;"pasok na nga tayo!"&lt;br /&gt;"teka, ayaw mo antayin?"&lt;br /&gt;"grr.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wow eh. hindi mo gusto makita, pero yun ang nakita mo. hindi yun ang hinahanap mo, pero yun ang andyan para sa'yo. ganoon talaga yung feeling kapag hindi mo mahal yung isang tao. hanggat pwede mong iwasan, iiwas ka. pero ang hirap din naman nilang iwanan, hindi dahil sa magpapasko. mahirap, kasi makakasakit ka. bakit ngayon ba sa tingin mo hindi sila nasasaktan sa ginagawa mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ako kasi, alam kong nakakasakit ako ng ibang tao. lahat nung pag-iwas ko, yung pagwawalang bahala ko sa kanya.. alam ko nasasaktan ko siya sa lahat ng yun. hindi ako manhid. alam ko yung mga panggagago ko. pero hindi ko pa rin kasalanan eh. bakit kamo? wala naman kasi siyang ginagawa para mahalin ko siya. kung may effort man siya, kulang pa eh. pinilit ko namang makaramdam ng kahit konting magic samin eh, pero kahit spark kasi wala. kaya nga nakipagbreak ako. pero ayaw niya ako i-let go. so anong gagawin ko? ipipilit ko na wala na kaming pag-asa? edi ayun.. sabi ko, sige isa pa. ayan may chance pa ulit. pero hanggang ngayon wala pa rin eh. 4 months na kami at wala pa rin akong maramdaman, kaya hindi ko kasalanan kung may iba ako. at yung iba na yun ang nagpapasaya sakin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"samahan mo ko mag-sm"&lt;br /&gt;"huh? pupunta ako sa kanila mamaya"&lt;br /&gt;"eh gagawin ka lang nung slave"&lt;br /&gt;"ewan sayo.."&lt;br /&gt;"dito ka na lang magpunta"&lt;br /&gt;"hindi pwede."&lt;br /&gt;"bakit?"&lt;br /&gt;"naka-oo na ko kagabi sa kanya"&lt;br /&gt;"samahan mo na lang ako, mas masaya ka naman sakin ah"&lt;br /&gt;"haha. paano mo naman nalaman?"&lt;br /&gt;"kung tatlo kayo sa isang bangka sinong pipiliin mo, yung taong mahal ka o kung san ka masaya?"&lt;br /&gt;"lol. kakornihan mo nanaman"&lt;br /&gt;"sa text kaya yun!"&lt;br /&gt;"oo mushy mushy.. tae ang korni mo talaga"&lt;br /&gt;"hahaha.. oh ano sama ka na sakin?"&lt;br /&gt;"hindi talaga."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;umiiwas din naman ako minsan eh. umiiwas ako na masaktan ko siya. na kahit gusto kong mas makasama yung taong gusto ko talaga makasama, naiisip ko pa rin siya. kasi mali. kasi kami pa. taena naman kasi. bakit ba kami pa? o bakit ba naging kami pa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;at sino nga bang pipiliin ko? yung taong mahal ako pero hindi ko maramdaman? o dun ako sa taong mahal ko at pinapasaya ako? nakakagago yung tanong pero yun kasi yung nangyayari eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;*sings*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;"......Nandito lang ako maghihintay, Lagi mong tatandaan"&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/18632715-113315721060307160?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113315721060307160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113315721060307160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113315721060307160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113315721060307160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/magsisimbang-gabi-kami.html' title='&gt;&gt;| magsisimbang gabi kami!'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113282380999938442</id><published>2005-11-24T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:18:00.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| a puff a day keeps your partner away (aww.. that’s sweet)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Lament people, lament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't catch up my one o'clock class just because of my rubbish hobby. Darn! That is sooo horrible! I'm taking so much pleasure that I didn't come to discern the undertakings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, it's already done.&lt;br /&gt;The previous fault happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*puffs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no remedy for now, but maybe I could deal with it next week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113282380999938442?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113282380999938442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113282380999938442' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113282380999938442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113282380999938442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/puff-day-keeps-your-partner-away-aww.html' title='&gt;&gt;| a puff a day keeps your partner away (aww.. that’s sweet)'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113282364452554398</id><published>2005-11-23T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:10:28.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| food trippin' mix-ups</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*yum*&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;got a popcorn and a peanut butter here. it can be a match, i tell you =P wanna join?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113282364452554398?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113282364452554398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113282364452554398' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113282364452554398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113282364452554398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/food-trippin-mix-ups.html' title='&gt;&gt;| food trippin&apos; mix-ups'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113256323840002398</id><published>2005-11-21T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:19:25.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| i'm calm most of the time, but when i'm pissed, i'm pissed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I just got home, and yea it's too early that I didn't even hang around the camp and puff a single cig (given the chance and the horrible mood). And it's so seldom that I have this type of front, but certainly, even without its daily visibility, it's in my individuality... it's still ME. Soooo ME! *shut* And as soon as I enter our house, I walked-in towards my room to reflect of what have really happened. Unquestionably, I'm mad and helpless through that point. The acts of confronting were being overstated, but only in my imaginative mind. I'm going nuts and I just want to stroke any idea I projected. But even if I state the entire basis, I'm still not sure if I could win the case. Since letting go of something or someone without any struggle does not imply weakness, inconsistently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's much more for me than what you have taken! Curse you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[ Deymn.. Nice one! I love that line!! =) makes me refreshed! *whew* I think I won't be needing the alcohol now... haha. Do I have to call it off with no bona fide? Hell of nonsensicality here. ]&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;Talking about them; the Others (but not from Lost), will be the substance of this entry.&lt;br /&gt;*warps back*&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;The others don't really know me. They only act as if they were. In fact, their sense and shout-outs about me is not what I really am after all. They don't even know the 10% of ME. Imagine? So where did those impressions come up, when they could only sense is just the floating point of 0.001 or less of my dorky presence?&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;mydorkyFRIEND : oh san ka galing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theverydorkyME : sa washroom. *raised eyebrow* oh you're with "Ims"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mydorkyFRIEND : *laughs* hindi ah. Tinanong niya ko kaya ko kinausap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theverydorkyME : sus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mydorkyFRIEND : hindi mo itatanong kung ano?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theverydorkyME : oh well, shoot it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mydorkyFRIEND : Tinatanong kung kayo pa ni "J"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theverydorkyME : haha. sino sa "J" ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mydorkyFRIEND : hambog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theverydorkyME : oh ano nga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mydorkyFRIEND : yun nga rin yung tinanong ko eh *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theverydorkyME : *laughs* then? Anong reaction niya? Nakuba siya sa tanong mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mydorkyFRIEND : Oo. Marami ka pa rin daw kinakarir. Tapos ang dami pang tinanong. Tumahimik na lang ako. Ano yun Interview o Graded Recitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theverydorkyME : eh.. do I know her?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mydorkyFRIEND : haha. oo kilala mo yun. pero siya, hindi ka niya kilala. ni hindi niya alam kung sino ka talaga. Ang gago niya rin naman at sa akin pa siya nagtanong. Though alam niyang close tayo, hindi niya naman naisip na malalaman mo yung kagaguhan niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theverydorkyME : teka, you do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mydorkyFRIEND : malamang kilala kita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theverydorkyME : sige, paano??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;mydorkyFRIEND : tara yosi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;theverydorkyME : haha. hindi ka nga OTHERS =P tae ka!&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;...that conversation with my not-so-dorky-buddy gives the gist. She knows not only my smoking stances, or my history of love-affairs and whatnots, that lad knows me from within. However, this lad doesn't know me exactly, but maybe about 10-20% of what I really am. *smug* It’s 10-20% higher than what the Others assume. Lol! Whopping difference eh?! &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 as right as I fuckin' believe,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect, but I know I'm smart.&lt;br /&gt;As well as I'm confident and have my OWN IDENTITY.&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;strong&gt;BOGUS&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I have some crap for you:&lt;br /&gt;[1] Don't try so hard to become ME (for that would never happen!)&lt;br /&gt;[2] Put up your own mask and stop doubling-up what you can't imitate (aww... trying hard eh?)&lt;br /&gt;[3] Impersonating takes much expertise and it should be impressive enough (bear that in mind, if you have.. heh)&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;You get 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;Plus here's a swift note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;GET A LIFE!&lt;br /&gt;YOU CAN NEVER BE ME!&lt;br /&gt;THE TERM LOSER DOES ONLY APPLY TO YOU&lt;br /&gt;DAMN YOU IMS!&lt;br /&gt;FIND FOR YOURSELF!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;(........time starts now!!)&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;L.O.L.&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;Oh well. It would fit much better now =)&lt;br /&gt;I suppose, I'll just have to screw the Others. &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;*yawn*&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 love this entry.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me so dedicated.&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;Anyways, got a black-and-red nail buff ups =) I'm to repaint them next week with a more gripping tint to shit them off (again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/blackandred_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/200/blackandred_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/blackandred_1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;DARN! I AM SO NICE! =)&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/18632715-113256323840002398?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113256323840002398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113256323840002398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113256323840002398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113256323840002398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-calm-most-of-time-but-when-im.html' title='&gt;&gt;| i&apos;m calm most of the time, but when i&apos;m pissed, i&apos;m pissed.'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113237283340707316</id><published>2005-11-19T12:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T00:49:34.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| fixating-in with the soft-femme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*my bum is on the cheese, my bum is on the cheese! if i get lucky, i'll get a disease!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. you are really freakin' me out now....but i do love that song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*starts singing the bum-bum song (again)*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113237283340707316?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113237283340707316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113237283340707316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113237283340707316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113237283340707316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/fixating-in-with-soft-femme.html' title='&gt;&gt;| fixating-in with the soft-femme'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113207022658021325</id><published>2005-11-15T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:24:24.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| not from some unknown person</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i walked off to a privately public place this afternoon. i think 20 (or less) adults yung nandun. and i consider them as adults, kasi obviously nasa 10 years (or more) ang age gap namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was just evenly sitting on the sofa and waiting for a hired hand to handle me. sobrang mind-numbing nung spot ko nun, at feeling ko long-drawn-out talaga magstay dun. pero i can't call off na lang ng basta kaya i have to delay leaving that place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then, may nag-on nung radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omfg! may amusement na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking the music in makes my mood again. ayos! buti na lang astig yung napili nilang station, at hindi yung songs from their era. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas ayos na sana eh.. distraction nga lang yung isa dun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hala react! free naman tayong magreact eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero tahimik lang akong nakinig sa kanta saka dun sa matandang mas malakas pa yung volume. malapit na yung time ko eh. malapit na kong umalis dun sa site na yun. err! ilang minutes na lang ako na.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero bago yun, nagsalita yung isang matabang babae na bagong dating. nagkwento lang tungkol sa pagiging babae niya. tapos maya-maya yung bakla naman ang nagsalita. nagbigay pa ng joke na tinawanan nila without knowing it's meaning. gago diba?! tumawa sila kahit hindi nila alam yung sinabi nung bakla. tumawa lang sila dahil alam nilang nakakatawa yun. ni hindi nila alam kung nilalait na ba sila o kung pinagtatawanan na nila mismo yung mga sarili nila. nakakatuwa silang panoorin eh, ang stupid nila tignan kahit mukha naman silang well-educated creatures. haha. another amusement ko ba? siguro nga. inaantok na kasi ako nun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;.........................................blag!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(shit! my receiver splits up!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"ayy nahulog yung CP mo"&lt;br /&gt;"tsk tsk"&lt;br /&gt;"ayan nagkalas"&lt;br /&gt;"nahulog yung CP niya"&lt;br /&gt;"nawasak yun malamang"&lt;br /&gt;"tumayo ka na para pulutin"&lt;br /&gt;"oo nga"&lt;br /&gt;"kunin mo agad"&lt;br /&gt;"ang lakas nung pagkakabagsak nun ah"&lt;br /&gt;"sira yun malamang"&lt;br /&gt;"napunta dun yung isang part"&lt;br /&gt;"hindi. dumi yan. ayun yung CP nya"&lt;br /&gt;"meron pa dun sa kabilang side oh" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and blah blah blah! seems like lahat na nga ng expression pag may nahulog or nasira eh narinig ko dun. still, tahimik lang ako. wala akong binigkas na kahit anong mura nung nahulog yun. nagulat din naman ako eh, pero hindi ako nag over act. hindi naman totally na nasira eh, bumagsak lang. at kung masira man, edi ipagawa o bumili ng bago. ang simple diba? kaya nga calmed pa rin ako na kinuha yun eh. ibang iba sa kanila. pero wala rin namang mali sa ginawa nila eh. though wala rin akong sinasabing tama yun. may right naman kasi sila magreact eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit naman ako eh, kung sinagot ko sila that moment dahil na-annoyed ako, right ko rin yun! hindi tama na gawin ko pero hindi rin mali. bakit ano bang naitulong ng mga naging reactions and opinions nila?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang hirap kasi, mahilig tayong makielam sa maraming bagay. inaabuso natin yung rights na yan. sinasanay nating laging magbigay ng opinion kahit hindi naman hinihingi o kailangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;this fuckining opinions is fine if it is needed, as well as if it is logical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for instance, dun sa mga school works ko.. i do call for our advisers assistance for our thesis para sa quality nung docu &amp;amp; system namin through the preparation, development, and completion nung study. kailangan namin ng related ideas, reviews, and critics para mas mapaganda yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as well as, when i purchase several items sa mall at may salesman/saleslady na mag-ooffer sa akin ng ibang brand. i-ignore ko man sila o hindi, job nilang kausapin ako at magbigay ng positive statements about it. hindi ko man hingin yung side nila, ok lang na magsalita sila ng magsalita. rational kasi yun eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and how does it become distinctive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mostly, ito yung mga reactions natin na walang sense kung minsan. like on how we advise sa mga friends natin sa mga situations nilang to some extent nonsensical din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;"shit ano bang irereply ko?"&lt;br /&gt;"wag ka na kaya magreply?"&lt;br /&gt;"o kaya wag mo na lang sabihin yung totoo"&lt;br /&gt;"tae.. ano naming sasabihin ko?"&lt;br /&gt;"mamaya kami magkikita. may papasabi ka?"&lt;br /&gt;"tapos gaguhin mo"&lt;br /&gt;"haha. gago"&lt;br /&gt;"gago ka rin. tayo ang nag-gagaguhan eh"&lt;br /&gt;"nakakainis naman eh. ang unfair."&lt;br /&gt;"oh unfair? may iba ka pa rin naman diba? edi yun enjoy ka lang"&lt;br /&gt;"oo nga. enjoy lang. tapos magreply ka jan sa katext mo para tumigil ka na"&lt;br /&gt;"nagreply na ko!"&lt;br /&gt;"anong sinabi mo?"&lt;br /&gt;"edi yung sinabi nyo"&lt;br /&gt;"oh? ano bang sinabi ko?"&lt;br /&gt;"edi yung naunang matino"&lt;br /&gt;"fuck.. matino pala yun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yan yung conversation namin kanina ng group ko. ang labo pero may idea. we are free to express what we have in mind, kahit unpleasant terms pa yung gamitin namin or what-so-ever. humingi siya ng opinion kaya kami nagreact. pero ang illogical pa rin kasi puro kagaguhan lang naman yung sinabi namin. pwedeng gumulo lalo or umayos yung situation niya dahil lang sa simpleng message na yun eh. pero kahit anong sabihin namin, nasa kanya pa rin yung decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gaya nung pagtahimik na ginawa ko kanina nung nag-split up ang receiver ko, yun ang decision ko. i prefer not to say anything dahil wala namang maitutulong yun to fasten my receiver back to what it is before. hindi lang porket may rights tayo to express ourselves at mag-react eh lagi na lang natin yun gagamitin kahit nakaka- aggravate tayo ng ibang tao. yung ibang tao kasi na yun eh may rights din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;and that is the &lt;strong&gt;right for privacy and to live.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that adults should discern it. alam ko namang educated sila eh. wala naman sila dun kung hindi. pero yung pagiging mababaw nila kanina, parang nalimutan nila yung profile nila. they acted so poorly na halos squatters ang tingin ko sa kanila kanina. “squatters” in other means. nakakainis lang talaga kasi. hindi naman siguro ganon kadali malimutan ang humanity subject kung saan declared ang mga rights diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;heh. i'm too smart for this crap that i suppose to appear polite even after that event. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113207022658021325?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113207022658021325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113207022658021325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113207022658021325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113207022658021325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/not-from-some-unknown-person.html' title='&gt;&gt;| not from some unknown person'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113197938579470194</id><published>2005-11-14T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:52:58.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;|  **** guys, where are we?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vid 102&lt;br /&gt;PILOT, part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch Lost and be Lost (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air date [channel 23] : November 14, 2005 at 9:10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohooo!!&lt;br /&gt;get Lost.. hahaha..&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;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"i'm not a coward"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"alright, if you see or hear anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;anything...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;run!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;- jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"shut up and stop trying to be charming"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- shannon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"i'm not so good around blood"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- hurley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"i know your type" - sawyer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"i'm not so sure" - kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"i don't care what you believe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- kate (fb)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"we should keep moving"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- sayid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"i'm alone now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;please someone come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;the others there, they're dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it killed them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;it killed them all"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;- shannon (translation)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113197938579470194?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113197938579470194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113197938579470194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113197938579470194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113197938579470194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/guys-where-are-we.html' title='&gt;&gt;|  **** guys, where are we?'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113197084689428118</id><published>2005-11-14T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T22:33:53.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;nakakagago talaga yung mga nangyayari as of now =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ang labo eh&lt;br /&gt;mas oblique pa kasi yun sa mga reflexes ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for months, magkachat kami&lt;br /&gt;typical "hi", "hello", "busy?" phrase lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;minsan nga lang tumagal ang conversation namin&lt;br /&gt;siguro kapag hindi siya busy,&lt;br /&gt;kapag wala siyang makachat,&lt;br /&gt;o kapag gusto niya manggago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;followed by this fuckining event&lt;br /&gt;walang planned time or place for us to meet up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ang alam lang namin,&lt;br /&gt;pareho kaming existing sa mundong yun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;late dawn ko siya nakita (though i'm not that sure na siya nga yun), hindi ako lumapit sa kanya para magpakilala or umepal sa tabi niya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*preferring to stay behind my group while staring this flickering someone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;natapos ang event, umuwi ako with my past lover&lt;br /&gt;in short, ex ko.&lt;br /&gt;shorter, x q.&lt;br /&gt;heh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;then after several hours&lt;br /&gt;may nag Online sa Y!M List ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;siya&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so, i started to freak out&lt;br /&gt;"what if mag-invi na lang kaya ako"&lt;br /&gt;"err.."&lt;br /&gt;"busy kaya siya?"&lt;br /&gt;"oo, bc-bchan yun kaya hindi niya mapapansin na OL ako"&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;(as i double-clicked this person's ID and yak with)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;and that conversation leads to a different line&lt;br /&gt;(so as to giving out our contact numbers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it's a week of mushy messages and chat convesations&lt;br /&gt;also, a week for me to commit a sinless crime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;rapidly falling in&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hell of one week that felt like in heavens&lt;br /&gt;but that's just it&lt;br /&gt;just that ONE WEEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;na kahit gusto ko siya at gusto niya ko,&lt;br /&gt;after that week&lt;br /&gt;its ended&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;our story already had a cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and why is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;oh, it's as simple as,&lt;br /&gt;i didn't play the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;iba kasi yung stand niya, hindi siya for serious attachment and whatnots&lt;br /&gt;at ako naman, i'm still attached with someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;big deal sakin yun&lt;br /&gt;kasi lalabas na ang sama ko&lt;br /&gt;at maglolokohan lang rin kami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pero, yung pag deny ko sa game niya&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean na pati ang status namin as friends will be affected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what if i have the same opinion at an instant?&lt;br /&gt;what if pumayag na lang pala ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what if.. what if.. what if..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pero that "what-ifs" will not take its place again, right?&lt;br /&gt;fuckining stretch of time!&lt;br /&gt;gago ba&lt;br /&gt;wala naman nun eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so i'll just freak out once again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"i miss you"&lt;br /&gt;"shit ka nga lang and your effective ignoring ways"&lt;br /&gt;"though, i still want you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ayoko na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;wala na akong mailagay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;yun na yun eh.&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/18632715-113197084689428118?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113197084689428118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113197084689428118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113197084689428118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113197084689428118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/is-someone-getting-best-best-best-best.html' title='&gt;&gt;| is someone getting the best, the best, the best, the best of you?'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113189092031309321</id><published>2005-11-13T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T06:08:40.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| worth a hug??</title><content type='html'>lights off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakabading palang kayapusan si yael eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113189092031309321?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113189092031309321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113189092031309321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113189092031309321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113189092031309321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/worth-hug.html' title='&gt;&gt;| worth a hug??'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113171916325658553</id><published>2005-11-11T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T06:26:03.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| relate relate relate</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;" You brighten my life like a polystyrene hat But it melts in the sun like a life without love But I've waited for you so I'll keep crying out Without You"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;nice song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that,&lt;br /&gt;i can even relate through the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh,&lt;br /&gt;here's another one&lt;br /&gt;[but for a different what-so-ever]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"I want to talk to you But im so scared Before i never cared Infatuation's never there But now it's killing me I really hate myself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both are skeptical.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113171916325658553?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113171916325658553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113171916325658553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113171916325658553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113171916325658553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/relate-relate-relate.html' title='&gt;&gt;| relate relate relate'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113146067409996276</id><published>2005-11-08T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T06:45:41.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| fucking mail for a slut</title><content type='html'>err.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gumawa ako ng letter para sa bestfriend ko na girl.&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi siya yung slut.&lt;br /&gt;yung nanggugulo sa life niya yung slut,&lt;br /&gt;at para dun yung mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;got your mail.&lt;br /&gt;thanks for the concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, there's nothing to talk about it any longer.&lt;br /&gt;but i know i still have to react on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll not make this hard,cause you probably know that what i did is just the normal thing a girl could do when she sense something.&lt;br /&gt;mostly, that horrible feeling that knocks over, til it stucks from the head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i got hurt,&lt;br /&gt;i attempted to talked to him..&lt;br /&gt;that might seems like a friggin' fall out or what-so-ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's just a feeling for a scrap of an instance&lt;br /&gt;that as soon as i got calmed,&lt;br /&gt;it will all be compensated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..and that's what happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, it's typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and thus will make whichever sense..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sorry for that alarming uproar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and uh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thanks for this mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;getting your idea had pretty much appeased me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113146067409996276?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113146067409996276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113146067409996276' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113146067409996276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113146067409996276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/fucking-mail-for-slut.html' title='&gt;&gt;| fucking mail for a slut'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113141101663234982</id><published>2005-11-08T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:50:16.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| heavenly slice of sweets</title><content type='html'>fuckining shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ever woke up not to early and you have to eat breakfast before going to class?&lt;br /&gt;that upon stepping down, you'll find those sweet craps you cannot eat because of your goddamned sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deymn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to eat any piece of that cakes, pies, and brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a piece that may not affect or irritate.&lt;br /&gt;just for me to taste it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sometimes,abstaining from what-so-ever is much needed.&lt;br /&gt;you just have to control even if it's really freaking you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as much as i am pissed off with the idea,&lt;br /&gt;i just did =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congratulations to me&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday dad *cheers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113141101663234982?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113141101663234982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113141101663234982' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113141101663234982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113141101663234982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/heavenly-slice-of-sweets.html' title='&gt;&gt;| heavenly slice of sweets'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113137166246406416</id><published>2005-11-07T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T06:44:01.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| **** you all everybody</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;vid 101&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;PILOT, part 1&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;watch Lost and be Lost (again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;air date [channel 23] : November 7, 2005 at 9:10pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wohooo!!&lt;br /&gt;get Lost.. hahaha..&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;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"you don't seem afraid at all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i dont understand that"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-kate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;".. so real, and i knew i had to deal with it so i just made a choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;i'd let the fear in, let it take over, let it do its thing but only for 5 seconds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;that's all i'm gonna giving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;so i started to count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;... and it was gone"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;-jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;"how is something like that happen?"&lt;br /&gt;-charlie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113137166246406416?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113137166246406416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113137166246406416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113137166246406416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113137166246406416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/you-all-everybody.html' title='&gt;&gt;| **** you all everybody'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113119743143291684</id><published>2005-11-05T21:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T05:30:31.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| spell it right or don't spell it at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#dd6599;"&gt;nature's effect : raindrops&lt;br /&gt;moody mood : not good. unwell. pissed off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;stop asking how am i or how have i been!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;screw that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hell! you don't even care about me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;what's with 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;uh, cig... anyone??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;well you know what,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just hate 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;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I HATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THIS FEELING..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THIS SELF..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;THIS SHIT..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113119743143291684?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113119743143291684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113119743143291684' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113119743143291684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113119743143291684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/spell-it-right-or-dont-spell-it-at-all.html' title='&gt;&gt;| spell it right or don&apos;t spell it at all'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113116334879849899</id><published>2005-11-05T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:25:36.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| it's better to watch yael's growl than....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; gud m('',)rning ate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; hassle naman eh. ate nanaman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; gaano ba ko katanda sa'yo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ayaw mo ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; kung mas matanda talaga ako sayo ok lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; how old r u naba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; ako ang unang nagtanong so ikaw muna yung sumagot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; opo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; soweeeee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; 21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; ok. ka-age mo pala kuya ko. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; 18 lang ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ganun ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; punta ka dec 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ineng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; yep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; sa 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; bakit? anong event sa 1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; mtv sa taguig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; huh? hindi siguro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sa 2 na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ahhh &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;free daw yun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; oh? mas magulo pag free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sa bagay tama ka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dami pa bolocks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; bakit pupunta ka ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; cguro hindi na rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; diba own pc mo yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; may cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; meron pero hindi ko gagamitin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; i'm fed up with cams. wala namang nangyayari. nakakagago lang gumamit non&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ganun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; hindi pala ako gagamit nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; baka maging gago ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; heheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ako rin di ako gumagamit khit meron d2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; para sa akin lang kasi, wala namang mangyayari kung magcacam ako.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kung maayos ako, they will continue to chat/view with me. pero kung hindi, they will automatically turn it off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi: &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tama diba? typically, lahat naman tayo gawain yon.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; saka, nag-online tayo ng messenger tools para makipagchat, hindi para mawalan ng gana ang mga kachat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ako di ako ganun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; pag hindi ko gusto yung mukha ng kachat ko dahil nakita ko sa cam, tatamarin na ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; honga walang thriill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; waste of time yon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; uu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ok na maganda naman yung nasa avatar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; sigurado ka namang ako yung nasa avatar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ewan ko lng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; bkit hndi ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; haha. see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; wait huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; malay mo, ginagamit ko lang yung pix na yan para may makachat ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ganun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; look, kung pangit yung nilagay ko jan [same sa paliwanag ko sa cam], hindi ka na matutuwang kachat ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; hindi naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; bkit naman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; di naman ako naghahanap ng maganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; hayy.. ayaw mo pa sabihing tama ako. you keep on pretending dude. ganyan ako, alam kong mas lalong ganyan kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; hindi naman talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; what keeps you this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ano nga name mo sa profile sa frendster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; what for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; para tignan mo kung ano yung face ko dun? kung ako talaga yung nasa avatar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; plzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; hindi po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; eh for what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; wala lng&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; my gagawin lng ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; plzzzzzzz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; so ano ngang gagawin mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; testi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; hindi ka naman naka-add sakin eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;likesthejedi:&lt;/span&gt; saka i'm not asking for a testimonial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; email mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; oi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; ei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; hmmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; nagtampo cguro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; tol bye bye na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;emersaydie:&lt;/span&gt; nxtym ulit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;emersaydie has signed out. (11/5/2005 10:56 AM)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113116334879849899?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113116334879849899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113116334879849899' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113116334879849899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113116334879849899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-better-to-watch-yaels-growl-than.html' title='&gt;&gt;| it&apos;s better to watch yael&apos;s growl than....'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113109285158620430</id><published>2005-11-04T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:26:14.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| (maiiwasan ba) lalong mahulog.. sa iyo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;on the track : sc's una&lt;br /&gt;moody mood : daydreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;irene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;pakisabi nga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i miss YOU"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[parang shout out?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can relate with it, i know you will.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113109285158620430?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113109285158620430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113109285158620430' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113109285158620430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113109285158620430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/maiiwasan-ba-lalong-mahulog-sa-iyo.html' title='&gt;&gt;| (maiiwasan ba) lalong mahulog.. sa iyo'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113108220587924092</id><published>2005-11-04T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:19:23.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| a new-found</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;do i need to have a "&lt;strong&gt;hello world&lt;/strong&gt;" here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HELLO WORLD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well,&lt;br /&gt;i just have to move my entries..&lt;br /&gt;other blog-site sucks big time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113108220587924092?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113108220587924092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113108220587924092' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108220587924092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108220587924092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-found.html' title='&gt;&gt;| a new-found'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113108650486709970</id><published>2005-11-04T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:27:51.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| Friday's-hit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#dd6599;"&gt;on the track : sc's saturn&lt;br /&gt;moody mood : unwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's over!! haha. the video shoot of sponge cola's "&lt;strong&gt;una"&lt;/strong&gt; is already done. yey!!!! a video for the year, a video of the year. &lt;em&gt;*claps*&lt;/em&gt; thanks &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;master&lt;/span&gt; [for the updates] =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;freaky friday&lt;/span&gt;.. err. no events for tonight, not any alcoholic drinks or a bit cig. what a chaos?! the semester break is coming to an end.. *screams* but anyways, school doesn't suck for me so i think it's alright.. &lt;em&gt;*stops screaming*&lt;/em&gt; hahaha. in fact, i miss that site, and the people associated with it. but everything and everyone is changing. that even if it's not a must, still it does. that's why we need to adopt in every environment we are. and from the past, we should learn. hell, this is life, full of fucking mystery and bitching changes.. &lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt; i just await my friends are still them when school approaches. it's not much to expect from them. i'm really missing those shits.. hahahaha&lt;em&gt;..*effects to the trios&lt;/em&gt; [&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jam, joyce, and nald&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;em&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/18632715-113108650486709970?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113108650486709970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113108650486709970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108650486709970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108650486709970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/fridays-hit.html' title='&gt;&gt;| Friday&apos;s-hit'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113108614103412586</id><published>2005-11-03T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:28:44.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| at Odds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#dd6599;"&gt;on the track : pr's scars&lt;br /&gt;moody mood: lament. lament. lament.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"the less you know, the more believable they seem"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;familiar huh? yea, it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;for it was yours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;a part of your work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you are a deep and passionate writer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;as i am being a dreamy reader who easily believes in every writings you do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;thus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;it is so opposing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we can never "&lt;strong&gt;thrive that something&lt;/strong&gt;"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we can never be "&lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we can never be "&lt;strong&gt;in-love&lt;/strong&gt;".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and how about believing such?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shoot!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;want a deal???&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/18632715-113108614103412586?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113108614103412586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113108614103412586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108614103412586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108614103412586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/at-odds.html' title='&gt;&gt;| at Odds'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113108581583077154</id><published>2005-11-03T15:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T05:30:12.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| cig [ii]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/1600/173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5151/1828/320/173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113108581583077154?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113108581583077154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113108581583077154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108581583077154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108581583077154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/cig-ii.html' title='&gt;&gt;| cig [ii]'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113108497608524935</id><published>2005-11-03T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:30:01.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| Looking Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#dd6599;"&gt;got back at 10:01am with nothing tracking&lt;br /&gt;moody mood for the friggin morn: weird! and i think it's disturbing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;err. it seems like i'm certainly getting lost with lots of these dim-wit-made craps. heh. including the fucking efforts, that is oh so required! and speaking of Lost, darn, there's no source to download the recent episode 206 [abandoned]. such cruelty. like having that so called nightmare. hell, i just had it last night. and i was like a youngster who's afraid of the monsters. it's more stupid than frightening, although it alarmed me at dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;moving on.. uh, sponge cola's next single will be "&lt;strong&gt;una&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;em&gt;*claps*&lt;/em&gt; yey!!! a new music video!!! whoohooh!! i really like that song as the many does. geez, it'll be a whole working day video shoot for them later on. so yea, that's another thing to think about, be lost, and be keyed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sings some part*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"maiiwasan ba?? ang bawat sandaling ika'y laman ng isip ko.. maiiwasan ba?? ngayo'y lilipas ng hindi kita nasisilayan.. nagkamali sa'yo!! nararapat bang pigilan ang damdamin na... maiiwasan ba? lalong mahulog sa iyo!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113108497608524935?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113108497608524935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113108497608524935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108497608524935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108497608524935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/looking-lost.html' title='&gt;&gt;| Looking Lost'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113108444679009092</id><published>2005-11-02T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:30:39.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| go for personality or looks?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#dd6599;"&gt;on the track: mojo's tumatakbo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#dd6599;"&gt;moody mood: sleepy yet pleased &lt;em&gt;*smugs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"go for personality or looks?"&lt;/strong&gt; haha. good shit! that's a question i had read a while ago. attention-grabbing?! perhaps, it is. why would i put it in my fucking blog kung wala lang yon sakin diba? oh well, that's much more to relay. so ano nga ba ang sagot? without doubt, personality! but apparently, ung outside ang una nating napopoint-out as we observe and give some remarks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and as a typical being, ganon din ako. looks muna bago ang personality. i even had this striking &lt;strong&gt;who-ever&lt;/strong&gt; with me. attractive talaga. and given the time, dun ko pa lang makikilala ang totoong siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;but so far, i'm graduating from that aspect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i need to mature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;after all, i learned.&lt;br /&gt;=) heh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113108444679009092?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113108444679009092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113108444679009092' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108444679009092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108444679009092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/11/go-for-personality-or-looks.html' title='&gt;&gt;| go for personality or looks?!'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113108329324856610</id><published>2005-10-31T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:47:09.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| Nonsensical Alternative</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Err. Stiff daylight and alike, motivating me to be bloody unwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*screams*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is not a good shit in any case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I deleted those goofy craps I made for the public not to see it any longer. For once, reflections made it unkind. And cutting it off isn’t the way out, I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sorry for the false move I made a while ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Visibly, it's a bad day. &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/18632715-113108329324856610?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113108329324856610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113108329324856610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108329324856610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108329324856610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/10/nonsensical-alternative.html' title='&gt;&gt;| Nonsensical Alternative'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113108414924081523</id><published>2005-10-30T14:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T22:32:12.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| cig [i]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Though some parts were still a mess, this grin just can't be moved out. And yea, it through me up to do some effect. Perplexing, yet takes the pleasure in. Where on earth this sensation falls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff6666;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff9966;"&gt;42&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;What's next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EXECUTE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heh. I just can't let you press the execute button as the heroes/castaways do. For there's another option, and that is to thrive something from nothing. I can waste sometime with you. That even it will take someone away, I'll still be convinced of taking that bloody risk. I'm sure I will. Cause I need your inside to uncover what I am looking for. Take control of me as your works did. Don't mind the others that will react from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;For sure, after reading this, you might tell me it's "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nakakagago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". Well, perhaps it is. But I'll still sing that song for you. Cause someday, we will share such. For the greater good huh?! =P &lt;em&gt;*sings it*&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/18632715-113108414924081523?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113108414924081523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113108414924081523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108414924081523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108414924081523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/10/cig-i.html' title='&gt;&gt;| cig [i]'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18632715.post-113108712267386296</id><published>2005-10-26T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-04T20:48:28.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&gt;| not up to scratch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;"i don't smoke.. i just....rock"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sob*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;err..&lt;br /&gt;doubt it?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;br /&gt;*sob*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;same with &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"why liers lie?!"&lt;/span&gt; huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*laughs*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;that's just my freakin' stat in my messenger nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;at least, it doesn't suck to much,&lt;br /&gt;though i'm being bloody insane for my thursday morn.&lt;br /&gt;wanna hunch why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sob again*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;shhh!&lt;br /&gt;listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you hear it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pathetic!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;try to fix yours before fixing mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;now&lt;br /&gt;do you get it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;can you even relate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;heh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you want it to be clear right?&lt;br /&gt;for you can't appreciate this insanity goofs&lt;br /&gt;and your mind wasn't capable of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;so how will you understand then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;read it backwards, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;are we "&lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;" ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;is it existing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you serious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;still??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;darn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm not being as stupid as you may think,&lt;br /&gt;not even numb for the greedy acts you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm aiming nowhere&lt;br /&gt;i'm being solitary with this crap&lt;br /&gt;nonetheless, with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and the questions..&lt;br /&gt;..'til when will i ask those?&lt;br /&gt;..'til when will i say that it'll be all fine&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;THAT I'LL BE FINE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sigh*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i just can't get over it&lt;br /&gt;albeit &lt;strong&gt;I DON'T LOVE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;screw &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;enough!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;now.. that's clever&lt;br /&gt;such a script of whatever&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;really crazy!&lt;br /&gt;son of a b*tch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you read those?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;boo!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;get lost!&lt;br /&gt;thank god i'm not you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pbbt!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18632715-113108712267386296?l=jed-i.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/feeds/113108712267386296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18632715&amp;postID=113108712267386296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108712267386296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18632715/posts/default/113108712267386296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jed-i.blogspot.com/2005/10/not-up-to-scratch.html' title='&gt;&gt;| not up to scratch'/><author><name>eihcamhaiicide</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v11/eihca92skrap/000_94354.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
