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Untitled</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ts the 4th page of the new chapter in my life. im in front of my desktop tryna come up with something that i could put into writing. i promised that i would make time to do more entries on my blog, now i have all the time that&amp;nbsp;i got, i feel like im gettin a writer's block. (just spare me that hallucination. im a frustrated writer. really.) i just felt like i needed to write about something that im still tryna figure out as im composing the next few words of this paragraph. it has been always like that. blogging has&amp;nbsp;been a&amp;nbsp;way of releasing my inner thoughts and most of the time, my emotions. i could literally just throw off everything here. that kinda makes me feel relieved, and dismissed, and reassured and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talking about emotions, last 2011 was a circle of emotions. it was one roller coaster ride actually, in which i would say had gotten the back seat ( which is the best seat if you love that&amp;nbsp;weightlessness&amp;nbsp;feeling). so here's the summary of my last year.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;February&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took and passed my comprehensive exam, the hardest examever that I have taken in my entire life which landed me to one of the greatestmoments of my life that happened March of the same year. I was dead nervousthat I totally lost control of everything; I forgot what the date was. I even almost forgot my name. &amp;nbsp;thoI thought I was just really lucky enough to be one of the few who made it, I couldn’tstop thinkin’ how proud I was of myself! Lmao.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;March&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;21&lt;sup&gt;st&lt;/sup&gt; of this month to be exact was pure bliss. Itwas my graduation day. That feeling when you’re standing right next to someone you're not even familiar with, smiling and tellin each other how ecstatic you guys were, thateverything had finally been paid off. And that graduation march song was thebest song ever! (if that was ever a song)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;April&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I took and passed my qualifying exam which was our pre-boardexam. I remember how terrified I was thinkin if i wouldn’t make it, my school wouldn’tpermit me to take the boards. but fortunately, again i was one of the few who&amp;nbsp;actually&amp;nbsp;made it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;May&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the start of the battle to get my license. two grueling and sleepless and tough months in preparation for &amp;nbsp;the greatest combat of my life. i almost gave up but my dreams kept the fire burning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;July&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd &amp;amp; 3rd of this month of 2011. 2 months of preparation for a 2 day battle. i was all set and ready to kick some ass. lmao. Nursing Licensure Examination. 3 years back i would day-dream about this very day, how it would feel like, and how it would actually turn out. now i was here. standing in front of my assigned chamber fervently waiting for it to be cracked open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14th of this month i was hired by the top bpo company in &amp;nbsp;the country and was getting a good pay. it had been really on plan then. right after the last day of my&amp;nbsp;battle, i took a break for like a week. then opted to find a job. and landed from where i was for the next 6 mos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;September&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results came out, and after i saw my name on the list of board passers, i literally jumped out of my seat, and strangled my cousin till he&amp;nbsp;couldn't&amp;nbsp;breathe no more. he slapped me on my face and i realized that it&amp;nbsp;wasn't&amp;nbsp;me at all. so i went back to my seat and tried to be modest as possibly as i could. and continued searching for some names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;October&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was transferred from ortigas&amp;nbsp;site&amp;nbsp;to makati site where i met this person that made my stay at the company special for a month and painful for the next 2 months. painful like someone just casted a cruciatus curse on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;December&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was determined with my decision. last day of 2011 was my last day at work. i QUIT my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;change is the only constant and permanent thing in life. change of plans is just one big aspect of it. certainly reasons are behind and lurking somewhere but if you think you're one of these reasons, hate to break it to ya, but YES! YOU WERE!. &amp;nbsp;lmao. but to make it easier for you, you're not the front act of the show so breathe easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suddenly i had this strange feeling inside me that made me realize that i was supposed to do&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;else. something that i was destined to do. something that would hoist my dignity as a human. and right then and then, i told myself; "you need to pursue your profession brotha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it will be&amp;nbsp;a new start of my journey to life.. its gonna be really damn hard, but im just gonna believe and hold on. and surely eventually, time will come that i will realize it was all worth it. i will have no regrets at all. and i will live the life that&amp;nbsp;I've&amp;nbsp;always searched for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..commit to the Lord whatever you do and your plans will succeed -proverbs 16:3&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3462755951405870465?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3462755951405870465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3462755951405870465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3462755951405870465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3462755951405870465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-titled-as-untitled.html' title='This Is Titled As Untitled'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8887676890610744040</id><published>2011-12-21T10:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T10:47:56.896+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>11 Awesomely Incorrect Test Answers From Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhgeXs1moeg/TvFFU3TUdGI/AAAAAAAAAz8/SC4mLbQdC8U/s1600/d9d025064411dc6179f6e1e387f34c16_width_600x.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OhgeXs1moeg/TvFFU3TUdGI/AAAAAAAAAz8/SC4mLbQdC8U/s640/d9d025064411dc6179f6e1e387f34c16_width_600x.png" width="420" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..this just set my mood. im&amp;nbsp;ready&amp;nbsp;to hit the sack!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8887676890610744040?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8887676890610744040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8887676890610744040&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8887676890610744040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8887676890610744040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2011/12/11-awesomely-incorrect-test-answers.html' title='11 Awesomely Incorrect Test Answers From Kids'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nqus15T-vuk/TvFFK8nyWzI/AAAAAAAAAys/un6mpitbCu4/s72-c/6f9d565952912180d34582a466326366_width_600x.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-3752526311573723883</id><published>2011-12-20T11:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T11:56:57.460+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picturequote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4TwZAK6EjU/TvAERdjZ8_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/YaeBjOnl87I/s1600/tumblr_lp7v6oV1iS1qg9lbgo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4TwZAK6EjU/TvAERdjZ8_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/YaeBjOnl87I/s1600/tumblr_lp7v6oV1iS1qg9lbgo1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;you dont really care do you?&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..some things are not just meant to be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3752526311573723883?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3752526311573723883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3752526311573723883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3752526311573723883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3752526311573723883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-G4TwZAK6EjU/TvAERdjZ8_I/AAAAAAAAAyk/YaeBjOnl87I/s72-c/tumblr_lp7v6oV1iS1qg9lbgo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1658085579730924841</id><published>2011-12-19T03:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T03:56:37.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Good To Be Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aXEB6aDZuk/Tu5A8tqgEPI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MGkDw3whFsw/s1600/Phil-Collins-Going-Back.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687554791209701618" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aXEB6aDZuk/Tu5A8tqgEPI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MGkDw3whFsw/s320/Phil-Collins-Going-Back.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 150px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;D&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;ecember 19, 2011, 2:55 in the morning. i was awaken by a guy moaning so loud that i thought he was right in front of me. i could barely see his face but what he said was clear. it was "go back". when i opened my eyes, i was blinded by the lights from my tv. i forgot to turn it off. again. then i went downstairs to grab a glass of water. i realized i was hungry so i helped myself with some sandwich, turned on the pc, checked my email, then my facebook. and out of nowhere, i just hit this link on my page where it dragged me to my blogsite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was my blogsite. my last entry was back in january 2011 and since then i never made any effort to make another post. maybe because i simply dont have the luxury of time anymore.i put up this blog when i was in college. it has been over 3 yrs. and its still up and running. waiting for me to come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember the time when i started. i was a young sophomore then. it was christmas season and i was having a heartache so i came up with this where i tried to vent out everything. this was my confidante. even when i made it thru that storm, this blog used to be everything to me. my bestfriend. and i must admit now that im working time doesnt give me anything but work, i just simply forgot about this. which kinda makes me feel bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you know whats strange? now its christmas season and im currently having kind of a heartache thing.that guy on my dream was probably myself telling me to go back into blogging again now that im getting some hard time at work beacuse of that stupid thing called love. so i just did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as im making this entry, i realized how much i missed it. i might not be really good at doing this, but some people do appreciate it. which makes me feel good about myself. now im thinking i wanna go back to what i really love to do. BLOGGING. i really do. and i promise to make time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;..i seriously felt better after making this entry. :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1658085579730924841?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1658085579730924841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1658085579730924841&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1658085579730924841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1658085579730924841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2011/12/its-good-to-be-back.html' title='Its Good To Be Back!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9aXEB6aDZuk/Tu5A8tqgEPI/AAAAAAAAAyc/MGkDw3whFsw/s72-c/Phil-Collins-Going-Back.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8857430652457124541</id><published>2011-01-07T10:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T19:57:28.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><title type='text'>57 Things To Do Instead Of killing Yourself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;arly this morning when i woke up from one of my wildest dreams, i realized that i forgot to turn off my tv last night.  it was still on the same channel.  it was like the cnn reporter was actually on my dream. she was delivering her spiel (if that's what you call it) about this guy who tried to kill himself but unsuccessful. and then i switched to a local news channel. -a broken hearted guy jumped off the MRT track as the train approaching. and guess what happened, he survived. if my mind is serving me right, it would be the second of such incident. and then i thought, jumping off MRT tracks, has it become a trend? &lt;/span&gt;i wonder what preoccupies the minds of these people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;and so i was surfing the net, stumbling and came across this list of things that one can actually engaged in instead of trying to kill themselves. some of these may be nonsense but there's one thing that this list is trying to convey. i just hope people will realize that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;ul style="margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; "&gt; &lt;li&gt;Drive in one direction until you reach the ocean.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Say hello to everyone you pass during the day.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Frown until your mouth muscles hurt (then see how much easier it is to smile.)  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Create your own alphabet.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Start a scrapbook.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Make something you invented or invent something you can make.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Figure out if &lt;img width="47" height="13" src="http://www.lostsoulcompanion.com/book/images/xy.jpg" /&gt;     has no solution for non zero integers x, y, and z if n is an integer greater     than two.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Make a BLT.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Work the crossword puzzle.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Count backwards from 10 billion by 13s.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Visit a yard sale.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Put on some really comfortable shoes. Walk somewhere in them.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Make something nice for someone and give it to them.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Go see a movie. (See two or three in a row. You may have to make extended     visits to the restroom between films.)  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Read &lt;em&gt;The Lost Soul Companion.&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Make your own list of things to do instead of killing yourself (and then     do them.)  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Organize your own mock funeral, invite family and friends, encourage them     to eulogize you. (Tell them how you've really been feeling lately and see     what happens.)  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Let someone proofread your suicide note.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Build a fort.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Meditate.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Shampoo your hair. Repeat if desired.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Create an elaborate hoax. (Try not to get arrested.)  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Get arrested.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Blow the stink off!  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Sneak into a church. Enjoy the sunlight and quiet.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Write me a letter. (Be assured of a hopeful reply.)  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Volunteer somewhere.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Doodle.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Enter a contest.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Write a poem.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Just breathe.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Take a class.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Finish something you started.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Drink a cup of tea with sugar and milk if that's how you like it.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Jump up and down on a big trampoline.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Pray.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Eat a tomato.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Pet a kitty cat.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Smoke a cigarette. (It's slower.)  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Answer your telephone the next time it rings. (I know you haven't been...)  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Ask a stranger for some good advice.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Paint a mural.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Start a garden.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Do the dishes. (It's OK if you've let them pile up. Wash a couple of them     at least.)  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Visit lostsoulcompanion.com.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Rescue an animal.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Take your loose change to the bank.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Play some beautiful music.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Ask an old person to tell you a story.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Make yourself breakfast in bed.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Eat cookies.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Stare at clouds.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Visit the maternity ward.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Send flowers anonymously.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Make a long to-do list. Do everything on it.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Set a world record.  &lt;/li&gt; &lt;li&gt;Open the curtains.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..man the point is there's more to life. it's beautiful, so dont waste yours.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8857430652457124541?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8857430652457124541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8857430652457124541&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8857430652457124541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8857430652457124541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2011/01/57-things-to-do-instead-of-killing.html' title='57 Things To Do Instead Of killing Yourself'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-3087095751238342734</id><published>2011-01-02T16:44:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2011-01-02T17:10:22.619+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>So, This Is What Happened</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;t was new year's eve, while at the grocery i stumbled upon this pretty lady with wide oval eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA_BT8E4kI/AAAAAAAAAwA/b7WnnaUIaCc/s1600/7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA_BT8E4kI/AAAAAAAAAwA/b7WnnaUIaCc/s400/7.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557511231939863106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA_BMFCAWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/HDROWKxZwsI/s1600/6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA_BMFCAWI/AAAAAAAAAv4/HDROWKxZwsI/s400/6.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557511229829939554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA-zKNgeSI/AAAAAAAAAvw/rooNiQbMxJs/s1600/5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA-zKNgeSI/AAAAAAAAAvw/rooNiQbMxJs/s400/5.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557510988810451234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA-ylpx4UI/AAAAAAAAAvo/z3EhAdCQAHM/s1600/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA-ylpx4UI/AAAAAAAAAvo/z3EhAdCQAHM/s400/4.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557510978996920642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA-yr2W5CI/AAAAAAAAAvg/9RYOHZsI2jk/s1600/3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA-yr2W5CI/AAAAAAAAAvg/9RYOHZsI2jk/s400/3.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557510980660290594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA-yY_Dm2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/q1fHr5GpKc0/s1600/2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA-yY_Dm2I/AAAAAAAAAvY/q1fHr5GpKc0/s400/2.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557510975596501858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA-yMiCM2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/fafcGMrBd5A/s1600/1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 345px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA-yMiCM2I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/fafcGMrBd5A/s400/1.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557510972253549410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;i messed up. the world hates me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;..Happy New Year!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3087095751238342734?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3087095751238342734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3087095751238342734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3087095751238342734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3087095751238342734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2011/01/so-this-is-what-happened.html' title='So, This Is What Happened'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TSA_BT8E4kI/AAAAAAAAAwA/b7WnnaUIaCc/s72-c/7.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-6641114094575450430</id><published>2010-12-26T11:24:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T14:52:41.462+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas eve'/><title type='text'>After 6 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TRbkfqJEokI/AAAAAAAAAuY/OAaCCKgdLS8/s1600/happy-holidays2-stack400.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 162px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TRbkfqJEokI/AAAAAAAAAuY/OAaCCKgdLS8/s400/happy-holidays2-stack400.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554878422947504706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;really dont know how to start up this post. it's been 6 freaking moths since i last posted an entry. i just literally darted off from the blogsphere for pretty much a while.  crap, i know my blogging thingy is starting to really get dilapidated. i just lack everything. the drive, ideas, time, creativity, whatever, and i hate it coz i've always loved blogging. or maybe not. maybe i just dont get to have more time to sit in front of my computer and let my struggling imagination and my reluctant fingers do the rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;or it could be because of this;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;im already on my senior year which means i have to really work my butt hard if i wanna get my name on that list of students who will be marching in PICC this summer. everything is swiftly pacing, fast track. im not even sure if im catching up with everything that's going on. i feel like i wanna smoke pot right now just to slow everything down or just hit that pause button even for a little while. this sem has got to be the hardest! but man, there aint nothing to it but to just do it and get everything done in time, hopefully.  and then graduate!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;yea, that's pretty convincing and more acceptable. so i think imma stick to it. on other note, i really missed blogging. i just wish every faculty in school gets sick so everything will be postponed until further notice. or every printing machines they have get jammed. that way i'll have all the time i want to just blog and blog and blog! i've been missing a lot! probably everything. is that  what you call &lt;i&gt;s-a-c-r-i-f-i-c-e? &lt;/i&gt;damn.&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;i wonder how it feels to get school stuff as sacrifice for every gods in this planet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;CHRISTMAS! i almost forgot. it actually kinda ease everything up with all these mouth-watering food my mom made and all these parties around, gifts etc. i cant wait until new year. goodtimes!  i may be one day late but i still wanna wish everyone a Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;..Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays..♪♫♪&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-6641114094575450430?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6641114094575450430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=6641114094575450430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6641114094575450430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6641114094575450430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/12/after-6-months.html' title='After 6 Months'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TRbkfqJEokI/AAAAAAAAAuY/OAaCCKgdLS8/s72-c/happy-holidays2-stack400.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8364301388019248832</id><published>2010-06-17T06:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:40:17.030+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animal'/><title type='text'>Amazing Cat Machine Gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KWTAq3GkfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5KWTAq3GkfA&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..die bitches! die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8364301388019248832?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-5447325436990753866</id><published>2010-06-16T06:23:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T06:40:27.205+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Self-Stimulation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TBf9lmCTpKI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RdpAbCxnzn8/s1600/awesome40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TBf9lmCTpKI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RdpAbCxnzn8/s400/awesome40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483129893654078626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;why is he doing such? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;BECAUSE HE CAN! DEAL WITH IT DAWG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..dude.. give yourself a break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-5447325436990753866?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5447325436990753866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=5447325436990753866&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5447325436990753866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5447325436990753866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/self-stimulation.html' title='Self-Stimulation'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TBf9lmCTpKI/AAAAAAAAAuE/RdpAbCxnzn8/s72-c/awesome40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-5128996937219446395</id><published>2010-06-10T09:23:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T09:29:06.140+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mayan calendar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doomsday'/><title type='text'>The Real Deal Behind The Mayan Calendar (2012 Doomsday)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TBA_PauB50I/AAAAAAAAAt8/E5WVK9JwWro/s1600/6a00d8341c9c1053ef0128757911cd970c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 359px; height: 448px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TBA_PauB50I/AAAAAAAAAt8/E5WVK9JwWro/s400/6a00d8341c9c1053ef0128757911cd970c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480950280612865858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..you think it's fun to make fun of it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-5128996937219446395?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5128996937219446395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=5128996937219446395&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5128996937219446395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5128996937219446395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/real-deal-behind-mayan-calendar-2012.html' title='The Real Deal Behind The Mayan Calendar (2012 Doomsday)'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TBA_PauB50I/AAAAAAAAAt8/E5WVK9JwWro/s72-c/6a00d8341c9c1053ef0128757911cd970c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-2557145743971051939</id><published>2010-06-08T15:45:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T16:07:51.452+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miley cyrus'/><title type='text'>She Can't Be Tamed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;h no, Miley Cyrus definitely couldn't be tamed here. that is one hell of a vajaejae Miley baby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div id="pageBodyWrapper"&gt;&lt;div id="pageBody"&gt;&lt;div id="contentWrapper"&gt;&lt;div id="content"&gt;&lt;div class="list-journal-entry-wrapper"&gt;&lt;div class="journal-entry-wrapper post-text authored-by-motwister "&gt;&lt;div id="item7820766" class="journal-entry"&gt;&lt;div class="journal-entry-text"&gt;&lt;div class="body"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://www.motwister.com/storage/miley-cyrus-rock-01.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1275337663030" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://www.motwister.com/storage/miley-cyrus-rock-13.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1275337676180" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;img style="width: 300px;" src="http://www.motwister.com/storage/miley-cyrus-rock-19.jpg?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1275334939873" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;..it can't be tamed! it can't be tamed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-2557145743971051939?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2557145743971051939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=2557145743971051939&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/2557145743971051939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/2557145743971051939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/she-cant-be-tamed.html' title='She Can&apos;t Be Tamed'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8531566045602531754</id><published>2010-06-05T10:25:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:00:42.208+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rainy season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relaxing'/><title type='text'>My Kind Of Season</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TAm4UnS4cDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0m8-QFn4klE/s1600/and_the_rain_came_down_x_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 511px; height: 238px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TAm4UnS4cDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0m8-QFn4klE/s400/and_the_rain_came_down_x_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479113085957992498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hen i was a kid, i was always amused and elated everytime i notice the sky starting to get gloomed. the atmosphere becoming chilly, gust of cold air touching everyone on its way and the smell of the ground getting ready to get some good splash. it was like something that i would always enjoy watching.  it would start with fine drizzling, slowly getting heavier until it turns into a pouring rain. and that's what i'd been really waiting for. i was faster than the speed of light. next thing you'd know, i was already outside, thumping waters with my eager feet. and then i would start yelling out, calling my friends to come out and join the fun. i always wished that it would never stop. sometimes when i'm in school, i would pray really hard; "please Jesus, tell your angels to water your plants" (that's what my mom told me about raining.) not because i wanted my teacher to get distracted with her lecture but rather distract me from her lecture.  but really, i just loved it when im in school and it's raining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15 years later, nothing has changed with this rain thingy and me. except of course that i no longer go out and dance simoultaneous with angels watering the plants up there.  nevertheless, i still love everything about rain. in fact, i was stirred to make this entry coz it's raining right at this moment. summer season is finally over people! and yes, rainy season has just landed on us. my kind of season, yeah! i have long been waiting for this to really come. this summer had put on so much effort to torment us all. now im starting to have a liltte idea on how hell would be like. but worry no more, coz we are gonna get wet people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are tons of things that i really enjoy doing when it's raining. you know like stuff that puts me in tranquil and here are some of them;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i enjoy it much to just stare outside and watch everyone and everything gets wet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drink hot coffee&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;listen to my favourite songs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lie awake and pull the blanket over my head&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mary palm (LOL!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;but nothing beats merely listening to each raindrop hitting the roofdecks of every house around with some thunder.  music to my ears and really sets my mood. i am certain that i'm not left alone here. i know that thare are lots of people who like me, enjoy every bit about rain. and must have been really pleased and in great joy that our kind of season has once again come. enjoy the rain! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..pumapatak na naman ang ulan sa bubong ng bahay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;♪♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8531566045602531754?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8531566045602531754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8531566045602531754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8531566045602531754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8531566045602531754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-kind-of-season.html' title='My Kind Of Season'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/TAm4UnS4cDI/AAAAAAAAAtU/0m8-QFn4klE/s72-c/and_the_rain_came_down_x_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1878668549639128353</id><published>2010-06-04T09:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T09:40:51.132+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Oh Shit, Bella!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.motwister.com/storage/tumblr_kuayurGAzw1qzpwi0o1_400.gif?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1260305105228" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..SHE BANGS! SHE BANGS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1878668549639128353?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1878668549639128353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1878668549639128353&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1878668549639128353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1878668549639128353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/oh-shit-bella.html' title='Oh Shit, Bella!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8015491596736993799</id><published>2010-06-03T19:05:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:13:04.135+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='car'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='window'/><title type='text'>Make Your Car Look Like An Upper Middle Class!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnQ_sfUCuqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JnQ_sfUCuqk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;..ingenious!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8015491596736993799?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8015491596736993799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8015491596736993799&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8015491596736993799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8015491596736993799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/make-your-car-look-like-upper-middle.html' title='Make Your Car Look Like An Upper Middle Class!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1694151422564985328</id><published>2010-06-03T17:32:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T18:27:22.246+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><title type='text'>Beware Of your Serene, Cuddly, Mysterious Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="cursor: -moz-zoom-out;" alt="http://files.sharenator.com/cat_How_to_tell_if_your_cat_is_plotting_to_kill_you-s532x1600-11886-580.jpg" src="http://files.sharenator.com/cat_How_to_tell_if_your_cat_is_plotting_to_kill_you-s532x1600-11886-580.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. my cat is not doing this to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;..it's been a while! :]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1694151422564985328?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1694151422564985328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1694151422564985328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1694151422564985328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1694151422564985328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/06/beware-of-your-serene-cuddly-mysterious.html' title='Beware Of your Serene, Cuddly, Mysterious Cats'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-5676257906335442165</id><published>2010-04-09T13:09:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T13:51:18.776+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wondering'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple thought'/><title type='text'>I Just Wonder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S76-rhi8kjI/AAAAAAAAAso/VLGUcl3nPso/s1600/Question-mark2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S76-rhi8kjI/AAAAAAAAAso/VLGUcl3nPso/s400/Question-mark2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458009453368218162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do we press harder on a remote control when we know the batteries are getting dead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do banks charge a fee on "insufficient funds" when they know there is not enough money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does someone believe you when you say there are four billion stars, but check when you say the paint is wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do they use sterilized needles for death by lethal injection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why doesn't tarzan have a beard?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why does superman stop bullets with his chest, but ducks when you throw a revolver at him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if people evolved from apes, why are there still apes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that no matter what color bubble bath you use, the bubbles are always white?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there ever a day that mattresses are not on sale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do people constantly return to the refrigerator with hopes that something new to eat will have materialized?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;why do we fall asleep instantly when someone starts touching our hair?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we are in the supermarket and someone rams our ankle with a shopping cart then apologizes for doing so, why do we say "it's all right?" well, it isn't all right, so why don't we say, "that really hurt, why don't you watch where you're going?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="status-content"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;why is it that the person you don't like is the one that's more interested in talking to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the statistics on sanity is that one out of every four persons are suffering from some sort of mental illness. think of your three best friends, if they're ok then it's YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..why oh, why..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-5676257906335442165?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5676257906335442165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=5676257906335442165&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5676257906335442165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5676257906335442165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-just-wonder.html' title='I Just Wonder'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S76-rhi8kjI/AAAAAAAAAso/VLGUcl3nPso/s72-c/Question-mark2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-9216034779983987663</id><published>2010-04-04T09:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T12:01:16.989+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kid'/><title type='text'>A Kid Devastated When Told He's Not A Single Lady</title><content type='html'>ok, i know some may be really thrilled by the song single ladies by Beyonce. but this kid, is whack. i stumbled upon this video and man, i just can't hold a breath from laughing. i was dead. here, better see it yourself. enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sb9eL3ejXmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sb9eL3ejXmE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can be a single lady if you want ok? Lol..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-9216034779983987663?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9216034779983987663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=9216034779983987663&amp;isPopup=true' title='88 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/9216034779983987663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/9216034779983987663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/04/kid-devastated-when-told-hes-not-single.html' title='A Kid Devastated When Told He&apos;s Not A Single Lady'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>88</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8385447662493807746</id><published>2010-03-07T10:16:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:45:16.315+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masturbation'/><title type='text'>10 Masturbatory Situations</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S5MPanat0dI/AAAAAAAAAsY/K1Xnfi-cupA/s1600-h/masturbate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S5MPanat0dI/AAAAAAAAAsY/K1Xnfi-cupA/s400/masturbate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445713324353114578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;when you rub yourself until you hit that orgasm baby! doin' some self love. :] &lt;/span&gt;[&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/article:1802220"&gt;collegehumor.com&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Rush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rush job made its first appearance when your mom screamed your name to come down for dinner. You're not in this one for the romance of it all. No, this is more like the equivalent of a one night stand in a bathroom stall, but with your hand. It's quick, it's dirty and you're slightly ashamed of the type of person you are afterwards.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When to best use it: Mom went out to get milk / Roommate's in shower / You're in shower&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Accidental&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're having a casual conversation with your friend and BOOM you're touching yourself. Or maybe you're in a meeting with your advisor and WHAMMY, you're doing your patented counter-clockwise head rub rotation. It's not so much an accident as it is a routine that's you've become accustomed to. It's just what you do when you zone out from time to time. I hate to say it, but you should probably stop. It's called indecent exposure and Pee-Wee was arrested for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: Accidental masturbation occurs 95% more when wearing sweatpants.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Relax&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got 3 papers and 2 exams tomorrow and life just ain't feeling so great because you know you're about to pull an all-nighter. Stress levels are at a maximum and you really need to let loose. Sure, you could try drugs, but let's be honest, that's not really in your budget. So unless you want to start doing yoga like a man who's comfortable with his sexuality, this is the next best relaxation technique for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When to Best Use It: Before an oral presentation / Mid-study break / After taking out a student loan&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; The Short-List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're scrolling through late-night TV and you pass something slightly erotic - let's say a new workout routine. But wait, this is TV and surely there's something else on, so you hold out. But let's not get greedy. We'll add that channel to the short-list and see if something better is on. And who knows, maybe you find an old "Charlie's Angels" episode you can add to the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: If you have a button on your remote that quickly returns to the last channel you were on, you can quickly use this to switch back and forth between the short-list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5) Crappy Internet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no worse feeling than waiting for a porn to load on your computer with a slow Internet connection. You watch 5 second and then it has to continue loading or rebuffer. It's like masturbating to a picture in a magazine - it's just stupid. Most likely this situation will end in a orgasm of frustration and anger. That's why it's smart to always have a backup plan. Remember, hope for the best but prepare for the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Best Remedy: Invest in an external harddrive to save some backup porn in case of emergency&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6) Bored&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's on TV and you can safely say you've seen the entire Internet. No one's doing anything because all your friends are lame and to be honest, leaving you with just your thoughts is a bad combination. That is unless your thoughts are of that cute dark haired girl in your class from earlier today. So rather than absently twiddle your thumbs Indian style on your bed, why not twiddle your happiest thumb Indian style on your bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When to Best Use It: Waiting to switch laundry from washer to dryer / Tuesday / Right now&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7) Drunk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you didn't bring a girl home from that party or bar doesn't mean your night has to end with pitiful puking. That is unless you want to puke out your dick hole. The drunk masturbatory session tends to be a bit sloppy, but that's mainly because you're using a warm Natty Ice as lubricant. Chances are it'll be as sloppy as drunk sex but infinitely less rewarding. Let's hope for your sake you pass out before you finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: Underage drinking is illegal, but there's no such thing as underage masturbating! Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Power Through&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a couple minutes into the routine and you just realized you're actually not in the mood to masturbate. Could be because of situation 10 or even number 5, but either way you need to buck up and finish the job - the personal hand job that is. You may think it's pathetic to keep going when you don't want to, but imagine how much more pathetic it is to just stop and pull up your pants. Premature ejaculation is less embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equate it to: Realizing the girl you just brought back to your place isn't actually as hot as she looked at the party, but sometimes you just gotta buck up and fuck (up).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9) Planned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The candles are lit. The curtains are drawn. Your sack is freshly shorn and you've got your most expensive economy-size bottle of Astroglide out. If you were taking your dick out on a date, and to be fair you kind of are, he'd be pretty impressed with the atmosphere you've created. You've got multiple tabs open in your browser with your favorite porn videos - all 100% loaded because that's how fucking classy of a date you are. Guess what guy? You're getting lucky tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun Fact: You''ll never love a woman as much as you love your penis.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10) Post-Tragedy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just buried your great aunt, like, 45 minutes ago. Her corpse is practically still warm, but so are your nether regions. Of course, you could be considerate and wait until later in the week to get back in the routine, but what's the point? What's the point of anything we're all going to die anyway. Oh no, oh god no. Her death affected you more than you thought it would. Now there's just this pit in your stomach. Hey, you know what makes you feel better. She can't see you right now can she? Oh God, I hope she can't see you -- defiling yourself, LOL. Boy, it feels good to laugh again. And cum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comforting Thought: When the elderly die they can see every time you masturbate. Good thing Great Aunt Susie had cataracts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..guilty pleasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8385447662493807746?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8385447662493807746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8385447662493807746&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8385447662493807746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8385447662493807746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-masturbatory-situations.html' title='10 Masturbatory Situations'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S5MPanat0dI/AAAAAAAAAsY/K1Xnfi-cupA/s72-c/masturbate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-5556391144310854044</id><published>2010-02-23T15:00:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T15:42:10.335+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='durex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safe sex.'/><title type='text'>Don't Tell It Demonstrate It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;urex, the trademarked name for a range of condoms made by company SSL International has come up with a new campaign made entirely of typefaces by German illustrator/designer Andrej Krahne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The task:&lt;/span&gt; Communicate the joy with Durex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The idea:&lt;/span&gt; Don't tell it demonstrate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The execution:&lt;/span&gt; Type shows like X-ray the inner feelings during the act with Durex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one is really cool. i thought it was clever and full of wit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S4OExV7lkXI/AAAAAAAAArQ/eor7WtbpKcM/s1600-h/durexfull1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S4OExV7lkXI/AAAAAAAAArQ/eor7WtbpKcM/s400/durexfull1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441338758029218162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S4OE75EUjqI/AAAAAAAAArY/r4XYUtGi4HY/s1600-h/durexfull2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S4OE75EUjqI/AAAAAAAAArY/r4XYUtGi4HY/s400/durexfull2.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441338939259784866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S4OFEgkyQcI/AAAAAAAAArg/lGMVqgJVfi4/s1600-h/durexfull3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S4OFEgkyQcI/AAAAAAAAArg/lGMVqgJVfi4/s400/durexfull3.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441339087303885250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..have a safe sex ya'll!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-5556391144310854044?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5556391144310854044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=5556391144310854044&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5556391144310854044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5556391144310854044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-tell-it-demonstrate-it.html' title='Don&apos;t Tell It Demonstrate It'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S4OExV7lkXI/AAAAAAAAArQ/eor7WtbpKcM/s72-c/durexfull1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1877159914979514299</id><published>2010-01-19T07:17:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T08:13:29.761+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pornography'/><title type='text'>Pornography Behind Numbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s358.photobucket.com/albums/oo23/jeszie22/?action=view&amp;amp;current=numbersbehindpornography.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i358.photobucket.com/albums/oo23/jeszie22/numbersbehindpornography.jpg" alt="lima" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..porn is just INEVITABLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1877159914979514299?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1877159914979514299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1877159914979514299&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1877159914979514299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1877159914979514299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/pornography-behind-numbers.html' title='Pornography Behind Numbers'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-5508173656504472579</id><published>2010-01-13T11:18:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T16:12:57.994+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple thought'/><title type='text'>When I Talk About Stuff I Hate Talking About</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;f there's one thing that I'm not really comfortable talking about, that would have to be DEATH. i mean there's a heck of a lot to talk about in this world where we are right now. like why people kill one another, how humans have become insatiable in every aspect of life, why men love sex (and so as women) and so on and so forth. it's not that I'm afraid to die, i mean i know that we all are gonna arrive at that latter part of living also known as "dying." it's just that I'm not ready yet. who's ready to die anyways? even some terminally ill are still holding back. they still don't wanna go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S01y72GNdoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0y32avUCDxI/s1600-h/GrimReaperMoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 278px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S01y72GNdoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0y32avUCDxI/s400/GrimReaperMoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426119498510726786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am very much aware too that no one can really tell when we'll get our reward but one. that's GOD or any higher being that you believe in if by any chance you got one. so we don't really know. what if one day while on your way to school or work you got hit by a car in a breakneck speed? or knock your head off and just die. you don't have time to prepare so to speak. you don't get the chance to finish things. you don't get the chance to do things the way you wanted them to get done. you don't get the chance to repent. unlike with those sick people. people who knew that they're clock is just about to ran out of batteries. they get to put things in their proper places before they leave. don't you find that unfair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you might be getting a little bewildered here i know. i just said that i get apprehensive when the topic is about DEATH and here i am making an entry about it. well to tell you honestly even I myself don't understand why. here's the thing. for the longest time I've always wondered whether people who are about to meet the Creator experience some sort of unconscious indications for that matter. like days, weeks, or months before. let's set aside the imminent deaths. I'm talking about the sudden ones. like they get to be more expressive of their affection, or they had this strange feeling of doing things right today. or maybe feeling like they're being probed to spend more time with their loved ones.but they didn't associate these with death per se. they just felt like doing it not knowing it's their final moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of the time, we kid ourselves about death. we don't take this thing seriously. we preoccupy ourselves with the things we want instead of the things we need.but there's a better approach to that. to know that you're going to die and to be prepared for it at any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my favorite book, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tuesdays With Morrie&lt;/span&gt; by Mitch Albom, Morrie said that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;once you learn how to die, you'll learn how to live.&lt;/span&gt; we all know that we are going to die. but we just don't believe it. because if we did, we would do things differently. it's hard for us deal with death. why? because according to Morrie we really don't experience the world fully, we are half-asleep, doing things we automatically think we have to do. facing death can pretty much change everything. we would drop all of these and we'd focus on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;essentials.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not afraid to die. I am afraid to die young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..we all are gonna die. the question is when and how. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-5508173656504472579?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5508173656504472579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=5508173656504472579&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5508173656504472579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5508173656504472579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/when-i-talk-about-stuff-i-hate-talking.html' title='When I Talk About Stuff I Hate Talking About'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S01y72GNdoI/AAAAAAAAApQ/0y32avUCDxI/s72-c/GrimReaperMoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-6013932880454800107</id><published>2010-01-12T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:07:29.119+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short story'/><title type='text'>Good God, I'm Pregnant; I Wonder Who Did It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ne day, a college class was told they had to write a short story in as few words as possible. the instructions were simple but hard. the short story had to contain the following three things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Religion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sexuality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was one student who come up with a very brilliant story. it was the only A+ short story in the entire class. it was;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Good God, I'm Pregnant; I Wonder Who Did It."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jezieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..I'm very tired tonight. just got home from duty. gooodnight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-6013932880454800107?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6013932880454800107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=6013932880454800107&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6013932880454800107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6013932880454800107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/good-god-im-pregnant-i-wonder-who-did.html' title='Good God, I&apos;m Pregnant; I Wonder Who Did It'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-2708507337718135947</id><published>2010-01-11T08:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T09:01:55.440+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='santa'/><title type='text'>what santa really does while you're asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p4Yy697XI/AAAAAAAAApA/XqQa8m9QP9Y/s1600-h/beer1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p4Yy697XI/AAAAAAAAApA/XqQa8m9QP9Y/s400/beer1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425281068502478194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p4WFV15TI/AAAAAAAAAo4/f_J5WoWIOqA/s1600-h/beer2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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width: 400px; height: 383px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p4BakuaMI/AAAAAAAAAoA/kUGbgqazCx0/s400/reindeer.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425280666829744322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p3-UHF5TI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yxtXOaVJbGo/s1600-h/tv.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p3-UHF5TI/AAAAAAAAAn4/yxtXOaVJbGo/s400/tv.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425280613555234098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p36VY5BFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WU9GeV4x1Jw/s1600-h/underwear.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p36VY5BFI/AAAAAAAAAnw/WU9GeV4x1Jw/s400/underwear.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425280545178846290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p33Bg894I/AAAAAAAAAno/DQcJdtbPe5U/s1600-h/vomit.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 364px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p33Bg894I/AAAAAAAAAno/DQcJdtbPe5U/s400/vomit.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425280488304342914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..I've always pictured this fat ass as a dillhole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-2708507337718135947?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2708507337718135947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=2708507337718135947&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/2708507337718135947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/2708507337718135947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-santa-really-does-while-youre.html' title='what santa really does while you&apos;re asleep'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0p4Yy697XI/AAAAAAAAApA/XqQa8m9QP9Y/s72-c/beer1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-628949957238845502</id><published>2010-01-09T15:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T22:03:27.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='story'/><title type='text'>Life as a cup of coffee</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;love drinking coffee. but not as much as Kris Aquino does. from what i know, everyday, she would drink like 8 gargantuan cups of coffee. that's everyday man. and yes, that's 8. and i can't imagine getting myself that vast amount of caffeine everyday. I'm pretty much a newb. but i consider myself an addictus already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every morning, after stumbling out of bed, I'd go straight to the kitchen and make myself a coffee. i couldn't function well until i have a cup. when i get home from school I'd be needing another one to invigorate my &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0iL1In3FwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/KB7IjTMSI74/s1600-h/coffeecup002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0iL1In3FwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/KB7IjTMSI74/s400/coffeecup002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424739496131761922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;entirety. it has like a therapeutic action. whenever i suffer from veisalgia, i would need 3 cups in one single time. it's like my anti-depressant, anti-stress, sedative, anti-anxiety, anesthetic agent and everything. as a matter of fact, as i was doing this entry, I'm enjoying myself with another cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drink coffee anytime, anywhere. morning, afternoon, evening, after eating, inside my room, after squeezing one off, while watching TV, in front of my computer, while watching porn, inside the bathroom while growing a tail, or trimming my pubes, you know. those kinda thing. but the point is, i freaking love coffeeee period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why i brought up this addiction of mine is because today, i was told a very inspirational story about it. whether or not you had heard about this, i don't know but it was definitely my first time to have heard of it and just had the most considerable thought of sharing it with you. hoping that you'll have the same surge of enlightenment as i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here's the story;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" class="KonaBody"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:85%;" &gt;A group of alumni, highly established in their careers, got together to visit their old university professor. Conversation soon turned into complaints about stress in work and life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Offering his guests coffee, the professor went to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee and an assortment of cups - porcelain, plastic, glass, crystal, some plain looking, some expensive, some exquisite - telling them to help themselves to the coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the students had a cup of coffee in hand, the professor said: "If you noticed, all the nice looking expensive cups have been taken up, leaving behind the plain and cheap ones. While it is normal for you to want only the best for yourselves, that is the source of your problems and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be assured that the cup itself adds no quality to the coffee. In most cases it is just more expensive and in some cases even hides what we drink. What all of you really wanted was coffee, not the cup, but you consciously went for the best cups... And then you began eyeing each other's cups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now consider this: Life is the coffee; the jobs, money and position in society are the cups. They are just tools to hold and contain Life, and the type of cup we have does not define, nor change the quality of life we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, by concentrating only on the cup, we fail to enjoy the coffee. Savor the coffee, not the cups! The happiest people don't have the best of everything. They just make the best of everything. Live simply. Love generously. Care deeply. Speak kindly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..ahhh. soooothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-628949957238845502?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/628949957238845502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=628949957238845502&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/628949957238845502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/628949957238845502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-as-cup-of-coffee.html' title='Life as a cup of coffee'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0iL1In3FwI/AAAAAAAAAlg/KB7IjTMSI74/s72-c/coffeecup002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-6010939644811080186</id><published>2010-01-08T10:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T12:36:44.017+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deaf'/><title type='text'>DeafSex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0as-LPAQ4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Ic24G3df_v0/s1600-h/043mini.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0as-LPAQ4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Ic24G3df_v0/s400/043mini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424212985381929858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wo deaf people got married. during the first week of marriage they find that they are unable to communicate in the bedroom with the lights out since they can't see each other signing or in read lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after several months of fumbling around and many misunderstandings, the wife figures out a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she writes;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"honey, why don't we agree on some simple signals? for instance at night, if you want to have sex with me, reach over and squeeze my left breast one time. if you don't want to  have sex, reach over and squeeze my right breast two times."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the husband thinks this is a great idea. so he writes back to his wife if she wants to have sex with him, reach over and pull on his penis one time. if she doesn't want to have sex, reach over and pull on his penis two  hundred and fifty times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..that was geeenius!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-6010939644811080186?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6010939644811080186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=6010939644811080186&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6010939644811080186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6010939644811080186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/deafsex.html' title='DeafSex'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0as-LPAQ4I/AAAAAAAAAlI/Ic24G3df_v0/s72-c/043mini.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-6316834963866256420</id><published>2010-01-08T09:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:35:45.579+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='elephant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='draw'/><title type='text'>Learn how to draw an elephant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;oday, we will all learn how to draw the massive but cuddly &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strike style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wang&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; elephant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0aI4cttjlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/WYcOW4nob-s/s1600-h/how-to-draw-an-elephant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0aI4cttjlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/WYcOW4nob-s/s400/how-to-draw-an-elephant.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424173304576314962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..funtiiimes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-6316834963866256420?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6316834963866256420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=6316834963866256420&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6316834963866256420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6316834963866256420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2010/01/learn-how-to-draw-elephant.html' title='Learn how to draw an elephant'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/S0aI4cttjlI/AAAAAAAAAlA/WYcOW4nob-s/s72-c/how-to-draw-an-elephant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1620864587922050057</id><published>2009-12-13T12:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:23:08.026+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='condom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safe sex.'/><title type='text'>the best condom ad I've ever seen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" &gt;utting humor in an ad is probably the best way to get its strike to people. I've seen quite a lot of ads. condom ads in particular. they're all humorous which what i really like about them. when i came across this particular ad i learned that it got so much wit in it, and indeed, the best condom ad that I've ever seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt; see it yourself! and check out that squeaky sound!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-71467839503b2af9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D71467839503b2af9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D345AD44CD5F18B95B7D60D6F1F28CE570CC0A23E.12622951C48C646AAE4CB21086E6C1AF44FCD2E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D71467839503b2af9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLG1ZN8GTA0PzhYL2fPOHSlec8Q0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D71467839503b2af9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D345AD44CD5F18B95B7D60D6F1F28CE570CC0A23E.12622951C48C646AAE4CB21086E6C1AF44FCD2E0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D71467839503b2af9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLG1ZN8GTA0PzhYL2fPOHSlec8Q0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..have a safe squeaky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1620864587922050057?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1620864587922050057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1620864587922050057&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1620864587922050057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1620864587922050057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-condom-ad-ive-ever-seen.html' title='the best condom ad I&apos;ve ever seen'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-4507844194398480069</id><published>2009-12-09T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:32:26.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trees'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexytime'/><title type='text'>trees do have sexy time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sx8t-mPQEpI/AAAAAAAAAko/dxXvH6_jUJo/s1600-h/3664.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sx8t-mPQEpI/AAAAAAAAAko/dxXvH6_jUJo/s400/3664.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413095830562280082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ow we may realize that trees don't just reproduce through their lousy seeds or their flowers' pollination stuff which most of the people i know find it so gay.  trees do get their sexy time too! and I've been thinking of this for the longest time back when i was a kid. (until i was appropriately educated of course.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;apparently, this tree couple i supposed, was having the best time of their day not realizing that a camera has been capturing their private moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;..i actually find it hot. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-4507844194398480069?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4507844194398480069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=4507844194398480069&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4507844194398480069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4507844194398480069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/12/trees-do-have-sexy-time.html' title='trees do have sexy time'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sx8t-mPQEpI/AAAAAAAAAko/dxXvH6_jUJo/s72-c/3664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-6731401003765181116</id><published>2009-12-06T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:38:39.302+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='GOD'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snail'/><title type='text'>just like a sluggish snail</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hen you feel like being drowned in so much frustrations and can't do anything but to just get down with it, well think again. look around you. and you might get your head off seeing a tiny sluggish snail makes its way through every obstacles of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when someone tells you that you can't do something..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.forwardedemails.com/images/willpower/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;look around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.forwardedemails.com/images/willpower/image002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;consider all options.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;img style="width: 428px; height: 321px;" src="http://www.forwardedemails.com/images/willpower/image003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;then go for it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.forwardedemails.com/images/willpower/image004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;use all the things that GOD gave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.forwardedemails.com/images/willpower/image005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;be creative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 428px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.forwardedemails.com/images/willpower/image006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;in the end, you will succeed and prove them wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 429px; height: 322px;" src="http://www.forwardedemails.com/images/willpower/image007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;always remember: "where there is a will, there is a way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;will + way = success!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-6731401003765181116?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6731401003765181116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=6731401003765181116&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6731401003765181116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6731401003765181116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-like-sluggish-snail.html' title='just like a sluggish snail'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8287531090664815189</id><published>2009-09-12T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T18:44:12.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversation'/><title type='text'>are you a loser? I am a LOSER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EX:&lt;/strong&gt; hey. sup? how ya doin'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/strong&gt; hey. not much. im good. how about ya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EX:&lt;/strong&gt; great. doin' good. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/strong&gt; that's cool. uhm, u got a new one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EX:&lt;/span&gt; what do you mean i got a new one?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/span&gt; i mean, new updates? about you. ya know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EX:&lt;/span&gt; well nothin' really much. still the same.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/span&gt; cool. how about yer work?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EX:&lt;/span&gt; fine. just fine still kickin'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/span&gt; good for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EX:&lt;/span&gt; hehe. yeah.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;: so..love life? who's the new one? :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EX:&lt;/strong&gt; that's negative, i heard you got a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/strong&gt; (smiled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EX:&lt;/strong&gt; i see. silence means yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/strong&gt; naa. i wish i have. remember the day we broke up? you told me to go find better than you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EX:&lt;/strong&gt; yea. i do remember. what's the problem with that? haven't found the better-than-me one yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jeszieBoy: &lt;/strong&gt;well that's exactly the problem. how the heck will i find the better one if i've already let go of the best that i could possibly have? *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EX:&lt;/strong&gt; jez..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy: &lt;/span&gt;naa. don't say word. i know what yer sayin'. i just know what yer sayin'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EX:&lt;/span&gt; *sigh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/span&gt; ya know what, i could lie to everyone 'round me. but not to myself. never to myself. all this time i thought i got over you. but one day, i woke up. and i just told myself. i still love you. i still do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EX:&lt;/span&gt; i don't know what to say jez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/span&gt; hahahaha! you don't have to say anything. i just wanted you to know. just that. gotta go now. see ya whenever. lol bye. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="Unicode"&gt;♪ ♫&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; aking hiling sa mga bituwin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;na minsan pa sana ako'y iyong mahalin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ihiling kahit dumilim &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;ang aking daan na tatahakin.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;patungo sa iyo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="Unicode"&gt; ♪ ♫&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;..i wish i knew how to quit ya. geez. i'm such a freakin' LOSER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8287531090664815189?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8287531090664815189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8287531090664815189&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8287531090664815189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8287531090664815189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/are-you-loser-i-am-loser.html' title='are you a loser? I am a LOSER!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-5571779778975398746</id><published>2009-09-07T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:05:56.354+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy birthday lara ber month gift'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Lara!</title><content type='html'>It's officially BER-month! yay! Christmas is  fast approaching. sweet aromatic smell of pine trees, ham, keso de bola, GIFTS! are already hitting my nares. and Christmas carols kept ringing on my ears. extra cool! but before we hit Christmas, let's first celebrate some birthdays! i love birthdays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last September 3, i celebrated my 19th birthday, just so you know. unfortunately yes, i just turned a year older again. geez. i feel like I'm grunting now. lol. however, that's not the focal point of this post but of LARA's. so many people celebrating their birthday this month. LARA and I just happened to be two of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of anything else to give lara. she has everything. when i asked her, she just told me to give her something i don't usually do yet special. so i thought of doing this. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/a9jYt2ECTb8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/a9jYt2ECTb8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..happy birthday LARA! to me, and to all who are celebrating their birthdays! it's a month-long celebration! yay! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-5571779778975398746?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5571779778975398746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=5571779778975398746&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5571779778975398746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5571779778975398746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-birthday-lara.html' title='Happy Birthday Lara!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-7350849811948887745</id><published>2009-08-29T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:04:32.468+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hiling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silent sanctuary'/><title type='text'>back to the old times</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;t's been a while since I last updated my blog. i was damn preoccupied with so much school works and hospital works, perhaps. everything was pretty much on its proper place. school. work. friends. family. love life (one way though. conscience starting to knock me out) I could say that everything was doing just fine. until a song was produced to mess 'em all up. with just that single damn song, i was back to the old times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SpilRp9v_VI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/WGIeU5Dts0k/s1600-h/Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SpilRp9v_VI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/WGIeU5Dts0k/s320/Cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375227878007897426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silent Sanctuary released their latest album last May 1, 2009 entitled &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Mistaken for Granted"&lt;/span&gt; with their carrier single &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Hiling"&lt;/span&gt;. long before the album was released i was favorably informed about the song. i was mocked that the song was made for me. i mean people like me. I was in front of the line to purchase this masterpiece. when i got to play it, reading between the lines, my hypothalamus fathomed  that the song was indeed, for me. it was my song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i first heard one of their songs &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Ikaw Lamang"&lt;/span&gt; i immediately became a fan. after scanning through the rest of their songs back then i realized that these are just exactly the songs that i like. and since then, Silent Sanctuary has never disappointed me with their soft mellow repertoires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on LSS with &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"HILING"&lt;/span&gt; for sometime now. silly me would always listen to the song with some thoughts in the head. next thing i know,  I'm teary eyed. so lame. and i must commend the video too! one of the bests actually. so here you go. let's listen to the song over and over again and share some sentiments. haha. Lol.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SpiiLCoTTiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/2e19ApKoM1E/s1600-h/1_491869719l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHvl73Vfamg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KHvl73Vfamg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;..ipipikit ko ang aking mata dahil nais ka lamang mahagkan, nais ka lamang masilayan kahit alam kong tapos na, kahit alam kong wala ka na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-7350849811948887745?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7350849811948887745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=7350849811948887745&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/7350849811948887745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/7350849811948887745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-old-times.html' title='back to the old times'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SpilRp9v_VI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/WGIeU5Dts0k/s72-c/Cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-4967910980236592048</id><published>2009-07-27T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T14:41:38.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half Blood Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hp6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crap'/><title type='text'>better late than never.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ast week i got to watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince, the sixth installment movie of the Harry Potter series adopted from the novel written by JK Rowling. who is by the way my favorite fantasy author. ok, so is this some kind of a review or something? i dunno. maybe. since i don't really know how to make one. and not fond of making such. i just like to really comment on something that i like and enjoy. does that qualify?Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sm1HMqum82I/AAAAAAAAAi4/_s9sNYGhNd4/s1600-h/hdgkgh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sm1HMqum82I/AAAAAAAAAi4/_s9sNYGhNd4/s320/hdgkgh.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363021014221910882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;nyways, it was my second time to watch in Trinoma. I was goddam excited to watch it. because aside from the fact that I've long waited for this to really come out, I'd get to see my freakin' high school classmates as well. so it's like a reunion thingy. and it was just awesome. so there, i bought a gargantuan popcorn and enormous drink. the movie started at 11:30pm and ended at around 2:30 am. and i walked out the theater  with so much disappointment in my heart. I was so brokenhearted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's the thing. i know that we don't expect the director to include all the smallest details from the book. perhaps we might be forgetting what adopted means. but duuh? fool David Yates ruled out so much important details. im talking about highly relevant &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal  {mso-style-parent:"";  margin:0in;  margin-bottom:.0001pt;  mso-pagination:widow-orphan;  font-size:12.0pt;  font-family:"Times New Roman";  mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} span.textexposedshow  {mso-style-name:text_exposed_show;} @page Section1  {size:8.5in 11.0in;  margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in;  mso-header-margin:.5in;  mso-footer-margin:.5in;  mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1  {page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;facts man. this movie was supposed to help people understand the connection between Harry and Voldemort. and it didn't. the horcrux was the whole idea of HBP but was completely left out. crucial memories in the pensive were excluded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and crap! where were Tom's parents? Dumbledore's funeral? the new minister of magic? and the more-than-life battle between the dumbledore's army and death eaters! oh gosh. reminiscing that night when i watched the movie just makes me even harder to move on. this movie was almost 3hrs of crap. it was so damn boring.  I expected so much from it. and i got almost nothing. i mean hella nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..i wanna apparate to JK and cry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-4967910980236592048?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4967910980236592048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=4967910980236592048&amp;isPopup=true' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4967910980236592048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4967910980236592048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/better-late-than-never_26.html' title='better late than never.'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sm1HMqum82I/AAAAAAAAAi4/_s9sNYGhNd4/s72-c/hdgkgh.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-9024344502979189832</id><published>2009-07-17T19:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T21:02:32.512+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iris'/><title type='text'>Iris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'ang lakas ng ulan.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oo nga. malamig. sa mga ganitong panahon mo maiisip na masarap ang may ka kiskisan ng balat.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'kiskisan ng balat?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'skin to skin.' sa maternal &amp;amp; child nursing, it promotes bonding sa mag ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yea. whatever. pwede ba mag tanong?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'diba nagtatanong ka na nga.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'seryoso ako.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hehe. ano ba yun?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'masaya ka ba?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'saan?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sa piling niya.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'masayahin akong tao. kahit sino, kahit nga emo napapatawa ko. pag napasaya ko sila, masaya na rin ako.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hindi mo nmn sinagot ang tanong ko.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sinagot ko.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'pero hindi ung hinahanap kong sagot.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'pero sinagot ko.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'napapsaya mo nmn ba siya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'siguro. kami pa rin nmn eh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'eh sa relasyon niyo, masaya ka rin ba?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'teka. sino ka ba? bakit ang dami mong tanong?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ewan ko. ito ang role ko eh. magtanong. at ang role mo, sumagot. kaya un lang ang dapat mong gawin.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'huh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'eh sa relasyon niyo, masaya ka rin ba?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'magkaiba pa ba un?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oo magkaiba pa un'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'bakit, pwede ko bang sabihing masaya ako sa relasyon namin pero hindi sa piling niya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hindi. pero pwede mong sabihing masaya ka sa piling niya pero hindi sa relasyon niyo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tango*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'mahal mo ba siya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kuliglig*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ah.. hindi'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'teka! wala akong sinasabing hindi. hindi pa kaya ako sumasagot.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'un ang sabi ng kuliglig eh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ano nmn ang kinalaman dito ng isang kuliglig? at paano mo nalaman na "hindi" yung sagot niya?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'andami mo namang tanong eh. ako lang ang dapat na nagtatanong sa'yo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sino ka ba kasi?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sinabi ko na sa'yo. hindi ko rin alam. basta sumagot ka na lng. so hindi mo siya mahal.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'mahal niya ako.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tingin mo sa pamamagitan niya matatakasan mo ang nakaraan mo?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'siguro.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'pero hindi mo siya mahal.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'pero mahal niya ako.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ito ba ang gusto mo?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ito ang dapat kong gustuhin.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'bakit?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'dahil ito ang tama'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'at ang mali?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ang mali ay hindi dapat ginagawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'pero un ang gusto mo. dun ka masaya.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'wala nmn akong sinasabing hindi ako masaya dito ah.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'paano ka magiging masaya sa isang bagay na hindi mo gusto?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tingin sa malayo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'mahirap ba?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ang alin?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ang sitwasyon mo nagun?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'anong part ba ng situation ko ang tinutukoy mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'the whole part.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hingang malalim* 'sana ibang spermatozoon nalng ng tatay ko ang nag fertilize sa ovum ng nanay ko nung ginawa nila ako.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'wala ka ngayon kung nagkaganun.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'exactly.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'sumigaw ka.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'huh?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'isigaw mo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ang alin?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ang totoong nararamdaman mo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'bakit?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nakakagaan yun.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ayoko.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'bakit?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'mababasa niya.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'oo nga pla. kahit tayong dalawa lang ang naguusap, maraming tao ang makakabasa nito.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'teka, siguro nmn pwede mo na akong sagutin. sino ka ba?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hindi ko nga alam.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'huh? pwede ba un?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'bakit ikaw, kilala mo ba sarili mo?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ahh. hindi nga rin eh. sino ba ako?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'lalong hindi ko alam.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'bakit kasi wala tayong mga pangalan?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'yun ang gusto niya eh.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'nino?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'ni jeszie. siya ang gumawa satin.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'hindi kaya epitome nya tayo?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'tayo? eh isa lang nmn siya.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'so sino sa 'ting dalawa?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;...and i don't want the world to see me. co'z i don't think that they'd understand. when everything's made to be broken, i just want you to know who i am...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hooy manong ang ingay ng radyo mooooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..*hingang malalim*&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/2580826198897041859-9024344502979189832?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9024344502979189832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=9024344502979189832&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/9024344502979189832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/9024344502979189832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/iris.html' title='Iris'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-9096906826535112788</id><published>2009-07-15T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:24:56.143+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog hopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poser'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>Body is Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;log hopping is one of the things that i usually do whenever boredom eats me up. it's fun coz  it's like meeting different people and knowing what stuff resides in their mind. this is where you can really &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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I was scanning his blog pages by pages when suddenly a photograph of a butt naked guy caught my attention. the picture was in sepia mode with some edited  texts on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sl2yBBDQ4SI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/uoUCdGJa2SY/s1600-h/124762768714330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sl2yBBDQ4SI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/uoUCdGJa2SY/s320/124762768714330.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358634862172496162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the moment my eyes got jammed on that picture, rage abruptly swallowed me up. this picture is not just familiar to me. I freakin' know this picture! why? because that guy on that picture just happened to be me! yes! you guys read it right. this butt naked guy is none other than me. on his blog, he said there that &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"with a friend's permission, i posted this picture bla.. bla.. bla.."&lt;/span&gt; and i was like, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"WTF? i do not know this kid!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;                                                                                    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;'jes, ang lupit ng mga pics mo ah.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                                                                                   "oh? astig ba?lol."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                                                                                    'oo gagu! potential hayden kho ka pla!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                                                                                    "haha. potential? hayden kho in the making ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                                                                                     'the next hayden kho pare.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got so much pictures of that kind or even naughtier on my FS account. but yea, i must admit that they were in a public album. but my account itself is in private because it's a sort of exclusive account. you might be asking why do i do that. the answer is i freakin' don't know. exhibitionist? sexual voyeurism, all these stuff? i don't know. and i don't wanna know. i just do that PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was preoccupied by the thought that i gotta know this kid who posted my picture without my permission! i had to find way how to get in touch to this kid. i saw his profile, and there i got his ym ID. i added him. and dropped a message. the next day, he was online. and the conversation started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="place"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;o:smarttagtype namespaceuri="urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" name="country-region"&gt;&lt;/o:smarttagtype&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt; 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&lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: pre..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: tes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: yes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: nabasa ko yung blog mo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: ung luma ata yun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: ung may nakapost na lalaking butt naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: I just wanna ask. kilala mo ba yung guy na un?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: oo naman bakit?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: oh yea?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: teka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: sino k b?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: I just happened to be that guy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: and hell i dont know u man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: no you're not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: u used my picture without my permission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: FYI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: that aint you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: ako yun brad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: alam ko yung picture ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: related ka ba kay warren &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;austria&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: warren &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;austria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: fuck&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: y?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: husn that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: ako ang may ari ng pic na un...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: he's the guy who gave me "your" pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: and not warren &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;austria&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: and he said siya un so i believed it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: tangena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: poser..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: bigay mo nga saken link nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: ung warren na un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: poser un brad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: that picture is mine..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: hmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: pwede makuha url ng site nya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: wla xang blog eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: kalimutan mo na un&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: ill delete the entry na lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: paxenxa na sa inconvinience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: no.. just the FS url..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: sabi mo frend mo xa sa fs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: its ok man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: sorry.. grabe. first time ko kasi maganun..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: sobrang kabadtrip..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: can i get his FS nlng muna?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: sorry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: ok wait..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: &lt;a href="http://profiles.friendster.com/18915200"&gt;http://profiles.friendster.com/18915200&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: tnx man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: teka man san mo nakuha ym id ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: sa blog mo. kelangan tlga makontak kita eh. because of this..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: tnx man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: ganun ba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: ah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: eh san mo nakuha blog link ko?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: sa blog ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: nag iwan ka ng link eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: ahha ganun b? blog link mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: www.jeszieboy.blogspot.com man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: shit. schoolmate ko pa ampota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: badrip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: pero wala na ung pic ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: hinahanap ko sa album nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: wala na eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: ahhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: im definitely makin' an entry about this man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: jeszie boy.. nagcomment nga ako sayo nung nagpunta ka sa concert ni david archuleta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: ah nagcomment ka ba? haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: the guy with the cool accent ata sinabi ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: di ko napansin eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: natabunan kasi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: di ko na napansin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: hahaha... kaya naman pala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: so anu naman ilalagay mo sa blog mo about the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: i dunno. mag iisip pa ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: [insert smiley here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: pero kailangan ma feature ko to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: sa &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;fatima&lt;/st1:place&gt; ka parin ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: man, can i include you? sau ko kasi nakita pic ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: ikaw pala ung nasa pic hahahaa.. wala lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: o cge..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: although la ka nmn kasalanan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: negative ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: [insert smiley here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: sa warren siguro..oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: sa &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;fatima&lt;/st1:place&gt; ka parin ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: sau hindi wala ka nmn kasalanan eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: waren's part of pagfa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: yea i know.. namumukaan ko nga siya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: nakikita ko siya pag sumasayaw pagfa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: ahh soo wait anung year mo na sa &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;fatima&lt;/st1:place&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: 3rd yr man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: pero iba na ko ng building..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: hindi na ko madalas dun sa tambayan ng pagfa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: ahh dun ka na sa malapit sa sti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: oo man..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: regalado man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: what a small world haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: bakit? dun ka rin ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: lintek na picture yun haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: hinde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: malapit lang ung church namin ni warren dun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: anong church? ung sa robinson?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: victory churches of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;asia&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: baka naman man pumunta ka dun at sugurin mo xa haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: nag church din ako dun man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: hahahaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: dati..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: what a freakin small world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: di na ngaun eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: dati?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: y di na ngayon?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: busy na kasi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: gusto ko nga bumalik eh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: kaso ewan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: ung demonyo pinangingibabawan ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: [insert smiley here]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: hahahahahahahaaaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: san ka umaatend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: youth?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: oo youth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: add muna kita sa blogroll ko wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: youth din kame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: haha. cge man.. t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: tnx..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: add din kita mya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: anu pla number mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: globe ako man eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: globe din ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: okie,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: 0927*******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: imma invite u sometime sa church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;jeszieBoy :]: waaa. gusto nga. tae.. hirap.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;That kid: basta gusto may paraan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-cut-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; was kinda lengthy so i just cut it right there which is just sufficient to make it clear. all's clear now. I know i messed myself up when i posted those kind of pictures on my account. but heck! i never expected that something like this would happen! who would've wished something like this? well i don't really care if  you post my pictures wherever you want, but geez! just don't ever claim possession of things that aren't yours! and to that Warren Austria who owned my picture, screw you man! i don't care if you like me, or just envious or something but damn. dont you ever do that again to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i've learned my lesson. but im not saying that im gonna be deleting those pictures now. im just gonna make the album private.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..how's my butt btw?lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-9096906826535112788?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9096906826535112788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=9096906826535112788&amp;isPopup=true' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/9096906826535112788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/9096906826535112788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/body-is-art.html' title='Body is Art'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sl2yBBDQ4SI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/uoUCdGJa2SY/s72-c/124762768714330.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-37476109075119243</id><published>2009-07-12T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T14:38:25.161+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='body dissatisfaction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brain excercise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><title type='text'>me is know talk english!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlmA23XNLkI/AAAAAAAAAec/mKy_sA2Ljik/s1600-h/60916723.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlmA23XNLkI/AAAAAAAAAec/mKy_sA2Ljik/s400/60916723.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357454911796489794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alotta people nowadays are evidently gettin' more and more mindful with the way they look, the way other people would look at them and that sorta thing. many dermatology and cosmetic surgery clinics have suddenly apparated out of nowhere and boomed just like that. clients spend thousands of money doing stuff on their body like inserting some metal tube over the part where adipose tissues are freakin' abundant. and then they suck them out of their body, and get that perfect shape they have long been wanting after eating like a gluttonous king since christmas and new year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but hey, this entry is not really about them, but yea, somehow connected. well because you know, I perfectly and truly understand why some people do that. of course, they wanna look stunningly beautiful, goddam sexy, effin' hot. hmm. what else? I ran out of words. Lol. but isn't not being beautiful is not just physical. i mean it's a total package. it also has to be emotional, spiritual, intellectual and all that. now that's beautiful and hawt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, speaking of intellectual, you guys heard me right. oh,  i  mean  you guys READ IT RIGHT. we also have to work on our brain. we gotta find some ways to get it going man. we don't want our brain rot without even using a portion of it. did you know that the 100% function of our brain hasn't discovered yet? if I'm not mistaken, that's what my professor in psychology back in first yr told me. we're only using about 30% or 40% function of it. hey, I'm not sure with the numbers ok? I've always been unsure when it comes to numbers ya know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, if you can't think of anything that will make your brain on the go, I have something for you. this is some kinda brain exercise but you don't need to answer so much awful questions. all you gotta do is read it. and to the best of your ability, try to understand and feel each and every line. and if you get to understand the article, CONGRATULATIONS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;click on the image to enlarge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sll-_VVU0pI/AAAAAAAAAeU/c0zeUiLw98U/s1600-h/6451_106001367889_84541107889_2660747_2688953_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sll-_VVU0pI/AAAAAAAAAeU/c0zeUiLw98U/s400/6451_106001367889_84541107889_2660747_2688953_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357452858257363602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..I go away now. my head is pain. I can't breathing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-37476109075119243?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/37476109075119243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=37476109075119243&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/37476109075119243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/37476109075119243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/me-is-know-talk-english.html' title='me is know talk english!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlmA23XNLkI/AAAAAAAAAec/mKy_sA2Ljik/s72-c/60916723.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-3858472686126826179</id><published>2009-07-09T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T19:24:14.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crybaby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentimental'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gayness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iyakin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakla'/><title type='text'>Gayness Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;warning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; what you are about to read is sooo freakin' gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"every man has his gayness in him." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what a friend of mine told me yesterday when we were talking on the phone as she was story telling me about his boyfriend who just recently came out to her. and she was just so brokenhearted. she couldn't believe that she fell in love with a freakin' gay man. Lol. and I say it was not her fault. she never knew. until that very day.Lol. guess he&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlXFr7_DDxI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ffIb97PjKwI/s1600-h/soccer-gayness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlXFr7_DDxI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ffIb97PjKwI/s320/soccer-gayness.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356404690454253330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; had to do it for his boyfriend. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what she said made me think a bit. which i don't really usually do you know. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;every man has his gayness in him.&lt;/span&gt; does this include my dad? my brother? YOUR BOYFRIEND? ME? oh well, i guess yea. every man. no exception. but please, don't get me wrong. when i say gayness, i don't mean homosexual tendencies. what i mean is any personality that could mostly be found in gay people. try not to be so defensive man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah. i got gayness in me. isn't that cool? no. not at all. but what can i do? it was part of my personality. i was born with that gayness in my genes which i inherited from my aunt who just recently told me that we have the same personality. so what is this gayness that i'm talking about? well here we go.Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one really knows that i'm like this, except my best buddy. he was the only one who caught me watching that animated movie cars and actually crying. can you just imagine that? who could be teary eyed watching an animated movie that is so like babyish? oh well that's me. so gay i know. another movie that i couldn't help but just go to the bathroom and cry was ratatouille. hey! i didn't say something like crying makes a man gay. it's not. as long as no one sees him.Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlXBM2Rpw1I/AAAAAAAAAds/90mjd7sIa6U/s1600-h/SuperStock_1560R-2056002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlXBM2Rpw1I/AAAAAAAAAds/90mjd7sIa6U/s400/SuperStock_1560R-2056002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356399758299218770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes. I'm a freakin' crybaby. co'z im a hackin' sentimental. and i just hate it. you know. even a single touch of drama in an entirely comedy film is just enough to make me cry like a baby. and know what, there was this one time, i was inside FX goin' home from school, parting time by rockstar was the bg music, and jeez. i just couldn't help it. memories from my past rushed back to me just like that. and next thing i know, tears fell down on face. good thing people inside didn't see me. it was just really awkward but i couldn't help it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what's really infuriating here is that i cant freakin' watch anything with someone else. it's just hard to suppress the feelings you know. the last movie that made me really sob was transformers. i watched this in trinoma with two of my boyfriends and man, they were hard laughing at me after the movie. it's not that they saw me crying but man, sniffing is just hard to resist you know.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; Santino.&lt;/span&gt; you guys know him? oh I'm sure you do. I just hate that kid. he always makes me cry. that's why i don't watch him anymore especially when my parents are around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh gosh. i just screwed one of my secrets again. oh well that's fine i like sharing anything about me to everyone anyways. so how about you man? what is that gayness thingy in you? Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..c'mon man, tell me. haha.Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3858472686126826179?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3858472686126826179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3858472686126826179&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3858472686126826179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3858472686126826179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/gayness-galore.html' title='Gayness Galore'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlXFr7_DDxI/AAAAAAAAAd8/ffIb97PjKwI/s72-c/soccer-gayness.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-5458903995309815669</id><published>2009-07-08T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T16:26:37.952+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spongebob squarepants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>Spongebob dies in the metro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;early this afternoon i received an email from a loooong lost friend. I was of course elated that after so many years, this piece of a-hole still managed to get in touch with me. I got his ID and added him on ym and there we continued to chit chat just about random stuff about us. we haven't seen each other for like 2 yrs now. and yea, i freakin' miss this dickhead. he was my best buddy back then. he was my partner in crime. too bad he's now in states and it'll take 2 more yrs i guess to see him again when i get there.lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he sent me a picture that made me laugh so hard until i just couldn't breathe at all. well it was not the picture that was really funny, but it was the caption that was so hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS IS DEAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlR8oQHyU0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/gsuL0zy-l2o/s1600-h/5335_105607557889_84541107889_2655010_7075993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlR8oQHyU0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/gsuL0zy-l2o/s320/5335_105607557889_84541107889_2655010_7075993_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356042887814599490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poor spongebob. look at him. he's just so dry due to so much lack of water. and so traumatized because of heat. and the people around might have aggravated his already deteriorated condition.haha. btw, what the heck is spongebob doing here in the metro?Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..i still love him anyways.Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-5458903995309815669?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5458903995309815669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=5458903995309815669&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5458903995309815669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5458903995309815669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/07/spongebob-dies-in-metro.html' title='Spongebob dies in the metro'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SlR8oQHyU0I/AAAAAAAAAdc/gsuL0zy-l2o/s72-c/5335_105607557889_84541107889_2655010_7075993_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-3397370654957794617</id><published>2009-06-26T07:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T07:24:01.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='michale jackson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='king of pop'/><title type='text'>Michael Jackson dies</title><content type='html'>Early this morning, as I woke up, I went straight to the computer to check some email and to update some stuff. I was browsing over the internet, when something written in some bold letters caught my attention. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Michael Jackson dies"&lt;/span&gt;. i dunno if this was true or something, but one thing's for sure, was th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SkQXiNjmiBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bhe9pO0JwG4/s1600-h/xin_5406021409067102992211.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SkQXiNjmiBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bhe9pO0JwG4/s320/xin_5406021409067102992211.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351428133744969746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at it made me go to the CNN live, and watch some news. and it was true. CNN has confirmed that Michael Jackson, the sensationally gifted child star who rose to become the "&lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245973654_1"&gt;King of Pop&lt;/span&gt;" and was undeniably the biggest celebrity in the world indeed, has died early this afternoon (pacific time).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pop star died after being taken to UCLA medical center for cardiac arrest. He was not breathing when &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245973654_3"&gt;Los Angeles Fire Department paramedics&lt;/span&gt; responded to a call  made by his brother after Jackson suddenly collapsed at his &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1245973654_4"&gt;Los Angeles home&lt;/span&gt; about 12:30 p.m. the paramedics performed CPR but reportedly was not able to revive, and took him to the hospital. "my brother was resuscitated at 1.14pm for a period of 1 hour, but they were unsuccessful." says Jermaine Jackson, Michael's brother. Michael died at the early age of 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;immediately after the news had spread like a wildfire, a multitude of fans started to gather outside the UCLA Medical Center hoping to get some sort of comfort from one another. Fans also congregated at Jackson Family's house in Gary, Indiana where Michael Jackson was born, laying flowers at the doorstep and paying tribute to the king of pop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although aggregates of fans flocked to these different places, it's not surprising to hear no screaming, crying, and stuff like that. everybody was just in great tranquility consoling one another. however, there are some group of people who were playing Michael Jackson's musics and just dancing and singing and tryin' to remember and feel once again how it's like to be just listening and jiving to this music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what's really saddening here is that Michael is actually preparing for a sort of come back concert tour after not having performed for so many years now. and this terribly shocking abrupt demise of him has just put a period to his long legendary career as the people's musical hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a global phenomena. everyone is just mourning, and was really in great shock about this sudden demise of Michael Jackson. but that's life. who are we to question God about what he does? He needed Michael, so He got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..Rest in Peace king of Pop! thanks for the great music!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3397370654957794617?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3397370654957794617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3397370654957794617&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3397370654957794617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3397370654957794617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jackson-dies.html' title='Michael Jackson dies'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SkQXiNjmiBI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bhe9pO0JwG4/s72-c/xin_5406021409067102992211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1430297739080890327</id><published>2009-06-17T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T14:58:14.680+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chinese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spongebob squarepants'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>chinese spongebob</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"who lives in a pineapple under the sea?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are fond of watching this show and an avid fan of spongebob squarepants, you probably have already memorized this exerpt of that world renowned infamous opening song. haha. and more or less, you have been singing this song your whole life even up to now that you're grown up. lol, kiddin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who doesn't know spongebob anyways? i mean, he's been like an effigy of fun, play and all to the kids and to the kids at heart like me.lo&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SjiPh8wWzbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4oRsDkEm-Is/s1600-h/jlm-spongebob_squarepants_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SjiPh8wWzbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4oRsDkEm-Is/s320/jlm-spongebob_squarepants_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348182370909867442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;l. that square sea sponge guy belonged to the eukaryotes, under kingdom animalia, and phylum porifera (hey, i can still remember my biology!lol). but look more like a kitchen sponge. he 's just so adorable and something in him really makes kids hooked and make him as their favourite cartoon character for this new generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This second longest-running Nicktoon, next to the Rugrats was created by Stephen Hillenburg an artist, animator and a former marine biologist. The series is set in the Pacific Ocean in the fictitious  city of Bikini Bottom and on the surrounding lagoon floor. Among the lead characters are; Spongebob Squarepants himself, Patrick Star, Squidward Tentacles, Mr. Krabs, Plankton, Sandy Cheeks and Gary the snail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think you have seen the best of this show, coz it obviously got so much wit in it, well think again. recently i was browsing some videos over youtube, and i come up with this particular video of spongebob. for a second i though it was really one of the episodes of spongebob, but it turned out to be just a spoof-like thingy of the show. it was hella funny, but really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-cf56ef3e14c7e30d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf56ef3e14c7e30d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D287C5F3A6D4BABCF5BC0414845BBF9C4572F23B6.2B5950368609685F03D974046DC291551C399BF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf56ef3e14c7e30d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbhtAIuasHGp7e-y_Jp8kewgPsr0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dcf56ef3e14c7e30d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D287C5F3A6D4BABCF5BC0414845BBF9C4572F23B6.2B5950368609685F03D974046DC291551C399BF3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dcf56ef3e14c7e30d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbhtAIuasHGp7e-y_Jp8kewgPsr0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..no offense to our chinese kapatids! but this is really funny! lol. :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1430297739080890327?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=cf56ef3e14c7e30d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1430297739080890327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1430297739080890327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1430297739080890327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1430297739080890327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/chinese-spongebob.html' title='chinese spongebob'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SjiPh8wWzbI/AAAAAAAAAdM/4oRsDkEm-Is/s72-c/jlm-spongebob_squarepants_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-4960599361912952752</id><published>2009-06-04T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T20:06:37.693+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood swing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kaibigan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='arlene'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='BOF'/><title type='text'>gusto mong magaya kay arlene?</title><content type='html'>ang ayoko sa lahat ay iyong kinukulit ako sa tuwing umaatake ang mood swings ko. pag ganun kasi tumatahimik na lang ako. at ayokokng kinakausap ang mga kasama ko kung meron man, dahil tiyak, hindi rin ako makakausap ng matino. kapag kasi kinausap mo ako o tinanong, sasagot naman ako. pero yung tipong isinisigaw ko sayo ng pabulong gamit ang mga tingin ko na "AYOKONG KINAKAUSAP MO AKO SA MGA ORAS NA ITO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maswerte ako dahil mahirap makahanap ng mga kaibigan kung may ganito kang kondisyon. kailangan kasi ung mga tao&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sie39zNDF3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/jQIh07SjPwQ/s1600-h/1_170240688l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sie39zNDF3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/jQIh07SjPwQ/s320/1_170240688l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343441755243222898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ng nag umaapaaw ang pagmamahal at pasensiya sa'yo. ung tanggap ang bawat aspeto ng pagkatao mo. yung tipong ngayong araw magmumurahan at magsasapakan kayo dahil lang sa isang electric fan, pero bukas balik ulit sa kanyakanyang kakulitan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero gaya ng nasabi ko, ayaw ko sa lahat yung kinukulit ako tuwing may mood swing ako. pero makulit si arlene. parang hindi niya ako kilala. yun din ang madalas na problema pag sobrang close kau ng isang tao, kilalang kilala ka na niya. alam niya na kahit mapikon ka sa kanya ngayon, kinabukasan wala na rin iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arlene: &lt;/span&gt;sige na jessie, sabihin mo na kung sino yung tinutukoy mo kagabi sa gm mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy: &lt;/span&gt;*nakasimangot* wala un.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arlene: &lt;/span&gt;wooo, ayaw pa sabihin, sige na! ito naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy:   &lt;/span&gt;        ang kulit mo, wala nga un. next time ka na lang mangulit pwede ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arlene:  &lt;/span&gt;              hindi kita titigilan hangga't hindi mo sinasabi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy:  &lt;/span&gt;        *iling*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arlene:&lt;/span&gt;                teka, BOF na pla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/span&gt;          yuck.. BOF sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arlene:  &lt;/span&gt;              gago! yuck ka diyan. astig nga eh. I LOVE BOF!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jeszieBoy:&lt;/span&gt;          oh? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU SUCK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bakit? kanya kanyang namang taste yan. ang pasok sa panlasa mo maaring hindi sa akin. at ang swak sa akin maaring hindi sa iyo. matuto tayong irespeto ang pagkakaiba ng bawat isa! haha. pasensiya na, minsan hindi ko lang talaga alam ang kahuluhan ng salitang respeto kapag may mood swing ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..yaan arlene,  sori ha. kulit mo kasi. :]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-4960599361912952752?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4960599361912952752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=4960599361912952752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4960599361912952752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4960599361912952752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/gusto-mong-magaya-kay-arlene.html' title='gusto mong magaya kay arlene?'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Sie39zNDF3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/jQIh07SjPwQ/s72-c/1_170240688l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-6419769222603391098</id><published>2009-06-03T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:51:08.086+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magic temple'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sambag'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>do you still remember SAMBAG?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiYLG3Aa90I/AAAAAAAAAbc/zrorIvWOVXQ/s1600-h/magictemple-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiYLG3Aa90I/AAAAAAAAAbc/zrorIvWOVXQ/s400/magictemple-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342970220394510146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;naaalala mo pa ba yung pelikulang MAGIC TEMPLE? anim na taong gulang ako nang ilabas ito ng Star Cinema bilang official entry sa Metro Manila Film Festival 1996. Kung meron man akong alaala nung anim na taon plang ako na talaga namang tumatak sa akin, marahil ito na yun. nung ma-hook ako dito. wala akong ibang alam nuon sa pelikulang ito bukod sa magic. mga batang may mga kapangyarihan at nakikipaglaban sa kasamaan upang maibalik ang balanse ng timbangan ng mundo. iyon marahil ang naging dahilan kung bakit ganoon na lang ang pagkahumaling ko sa pelikulang ito. sa kaibuturan ng aking puso, nagtatago ang isang pangarap na maging katulad nila. na maging isa sa kanila. alam mo na, bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;kung naalala mo ito, tiyak kilala mo si SAMBAG o si Junell Hernando sa totoong buhay. isa sa mga bida sa nasabing pelikula kasama sina JUBAL (Jason Salcedo) at OMAR (Marc Solis). Naisip mo ba kung nasaan na ang mga artistang ito? kung bakit nawala sila sa showbiz at hindi na muling humarap pa sa camera? marahil ay hindi. ano naman ang pakielam mo diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa pagkakaalam ko, si sambag ang unang nawala sa industriya ng mga plastik. si ju&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiYLxM1ENJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Tyun4boByB8/s1600-h/sambag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 86px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiYLxM1ENJI/AAAAAAAAAbk/Tyun4boByB8/s400/sambag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342970947806966930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bal, naaalala ko may isa pa siyang palabas noon na napanuod ko kasama si gloria romero, nakalimutan ko lang yung title. si omar naman, nakita ko pa siya sa tv, last yr lang ata. ewan, di ko na rin matandaan. kaya naman hinanap ko through internet kung nasaan na si sambag. ilang oras din ang tinagal ko kakahanap sa iba't ibang search engines. hanggang sa mapunta ako sa isang link. nakita ko si sambag. si sambag na lampayatot at pumipiyok piyok pa nuon sa pelikula. ibang iba na. malamang. sa tinagal tagal ba naman ng panahon eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto na ngayon si sambag, kasama ang kanyang asawa at cute na cute na anak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiYM93mVsPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XFNaluKirOY/s1600-h/l_8e34b65d144a748964e9e7896781e0e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiYM93mVsPI/AAAAAAAAAb0/XFNaluKirOY/s320/l_8e34b65d144a748964e9e7896781e0e5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342972264957980914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiYMPqM8ELI/AAAAAAAAAbs/eaRdpV0tx3w/s1600-h/3152807785_3c97d54834.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiYMPqM8ELI/AAAAAAAAAbs/eaRdpV0tx3w/s320/3152807785_3c97d54834.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342971471087800498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;kita mo nga naman, nakabingwit si sambag ng imported!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..parang kape't gatas lang! pero astigin, kudos sambag!lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,helvetica;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-6419769222603391098?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6419769222603391098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=6419769222603391098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6419769222603391098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6419769222603391098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-you-still-remember-sambag.html' title='do you still remember SAMBAG?'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiYLG3Aa90I/AAAAAAAAAbc/zrorIvWOVXQ/s72-c/magictemple-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1958469301415555760</id><published>2009-05-30T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T17:14:26.287+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trailer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Half Blood Prince'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='demented'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dementor'/><title type='text'>the day I got demented.</title><content type='html'>It was a bright and shinny morning but I had a slight feeling that something odd would happen to me that day. And I was right. I knew I was always right. My mom asked me to accompany her at some mall to buy stuff. when we got there, I told her that I would just be somewhere outside, digging up some air. I was at the side of the road, watching people and cars passing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old lady with a grubby appearance showed up and stared at me straight to my eyes for like a minute or two. Despite the obvious soiled emergence of this woman, the windows of her soul had an impeccable effulgence that seemed able to be seen by no one but me. I kinda felt I was being haunted by these. I h&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiC2-OUN9OI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ao968YZrnPk/s1600-h/illus13tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 317px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiC2-OUN9OI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ao968YZrnPk/s400/illus13tn.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341470338172450018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ad the strangest feeling that I was the only one aware of her existence. I started to get startled. Waiting for my mom on the side road where I tremblingly stood, I turned my gaze to the other side eager to look back and see her no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But disappointment deteriorated my heart-filled dread. Hairs on my nape prickled up, my chest was pounding so hard that I could hear every single monotonous thud. I was barely looking where she was at, but my intuition was lending me the picture that at a snail's pace, the old lady was taking her steps right through me. I wanted to shout for help but I could hardly produce a single sound. I wanted to run, but I could scarcely budge. I was then immovable. Little by little,  her scrawny filthy hand was touching my arm. Freezing cold sensation suddenly engulfed my entirety. I was being hoisted up by some sort of mist emanating from her body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the very first time that I had such feeling. And I thought it was so cool, the best sensation ever. Arctic-like combined with sort of low voltage power hit and tickled my peritoneum cavity. I couldn't help myself but to grasp and take the pleasure in. I was having the best time yet gloomiest of my life. Simultaneous with the satisfaction, a menacing oblivion overthrew every single detail of happiness over my head. What's left now are nothing but pure anger, hatred, grief, wretchedness and melancholy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my feet starting to touch the ground again, I was at a complete loss. I was becoming a total madcap. With my blurry vision, I still managed to witness something extraordinary and yes, there was even more unusual than what was happening to me. A lucid silhouette of a skinny lad emerged out of nowhere with some sort of well polished piece of stick on his right hand pointed to the hooded old lady in front of me. For a second I thought it was me he was aiming at. I was about to get down for a count when I heard him yelled "EXPECTO PATRONUM!" with that stick still pointed to the lady. A radiance of bright illumination with a stallion contour materialized from the tip of his stick, smearing my vision. I fell to the ground with a great thud. It was the last thing I could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes, I was still standing at the road side. My mom was talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;'hey, what happened? are you ok?'&lt;/span&gt; She asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;"m-om I-I got de-men-ted."&lt;/span&gt; I stuttered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;'what are you talking about son?'&lt;/span&gt; she queried perplexedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I glanced up at the road, cars were in breakneck speed  getting ahead of  one another as if nothing odd just happened to me. Then I realized, was it a dream? or an illusion? could it just be a hallucination? A car bizarrely halted in front of me with a poster fixed on its window. I looked at it. It was this poster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiC4cLvxccI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DMspY2zQLaw/s1600-h/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiC4cLvxccI/AAAAAAAAAbU/DMspY2zQLaw/s400/harry_potter_and_the_half_blood_prince.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341471952390418882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;07/17/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a glimpse of someone on my left who was also looking at the poster. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looked at me. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got goosebumps. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the same old hooded lady. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..wag ng umapila. that's my own version of a DEMENTOR AND BEING DEMENTED.  :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1958469301415555760?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1958469301415555760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1958469301415555760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1958469301415555760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1958469301415555760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/day-i-got-demented.html' title='the day I got demented.'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SiC2-OUN9OI/AAAAAAAAAbM/Ao968YZrnPk/s72-c/illus13tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1781889118660031041</id><published>2009-05-23T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T10:27:55.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='a-holes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joke'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdated'/><title type='text'>*&amp;?%#$@+!</title><content type='html'>Never in my entire life, that I have imagined something &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;made out of a gag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; would ignite such a vast conflagration among outdated dudes. you know what I have noticed? people are getting more and more &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thin-skinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; why is that so? can someone tell me? ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige sige, para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;atahimik ang mga kaluluwa niyo&lt;/span&gt;, and mine as well, no comments shall be posted na here in my blog. and I strongly suggest those a-holes involved to just cease dropping by and get their a** outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..hindi pa ko galit nyan. :]]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1781889118660031041?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1781889118660031041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1781889118660031041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1781889118660031041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1781889118660031041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title='*&amp;?%#$@+!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-3678603164423238108</id><published>2009-05-20T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T20:58:11.136+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david archuleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='david cook. manila'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='open grounds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='concert'/><title type='text'>two DAVIDS are better than one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPpEoa9SZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_C7tqEoIuC8/s1600-h/banner.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPpEoa9SZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_C7tqEoIuC8/s200/banner.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337866249143404946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday, May 16 2009 was a dream come true. It was one heck of a night that made everyone else there go crazy. It was the night etched in my mind. It was the night that I gone wild. It was one of a life-time opportunity that involved two of my favourite international artists. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;David Archuleta and David Cook. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a fan of these two lads, ever since their auditions during their American Idol days. From day one, until their final singing brawl on stage, I got hooked. Actually, I wasn't just fastened to the two of them, but their whole batch! Theirs was really the best of all, and Simon Cowell even had to agree with me! :)) mind you guys, not even one of last yrs' episodes got ahead of me. That's how I got really hooked. My favourite episode was when they had a special number where they got to sing &lt;strong&gt;Shout To The Lord &lt;/strong&gt;during their &lt;strong&gt;Idol Gives Back. &lt;/strong&gt;It was one of my favourite christian songs, and seeing the AI batch that I was so passionate about, man! I'm like, OMFG! haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkbfF25sUZI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KkbfF25sUZI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when there was this one time, I was scanning through the sites in the blogsphere, I stumbled upon this particular blog that had a post that really caught my attention. It featured that the two Davids were actually coming to the Philippines to have a back to back concert. I was kinda reluctant upon reading the post, but starting to jump off my seat. I made contact with the owner of the blog to ask if it was real, and he confirmed it. My chest bursted out. I had long been waiting for this. When someone informed me that the tickets for the concert were already available, without second thought I immediately went to purchase two, for me and for my best friend. And so my prayers had been granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Concert night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPoQE_WAwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EUomyuBduLQ/s1600-h/DSC03138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPoQE_WAwI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EUomyuBduLQ/s320/DSC03138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337865346279146242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPohgX3czI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-MqRfAyR5iA/s1600-h/Lupeet%21_3942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPohgX3czI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-MqRfAyR5iA/s320/Lupeet%21_3942.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337865645687534386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPk1I56XlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4zUN1mo0OOU/s1600-h/124270597766425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPk1I56XlI/AAAAAAAAAaM/4zUN1mo0OOU/s320/124270597766425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337861584938753618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPlPQ5IuOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-iSf1_CClSY/s1600-h/ngm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPlPQ5IuOI/AAAAAAAAAaU/-iSf1_CClSY/s320/ngm.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337862033759582434" 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;&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;The concert was held at MOA open grounds, started around 8:20. The whether was so perfect, and the crowd was just unbelievably incredible! Our seat was just good enough to see the two Davids up close and appreciate their entirety!haha. so, it was like, minutes away from the start of the show, when the crowd got surprised when suddenly, sparks of illumination sky-rocketed and made everyone else looked up in great awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6e08b1c71e1c02e2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e08b1c71e1c02e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D713C806524E71E9969BDBC3E208F70A4E23B1DC6.4183D4771A7D617AC2E72EBAA91273202D371130%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e08b1c71e1c02e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtOkGdlusF9CZIsuM25Ty9RPWpjo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6e08b1c71e1c02e2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D713C806524E71E9969BDBC3E208F70A4E23B1DC6.4183D4771A7D617AC2E72EBAA91273202D371130%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6e08b1c71e1c02e2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DtOkGdlusF9CZIsuM25Ty9RPWpjo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Archuleta emerged with a total bang! the crowd exploded, my bestfriend blown up, and I, I flew into insanity. Everyone was just soo freakin' astonished by this young dude singing his first song &lt;strong&gt;"touch my hand"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShMtoy-NcCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ltc9SLhKbSI/s1600-h/fhg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337660162264887330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShMtoy-NcCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/Ltc9SLhKbSI/s400/fhg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;More Pics!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337653857246855154" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShMn5y8xP_I/AAAAAAAAAZM/O0DeZTLiYRU/s400/fhft.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShMpR8AoPGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wZYXw1g3SZs/s1600-h/fhfdh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337655371507448930" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 246px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShMpR8AoPGI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wZYXw1g3SZs/s320/fhfdh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337655550217510450" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 267px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShMpcVwbXjI/AAAAAAAAAZc/J6RfkPqtgRY/s320/lgdcjlg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&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;while everybody else were standing over their chairs tryin' to have a perfect angle to have a great glimpse of archie, I happened to notice this guy who seemed irrefutable with his choice to just sit and feel like nothing historical was happening around. he seemed like just sitting in a bench in some park. haha.lols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPhOiqvsAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/h-ARD_NXU0o/s1600-h/DSC03257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPhOiqvsAI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/h-ARD_NXU0o/s320/DSC03257.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337857623304679426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Archie was freakin' soggy wet by his sweat after singing around ten songs, nonstop! Right after singing his last song, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Crush"&lt;/span&gt; he bid goodbye and headed to the backstage. and he was gone, just like that. Minutes after Archie's performance, the sky was again illuminated by colorful flamboyant fire crackers that awed the crowd and it was better compared to Archie's :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a873920638cb93d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da873920638cb93d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7153C83D14120FB1B7F0FFEEF024F46FE2E28C3.492609968A4BE20121A63AAD0FD4360E0510D660%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da873920638cb93d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJJEz8l7cBpZDLDbi8OdKwDsHsLU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Da873920638cb93d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7153C83D14120FB1B7F0FFEEF024F46FE2E28C3.492609968A4BE20121A63AAD0FD4360E0510D660%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da873920638cb93d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJJEz8l7cBpZDLDbi8OdKwDsHsLU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;It was the second set of the show, when David Cook emerged, everyone just gone ballistic! I couldn't hear anything bu&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShM2kjPdP3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/4Fxv79kTmL0/s1600-h/bdfnb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337669984927432562" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 400px; cursor: pointer; height: 300px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShM2kjPdP3I/AAAAAAAAAZs/4Fxv79kTmL0/s400/bdfnb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t these screamingly screeches of the mob that excited Cook even more who couldn't believe how many people went to the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cook&lt;/span&gt;: are you guys havin' fun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt;: yeaaaaa!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cook&lt;/span&gt;: cool! co'z 'em havin'  a BLAST!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crowd&lt;/span&gt;: woooo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShM4ZLbpIvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XkQ2yXFiAgc/s1600-h/hjkthk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShM4ZLbpIvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XkQ2yXFiAgc/s1600-h/hjkthk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337671988580786930" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 498px; cursor: pointer; height: 373px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShM4ZLbpIvI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/XkQ2yXFiAgc/s400/hjkthk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;The show ended with a song which I forgot the title, that was sang by both Davids, and man, it was so cool, people were waving their hands, (including me! haha.) simultaneous with the Davids. I knew that it was gonna be their last song so I really got myself along with it. and as I have foreseen, it was indeed their last performance. they both bid goodbye, cook put his left arm over archie's shoulder, and together they disappeared in the middle of smoke-filled stage as the people, continued to screech as if so satisfied with the show. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;man, it was so freakin' worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3e08dba4e1de2941" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e08dba4e1de2941%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65A790143D8E13A7B2C7EB0D84279047D4A65178.709D44BF64B8B81670FF346E657F3BB43EF6DD74%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e08dba4e1de2941%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLfRg9X6Rz_VDgPdOnYyuFw3GhkY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3e08dba4e1de2941%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65A790143D8E13A7B2C7EB0D84279047D4A65178.709D44BF64B8B81670FF346E657F3BB43EF6DD74%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3e08dba4e1de2941%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLfRg9X6Rz_VDgPdOnYyuFw3GhkY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;for the videos, visit &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/bowtruckle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bowtruckle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..deymm! hoping for them to come back! :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3678603164423238108?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3678603164423238108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3678603164423238108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3678603164423238108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3678603164423238108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-davids-are-better-than-one_20.html' title='two DAVIDS are better than one!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/ShPpEoa9SZI/AAAAAAAAAbE/_C7tqEoIuC8/s72-c/banner.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8296806795843607482</id><published>2009-05-10T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T09:47:31.985+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nanay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ermat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother&apos;s day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><title type='text'>ang dakilang INA at ang walang utang na loob na ANAK</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"o nak, gising ka na pla. teka ha. male-late na kami handa ko lang baon namin ng tatay mo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'kelan ba dadating ung katulong? badtrip nman eh. wala na akong ibang ginawa tuwing hapon pagdating galing school kundi maglaba ng maglaba ng uniform ko. napapagod na ako! hindi ako mkapg review. midterms ko na! ano isasagot ko nyan?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"may washing machine nman."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"kahit na! pagod na pagod na ako! sa umaga paplantsyahin ko pa uniform ko. kaya ako lagi late. badtrip! kelan ba babalik ung katulong? bat nmn kasi pinayagan nyo pa mag pahinga. wala tuloy maasahan dito sa bahay!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'*walang imik*'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"nakakapagod na! bwiset!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'kumain ka na muna. niluto ko ung paborito mo. wag ka magalala. naglaba na ako kaninang madaling araw. para hindi ka na maglaba mmya pag uwi mo. plantasyahin ko nlng mmyang gabi pag uwi ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"nakasimangot pa din."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'kung hindi mu na tlga makita ung digicam mo, eto pambili ng bago. wala na tayong magagawa dun. *sabay abot ng pera*'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;kaya mu bang gawin yan sa ermat mo? kaya mo ba siyang sigaw sigawan na parang ikaw ang nagpapalamon sa kanya? na parang ikaw ang naghirap sa pagdadala sa kanya sa loob ng 9 na buwan, na parang ikaw ang magkanda tae tae sa pagiri, mailabas lang siya kahit hindi mo na makaya ang sakit? malamang sa malamang ay hindi. lalo na kung alam mo lahat ng pinagsasasabi ko at naaapreciate mo ang lhat ng ginagawa ng ermat mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaya bilib din nmn ako sa taong to, na walang preno ang bibig sa pagtalak sa ermat niya. ni hindi na niya naisip ang mga ginagawa ng ermat niya para sa kanya. ang lahat ng pagod di iniinda, maibigay lang lahat ng gusto niya. mapag aral lang siya sa isang magandang paaralan. WALANG UTANG NA LOOB! naaawa ako sa ermats niya, kasi nagkaroon siya ng ganung klaseng anak. kung sa iba ung baka ginulpi na siya, o kaya sinumbong sa erpat niya. pero dahil napaka bait ng ermat niya, nanatili na lang siyang tahimik. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;bagong gising lang ako nun. kaya ko nagawa un. pero indi tlga ako ganun.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sige, given na bagong gising nga siya. pero kung nandoon din ung erpat niya, gagawin niya din kaya yun? malamang hindi. dahil baka napatay na siya nito sa bugbog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'lagi nalang kasi ako naglalaba. napapagod na ako. hindi nmn kasi ako sanay gumawa sa bahay.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi ko alam kung maiinis ako o matatawa. siguro parehas na lang. napaka babaw ng dahilan. laba lang? nagrereklamo na? eh ung ermat niya, naglalaba sa madaling araw, nagluluto ng ulam para sa maghapon. papasok sa trabaho. isusubsob ang muka sa mga paperworks sa opisina. tapos magpapabalik balik sa production, at office. init, lamig, init, lamig. pag uwi magluluto pa ng hapunan. at kapag wala tlgang maghuhugas ng mga kinainan, siya na ang gagawa. dahil ang mga anak, purong tamad. at mukang gusto pa niyang palabasin na kasalanan ng ermat niya na hindi siya marunong gumawa sa bahay.tsk tsk tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'alam ko namang mali ung ginawa ko. ang totoo, pag alis ni ermat, naisip ko ung ginawa ko. at naiyak na lang sa banyo, dahil naisip ko kung gaano ako kasamang anak. kanina, inagahan ko ang pag gising para maabutan ko si ermat. maaga kasi sila umaattend ng church. sakto. paalis na sila.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'nay, san po kayo punta?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"church. hindi ka ba sasama?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'*iling*'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'kumain ka na lang dyan ah. nagluto na ako. bka matagalan kami dun kasi me practice pa ata tambourine dancers ng youth ministry. kahit linggo gusto ng kapatid mo magpractice eh.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;"*akbay* happy mother's day po. sorry po sa nasabi ko nung isang araw ah. *tsup.*"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;'aus na un. wag ka nlng maingay sa tatay mo. nako, ang anak ko. kelan mo ba ako huling hinalikan? grade 4 ka pa ata nun. haha. :))'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ang dakilang ina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333998862138214418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SgYrtFIWCBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Gs7I6U8vDXA/s400/Lupeet!_391.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;nasan ung walang utang na loob na anak? hindi na kelangan ilagay ang pic niya. tumingin nlng kayo sa paligid ng blog na ito. makikita niyo siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;...HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL OUR MOMS! :] &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8296806795843607482?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8296806795843607482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8296806795843607482&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8296806795843607482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8296806795843607482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/ang-dakilang-ina-at-ang-walang-utang-na.html' title='ang dakilang INA at ang walang utang na loob na ANAK'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SgYrtFIWCBI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Gs7I6U8vDXA/s72-c/Lupeet!_391.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1201638828658348597</id><published>2009-05-01T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T18:22:45.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='him'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term=':('/><title type='text'>I miss HIM like hell!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; (as in prescrpit; is there such thing?lols.): &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:85%;" &gt;I strongly suggest you all to read the whole entry first before making any conjectures .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;do you know how it feels like to be with someone all your life, that you become somewhat dependent to him? although the relationship was just short-lived, it seemed like you become too physically and emotionally attached to him. Despite the hindrances, you still remained standing. why? because you love him. and that's all it took me to make this entry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I MISS HIM SO MUCH.&lt;/span&gt; It torments my entirety every time I think about him with someone else holding him, someone else spending the night with and that kinda thing. It's been quite a while, but i still couldn't get over him. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;I am still a prison of my past&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; I gave up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;not because I was weak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. on the contrary, I think I was more than stronger to accept that he's no longer mine. That someone better than me has taken my place and is now making him even happier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I told my friend that I was to make this post, she immediately disagreed. she even thought that i was insane! She thought that people wouldn't understand my situation. That people might just dump it. Might even laugh at me. But I told her that I just don't care. AT ALL. MIGHT AS WELL SCREECH IT TO THE WORLD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually made this post to feature a poem that i come up with when one time, Insomnia knocked on my room door, with non-stop reminiscing. I AM DEDICATING THIS POEM TO HIM. wherever he may be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I miss you like HELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;I remember the first day we met&lt;br /&gt;The first time I saw your smile I was in red&lt;br /&gt;Everything was so perfect and special&lt;br /&gt;Everything felt it even my bile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in seventh heaven when finally,&lt;br /&gt;Someone like you came to my life so timely&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to miss that chance&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t want to rise if it was just a trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to hug you,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to caress you.&lt;br /&gt;It was our first date,&lt;br /&gt;But it felt like I was just your mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I finally saw&lt;br /&gt;That it was just fraud and raw&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be any happier&lt;br /&gt;when I held you without any barrier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first night we slept together,&lt;br /&gt;was certainly unlike any other.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want to end any moment that night,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to do it with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was in their proper place&lt;br /&gt;For the first time my life was not in haste.&lt;br /&gt;Had it not been because of your love,&lt;br /&gt;I would've been a scrawny lost dove.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until one day something terrible confronted me&lt;br /&gt;In just a flick of a snap all is gone, great jeopardy&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t do anything about my frenzy&lt;br /&gt;but to let go and weep like a baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that you’re gone&lt;br /&gt;I wish I still have a chance, even just one.&lt;br /&gt;But I reckon that’s way impossible&lt;br /&gt;For you and him/her are now inseparable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three yrs we were in each other’s care&lt;br /&gt;I just hope you’re in the same stair&lt;br /&gt;Whoever that person who took my place&lt;br /&gt;shall love you and fill my space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times that we were together,&lt;br /&gt;The memories I just couldn't get over.&lt;br /&gt;It’s still hard for me to think&lt;br /&gt;that you’re gone in just a blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss your buttons; I miss your screen,&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you that makes me green.&lt;br /&gt;You were my phone for three yrs, oh so well,&lt;br /&gt;And now Imma missing you damn like hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"&gt;my phone for three yrs, got snatched.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticon%20crying" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="crying emoticon Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i603.photobucket.com/albums/tt115/lalastarrr/emoticon/cry2yw3.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; it's more than memorable and sentimental to me. so much of my "firsts" in life, he was there, he witnessed them all. he was my buddy, he was my great memoir from my lingering past. and now he's gone. he's all gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..isa nlng phone ko. wala na akomg smart. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1201638828658348597?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1201638828658348597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1201638828658348597&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1201638828658348597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1201638828658348597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-miss-him-like-hell.html' title='I miss HIM like hell!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i603.photobucket.com/albums/tt115/lalastarrr/emoticon/th_cry2yw3.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8716701023559668902</id><published>2009-04-28T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:49:48.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Usapang Babae</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;the day before yesterday, i posted an entry &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(my come back  entry, shall i say)&lt;/span&gt; about "usapang lalaki". prior to my posting, i knew  that many would react, especially the girls &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(perhaps,  negatively.lols.) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and i was ready for any backfire. and when  i say i was ready, i mean, i was ready to say that i just copied and pasted  it.lols.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now the catch is, one of my friends happened to read the entry. we were on the same bus yesterday en route to our school.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;hoy jeszieBoy! nabasa ko ung bago mong blog  ah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ha? wala nmn akong bagong blog ah. un pa rin ung  blog ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;meron! mas marunong ka pa eh. kakabasa ko lang  kagabi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ano bang sinasabi mo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;gago! ung "usapang lalaki."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ahh. "BAGONG ENTRY", "BAGONG POST"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;oo, un na un. grabe ka naman. talagang  pinagtatanggol mo lahi mo ah.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: *nakatingin sa labas ng bintana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: may sinabi ka dun eh, ung pinapaasa ng mga babae  ung mga lalaki. hoy, hindi nmn lahat ganun. sobra ka nmn, tska totoo nmn na  kayo dapat ang naghahawak ng isang relasyon. kya nga nmin kayo sinasagot eh.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: *abot ng bayad sa kundoktor. isa nga pong  regalado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: hoy! jessie! ano?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;: karen, KINOPY PASTE KO LANG YUN!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: kahit na no! nilagay mu yun dun, dpat maging  responsible ka dun.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;medyo tinamaan ako dun sa sinabi nya. napaisip tuloy ako bigla. me point naman siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;: *tumingin sa kanya. magbasa ka bukas. may iba-blog  ako. este, may ipopost pla.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the sake of equality, as i am trying my utmost best to  shun animosity, here is the counterpart of my last post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;K&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;apag ngumiti ka na ng konti,&lt;br /&gt;nag-ayos ng konti pagkakamalan ka nang malandi.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pangseryosohang relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marinig lang nila na malakas kang mag-salita,&lt;br /&gt;palengkera ka na.&lt;br /&gt;T.O. kagad sa kanila iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahilig silang tumingin sa mga babaeng sexy manamit,&lt;br /&gt;kulang nalang makita na kaluluwa.&lt;br /&gt;Pero kapag babaeng seryosohin at gustong ligawan&lt;br /&gt;dapat disente,&lt;br /&gt;dapat mala-anghel ang mukha,&lt;br /&gt;dapat mukhang inosente.&lt;br /&gt;Tapos kami pa raw ang mahilig mamili?&lt;br /&gt;Parang baliktad yata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ayan nanliligaw na si lalake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat pakipot ka para suyuin ka, para habulin ka pa lalo.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag hindi ka naman nagpakipot.. "easy to get" naman ang tingin sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ka na seseryosohin.&lt;br /&gt;Teka! Sino bang may sabing magpaalila kayo,&lt;br /&gt;di naman namin hawak ang buhay niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural lang na magtiis kayo, may gusto kayo sa amin eh.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nakuha niyo na iyon wala na lahat ng mga paghihirap niyo,&lt;br /&gt;babaliktad na ang sitwasyon kami naman ang mamromroblema.&lt;br /&gt;Para lang kayong may gustong bilhin na bagay.&lt;br /&gt;Upang mabili ito kailangan munang magsakripisyo, magtipid, magtiis.&lt;br /&gt;Pag nabili na at mapagsawaan wala na, balewala na. Diyan ka na sa tabi-tabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tawagan nalang kita pag trip ko o kaya'y pag may gusto akong ipagawa sa iyo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano pa ba? E di sinagot mo na diba. Utang na loob pa natin yun.&lt;br /&gt;Dahil naghirap daw sila sa panliligaw dapat masuklian natin iyon ng higit pa.&lt;br /&gt;Sa umpisa kailangan malambing ka, maayos at laging magsisilbi sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;Ayaw daw nilang humawak ng relasyon, pero kapag ikaw naman ang nagmando,&lt;br /&gt;aba! masasakal naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasabihin pa sa iyo:&lt;br /&gt;"demanding ka."&lt;br /&gt;HAHA :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron ka pang maririnig na:&lt;br /&gt;"I think we need space.",&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........at kung anu-ano pang ek-ek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino rin may sabing di dapat kami magpakabait,&lt;br /&gt;maging devoted at faithful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag kami ang sumaway niyang mga iyan, iba na ang tingin sa amin.&lt;br /&gt;Malandi na kami, haliparot, pakawala, makikay at kung anu-ano pang mga bansag ang itatawag sa amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag kayo gumawa noon, ok lang.&lt;br /&gt;Lalake kayo eh, macho kayo pag ginawa niyo yon.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kami, walang magawa. Magpapakaburo at magpapakamadre nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag nagloko na kayo ano pa bang magagawa namin?&lt;br /&gt;Eh di iiyak nalang. Wala namang ibang magagawa eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tungkol naman sa tinatawag niyong pagdedemand namin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kami nagdedemand! Karapatan lang namin iyon.&lt;br /&gt;Karapatan namin na lambingin niyo kami, icheck at ipakita sa amin na mahal niyo kami.&lt;br /&gt;Ha. Ha. Ha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi rin ibig sabihin na mas sincere kayo sa amin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seryoso rin naman kami ah. At ang maturity wala yan sa edad.&lt;br /&gt;Mas maaga nga kaming magmature sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;Ang isang 19 year old na lalake eh, isip 15 pa yun. It follows iyan sa lahat ng age group.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mataas pa kung minsan ang pagbawas ng level of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;Kayo na ang mag-math!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pati yung pag-iyak namin pinupuntirya niyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kesyo drama daw. Diba kapag umiyak ka nagbuhos ka ng emosyon diyan.&lt;br /&gt;Ano tingin niyo sa amin mga artista?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam niyo iyon? Yun bang kulang nalang ay lumuha ka na ng dugo,&lt;br /&gt;pero hindi ka pa rin papansinin.&lt;br /&gt;Sasabihan ka pang tigilan na ang pagdradrama.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nila kami maiintindihan kapag nagseselos kami.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit naman kami magseselos kung wala kaming nakikita?&lt;br /&gt;Mas iba kaming magmahal. Mas masarap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag natapos na ang lambingan,&lt;br /&gt;eh di siyempre iwanan blues na.&lt;br /&gt;Kami pa raw ang nagsawa, kami pa raw ang nagtritrip lang.&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba ang lumalayas kapag may nakita nang bago,&lt;br /&gt;sino ba ang mayabang,&lt;br /&gt;sino ba ang nagmamalaki?&lt;br /&gt;Kami ba? Kami ang walang choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kasi ang babae pag sinabing "break na tayo.."&lt;br /&gt;Lambingin lang iyan ng konti balikan blues na iyan.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ang lalake ang umayaw, pucha, bahala ka diyan.&lt;br /&gt;Kahit mag-tambling ka pa sa harap niya. Wa-epek.&lt;br /&gt;Umiyak ka ng bato.Wa-epek.&lt;br /&gt;Tsk, tsk, tsk. Tapos sila pa raw ang kawawa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post-break up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahal pa ng babae si lalaki.&lt;br /&gt;Sasamantalahin ni lalaki. Magpapagawa ng kung anu-ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaalala ka lang kapag may kailangan sa iyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kapag pumangit ka after the break up, magpapasalamat sila na iniwan ka nila.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag gumanda ka naman, ipagkakalat nila sa buong sangkatauhan na naging girlfriend ka niya.&lt;br /&gt;Sala sa init sala sa lamig talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba namang buhay to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap ding maging babae ano. Kala nila laging sila nalang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi rin kaming naiiwan sa ere.&lt;br /&gt;P***NGI*A SAKLAP DIBA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..kelangan talaga may mura sa huli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8716701023559668902?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8716701023559668902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8716701023559668902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8716701023559668902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8716701023559668902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/usapang-babae.html' title='Usapang Babae'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8299373400976278050</id><published>2009-04-26T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T13:20:35.772+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='usapang lalaki'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsismoso'/><title type='text'>Usapang Lalaki</title><content type='html'>after 48 yrs, i finally decided to update my blog again. it's quite a long time since i last posted an entry here. medyo nawala ako sa sirkulasyon ng blogsperyo. madami kasing nangyari. talgang madami. hindi ko maisaisa dito. o mas magandang sabihing hindi ko kayang sabihin dito. dahil bka mabasa nya. nino? kung sino ang unang naiisip mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa isang forum, may nabasa akong thread. Na-engganyo akong basahin dahil sa sulsol ng isang kaibigan. pagkatapos kong basahin, na realize ko na tama. tama ang lahat ng nabasa ko. narealize ko ang mga bagay na hindi ko nmn naiisip nung mga panahong ako ang nasa ganoong sitwasyon.. siguro dahil persistent ako na maayus ang mga bagay na alam kong hindi nmn na maayos. ngayon eto, basahin mo. ng makapag isip isip ka. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*grabe. usapang lalake*&lt;br /&gt;*sindi ng yosi*&lt;br /&gt;*hithit*&lt;br /&gt;*buga*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musta na, pare?&lt;br /&gt;Ako, okay lang.&lt;br /&gt;Eto. Nagmumuni-muni. Nag-iisip.&lt;br /&gt;Minsan talaga may mga bagay na hindi ko maintindihan.&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba ganun pare,ilang beses ko na pinag-aralan pero lagi na lang lumalabas na parang kahit ‘sang anggulo mo tingnan,&lt;br /&gt;hindi nagiging patas para sa mga lalake ang ilang bagay pagdating sa pagmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tingin sa stars*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan naiisip ko, alam kaya ng mga babae ang hirap ng lalake&lt;br /&gt;na gumawa ng first move para magtapat ng pagmamahal?&lt;br /&gt;E yung hirap na dinadaanan sa panliligaw at pagsuyo sa mahal nya?&lt;br /&gt;Ang feeling ng masaktan pag nabasted?&lt;br /&gt;Malamang-lamang siguro, hindi ano.&lt;br /&gt;Wala naman yata silang alam sa mga paghihirap naten e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang alam lang ata nila e&lt;br /&gt;mamili, manakit, at magsaya.&lt;br /&gt;Tingin mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tingin sa malayo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagi naman ganun. Una pa lang, lalake na ang naghihirap.&lt;br /&gt;Hassle saten ang panliligaw pero bago pa yun,&lt;br /&gt;kung ano pang diskarte ang gagawin naten&lt;br /&gt;para masabi naten sa kanila na mahal natin sila.&lt;br /&gt;Alam kaya nila yun? Mahirap magsabi na mahal mo na yung babae, diba?&lt;br /&gt;Tapos liligawan pa naten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patutunayan na mahal nga sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susuyuin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to-the-max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maghahatid sa bahay, tutulungan,&lt;br /&gt;sasabayan, palalamunin, pagtyatyagaan,&lt;br /&gt;lahat na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kulang na lang e pagsilbihan mo nang&lt;br /&gt;walang sahod. (Hahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ano ang kapalit? Well, depende sa trip nila. Oo tol, sa trip lang nila.&lt;br /&gt;Wala silang pake kesehodang mahal natin talaga sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta ang alam nila, pag di nila tayo trip,&lt;br /&gt;isang malaking HINDE ang makukuha&lt;br /&gt;naten,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit umiyak pa tayo ng dugo o lumuhod sa mga asing buu-buo.&lt;br /&gt;Para lang silang namimili ng damit na di man lang sinusukat bago ayawan.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kahit mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal natin, sorry tayo.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi nila alam kung mahal mo sila.&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan mong maabot ang kanilang mga standards o uuwi ka lang na bad trip, iiling-iling, at minsan, luhaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala tayong magagawa, marami silang alibi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hindi pa ‘ko ready eh..”,&lt;br /&gt;“Sorry pero I think we should just be friends..”,&lt;br /&gt;“Ha? Uhhmm.. nagpapatawa ka ba? Hahahaha..”&lt;br /&gt;“Better luck next time na lang muna, okay lang?”,&lt;br /&gt;“Give me a decade. Pag-iisipan ko muna..”,&lt;br /&gt;"Para lang kitang kapatid eh.. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaddah yaddah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang malaking pagsasaklob ng langit at lupa ‘yon para saten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kuha ng bote ng beer*&lt;br /&gt;*lagok*&lt;br /&gt;*lunok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hindi lang ‘yon tol. Sa pre-relationship stage pa lang yon.&lt;br /&gt;Pag sinagot na nila tayo, satin pa rin ang hassle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo daw ang mga lalake kaya..&lt;br /&gt;tayo ang hahawak ng relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;Tayo ang aayos kung may gulo;&lt;br /&gt;tayo ang dapat magpapakabait;&lt;br /&gt;tayo ang magtatyaga;&lt;br /&gt;tayo ang magiging devoted at faithful;&lt;br /&gt;tayo, tayo tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila? Ummm… Teka, isipin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sila ang magsasabi kung anong oras kayo dapat magmeet;&lt;br /&gt;sila ang magtetext ng mga mushy at kabalbalang texts;&lt;br /&gt;sila ang magdedemand sayo ng kung anu-ano;&lt;br /&gt;sila ang magbabawal;&lt;br /&gt;sila ang magsasabi kung kelan ka dapat mag-shave,&lt;br /&gt;kung kelan ka pwedeng tumawag sa bahay nila,&lt;br /&gt;kung kelan sila di dapat bad tripin dahil meron sila,&lt;br /&gt;at kung kelan ka korni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan. Ganun ata talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*kuha ng bote ng beer*&lt;br /&gt;*lagok*&lt;br /&gt;*lunok*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa yun tapos pare, dahil dapat tayo ang bahala kung ano ang magiging takbo ng relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pag maganda, edi okay.&lt;br /&gt;Pag may problema, kasalanan naten.&lt;br /&gt;Haay buhay. Minsan talaga kung tutuusin sakit sila ng ulo.&lt;br /&gt;Kaya lang mahal naten kaya di na natin iniintindi yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero alam mo tol, feeling ko mas sincere pa tayo magmahal sa kanila.&lt;br /&gt;Alam mo yun, iba tayo magmahal e.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang parang laru-laro lang. Seryoso.&lt;br /&gt;At kung magmahal man tayo, lubus-lubusan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mature?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi yung parang pambata lang gaya nila na kesyo magseselos-selos, iiyak-iyak, iina-inarte, dadradrama, at kung anu-ano pa.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang kababawan. Ka-mushyhan. Kababaihan. Iba tayo pag nagmahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hinga ng malalim*&lt;br /&gt;*tingin sa malayo ulit*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ito pa ang pinakamasaklap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*singhot*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ending ng relasyon.&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga panahong ‘to, either&lt;br /&gt;sawa na sila, hindi na tayo trip,&lt;br /&gt;may nahanap na silang better saten,&lt;br /&gt;o kaya they need f*cking space and time muna.&lt;br /&gt;Bad trip no? Wala na naman tayong choice. Sila ang masusunod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ano pa ang kasamang hassle don?&lt;br /&gt;Syempre wasak na ang imahe naten.&lt;br /&gt;Tayo ang lalabas na may kasalanan.&lt;br /&gt;Na playboy. Na nagpapaiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*iiling*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo siyempre ang mga antagonist&lt;br /&gt;at sila yung mga bidang inaapi at parang mga pusang iiyak-iyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ending:&lt;br /&gt;mag-ooffer sila ng “friendship” kuno matapos tayong pagsawaan,&lt;br /&gt;lahat ng gifts naten nasa kanila,&lt;br /&gt;sawi tayo sa pag-ibig, “player” na ang image naten,&lt;br /&gt;at higit sa lahat,&lt;br /&gt;mag-iisip kung papaano ipagpapatuloy ang buhay.&lt;br /&gt;Maiiwan tayong tulala, mag-iisip kung saan nagkamali, mamomroblema sa pag-aadjust sa pagiging single, at di na naman makakatulog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay buhay. Ang hirap maging lalake.&lt;br /&gt;Lagi ka na lang naiiwan sa ere.&lt;br /&gt;Ano? Hindi ka na nagsalita? In-love ka no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako, kamusta? Eto.&lt;br /&gt;Yoyosi-yosi. Bubuntong-buntong hininga. Titingin-tingin sa bituin. Mumuni-muni. Lalagok ng alak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga babae talaga, oo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..I'M BACK BLOGGING! :]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8299373400976278050?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8299373400976278050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8299373400976278050&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8299373400976278050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8299373400976278050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/04/usapang-lalaki.html' title='Usapang Lalaki'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-2208967807901184889</id><published>2009-03-15T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:16:06.816+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='difference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='earth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vote'/><title type='text'>Flick that switch off! MAKE A DIFFERENCE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SbyUk0jwy4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/98KulkBw_oQ/s1600-h/earth+hour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 196px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SbyUk0jwy4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/98KulkBw_oQ/s200/earth+hour.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313285020695186306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;one of my blog mates who happened to be &lt;a href="http://oh-wheezers.blogspot.com/"&gt;boris&lt;/a&gt; invited me to join this so-called EARTH HOUR 2009. it sounded to me like a pageant with environment saving and all that. i was leery upon doing so since I'm not an environmentalist sort of thing and I'm one of those stereotypes of people who just don't really &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SbyTsDBlvPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_gR6V2kPGcA/s1600-h/dfh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SbyTsDBlvPI/AAAAAAAAAYE/_gR6V2kPGcA/s200/dfh.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313284045325843698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;care about these stuff. but i told my self, why not give it a try? might gain something from it. so i checked it out. and upon watching these videos, i felt goosebumps. (literally) hairs on my nape pricked up. i really don't know why, but its like there's something inside me that wanted come out. a voice wanted to be &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SbyUWIQy8UI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OfTIVGe4y2I/s1600-h/gjs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SbyUWIQy8UI/AAAAAAAAAYU/OfTIVGe4y2I/s200/gjs.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313284768286306626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heard.  i just felt like ecstatic about this. excitement enveloped me. a surge of enthusiasm suddenly engulfed the entirety of me. i immediately signed up. and now i did this entry to inform everyone! we can all make a difference. this is just one of the simple ways in doing such. pls watch the videos and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; take part in our fight against climate change!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to make a difference. it's time to make a change! help save our earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1a9deb7d3671831f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a9deb7d3671831f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76E329B226B71B8582A960F6D1A2FF202F010091.72B59C7B83ABFEC0BEE678DF64542E48AD020DE4%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a9deb7d3671831f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNkOLm4E2M8KAgtkoyqNzxgFMzbE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1a9deb7d3671831f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D76E329B226B71B8582A960F6D1A2FF202F010091.72B59C7B83ABFEC0BEE678DF64542E48AD020DE4%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1a9deb7d3671831f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNkOLm4E2M8KAgtkoyqNzxgFMzbE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VOTE FOR EARTH!&lt;/span&gt; and let her win this global election!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ae634cd3417be94a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae634cd3417be94a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6046DEEF4EB778DFA69DA051D5DA028380FDEF0.26C679A968C3579F7ED434C5F46379F237241054%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae634cd3417be94a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2iAglbvRHCMHQ7QOkCgcuoxe4pU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dae634cd3417be94a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6046DEEF4EB778DFA69DA051D5DA028380FDEF0.26C679A968C3579F7ED434C5F46379F237241054%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dae634cd3417be94a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2iAglbvRHCMHQ7QOkCgcuoxe4pU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's all make a difference! JOIN THE EARTH HOUR 2009!&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR EARTH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on March 28, at exactly 8:30 pm, turn off all the lights for an hour and be part of saving mother earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.giversign.com/gs/s/ec/da6c2cac752c3608"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.giversign.com/gs/s/egi/da6c2cac752c3608" alt="Sign up for Earth Hour! - I VOTE EARTH: Jessie Alvarez" title="Earth Hour 2009 is a global call to action! -A call to stand up, to take responsibility and to get involved in working towards a sustainable future. Join the campaign at www.earthhour.org now!" style="border: medium none ;" width="380" height="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earth Hour 2009 by WWF - &lt;a href="http://www.giversign.com/gs/s/ec/da6c2cac752c3608"&gt;Sign up for Earth Hour!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..GLOBAL WARMING&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; →&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;font-size:130%;" &gt;HELL NO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-2208967807901184889?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1a9deb7d3671831f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ae634cd3417be94a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2208967807901184889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=2208967807901184889&amp;isPopup=true' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/2208967807901184889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/2208967807901184889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/flick-that-switch-off-make-difference.html' title='Flick that switch off! MAKE A DIFFERENCE!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SbyUk0jwy4I/AAAAAAAAAYc/98KulkBw_oQ/s72-c/earth+hour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-4784196545291353499</id><published>2009-03-10T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T11:51:48.348+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving on help aphorism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings'/><title type='text'>just a piece of aphorism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(this is another entry from my former blog. i posted this like 4 or 5 months ago when I, was still in the stage of moving on. posting it here basically means nothing but to help other people who are in the same stage right now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let us first define what an aphorism is;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/icons/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq106/Selina_catz/emoticons/Emoticon-Think.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;aphorism - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a concise statement intended to make a point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hey! sup guys? i’m here again.. just wanna share something! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;hmmm.. today, upon waking myself up from a woderful nap, i just realized that i want to share this simple yet very consoling piece of aphorism. when i read this, it immediately got my nerves, it sank in, and made me feel that everything’s gonna be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I’m talking about those broken-hearted folks. this aphorism will be really helpful to those people who still couldn’t get over their past relationships. those people who find it hard to let go of everything that has something to do with their ex’s, for those who sob their hearts out every night, while listening to some mellow music. For those who always reminisce, who always hope, and wish that someday their gonna be together again, although they know the very fact that they’ve been long forgotten by these people. I’m talking about people LIKE ME folks! :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;there was this guy who added me in friendster. but the idea of this post doesn’t revolve around that guy. he was accessory to the crime though. when i viewed his page.. and was scanning the whole profile, i saw group of words written somewhere in the middle of his page, making a two sentence statement. i read it. and it goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Someday, someone’s gonna walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with someone else.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was palpitating, i read it again. this time, with all my perceptions;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Someday, someone’s gonna walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with someone else.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and boom! i couldn’t take my eyes off of that sentence, it was like repeatedly echoing at the back of my mind. i went to my room, grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, jot it down with my chicken-scratch penmanship, and pinned it on the wall. i read it again, and again, and again, and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it made me think, that it’s true. so true. someday, someone will come into our life, and make everything almost perfect. someone who will make us feel that we are so special. the feeling that we so wished didn’t fade during our past relationship. and by then we’ll get to realize, that this is why, it never worked with him/her. that’s why, during those times, no matter how i beg, he/she just wouldn’t give me a chance. that’s why we never made up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;you see, we just have to bear in mind that we have to be affirmative. not just in this aspect of life, but in all aspect. like family, friends, school, work, everything where you get to encounter a lot of different problems. it’s ok to cry, don’t feel embarrassed doing so, whether you’re a girl or a guy, especially for us, guys. crying uplifts our burdens. crying makes us feel that we are somehow fortified after each cries, knowing that we bear all this obstacles of life. cry. just cry. but not for a while. after each cries be sure that you have strengthened yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i hope i was able to help some of you guys, who are still batlling yourselves against these pains, and hurts and all that. i hope the aphorism that i have given you, has somehow comforted you, the way it has comforted my still bewildered feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;before i set this post off, i want you guys to read this once again. with all your heart. understand each word, and make them penetrate you. and i want you guys to read them aloud. just don’t mind the people around you if there’s any. ready? here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Someday, someone’s gonna walk into my life and make me realize why it never worked out with you, &lt;strong&gt;-say the name of your ex-&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we can do this! just remember! ALWAYS BE AFFIRMATIVE. AT ALL TIMES, ok? tnx for reading guys! have a nice day! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..you can do it! CO'Z YOU ROCK!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/images/emoticons%20you%20rock" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="You Rock ! Pictures, Images and Photos" src="http://i16.photobucket.com/albums/b7/JohnnyCharger1968/Emoticons/You_Rock_Emoticon.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-4784196545291353499?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4784196545291353499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=4784196545291353499&amp;isPopup=true' title='72 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4784196545291353499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4784196545291353499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-piece-of-aphorism.html' title='just a piece of aphorism'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i438.photobucket.com/albums/qq106/Selina_catz/emoticons/th_Emoticon-Think.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>72</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-2775184843382709873</id><published>2009-03-03T09:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T12:56:50.314+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='student'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='working'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teacher'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='english'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='call center'/><title type='text'>Frustrated Working Student</title><content type='html'>I'm a freakin' &lt;strong&gt;frustrated working student&lt;/strong&gt;. ever since i entered college i wanted to work na to earn money para mabili ang mga gusto ko na ayaw ibigay ng parents ko kahit na kaya nmn nila. they would always say that i'm too young for these stuffs. and one more thing, i really wanted to experience how it's like being a working student. kaya nmn i was so eager to get a work, simultaneous with my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308818816243159090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Say2lgcVUDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GkE1Y_q6Vcw/s320/jhfjhf.bmp" border="0" /&gt; when i was in first yr, i was browsing over the internet, and looking for part-time jobs that would suit me. and then i came across this ads about call center stuff. and i was like reluctant to apply on-line but i thought it was exciting, so i just did. i was not expecting anything from that because i knew they're not gonna sort of pick me up, coz my resumé was almost unfilled. so i got really surprised when one time, at school, someone called me and she was telling me that she's from that call center company, and that they had received my resumé. she asked me if i was still interested. and i just said&lt;strong&gt; "HELL YEA!"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so she was asking random things about my self. i didn't know that i was doing a phone interview na pla! malay ko ba? twas my first time! what do you expect? the phone interview lasted for like 10-20 minutes. and then she told me that she's scheduling me for a personal interview. i said &lt;strong&gt;"ok, no problem."&lt;/strong&gt; it was settled. through out the conversation my&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Say3PT7FNOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qJXS4mvh3iU/s1600-h/gfhj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308819534436971746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 318px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Say3PT7FNOI/AAAAAAAAAXg/qJXS4mvh3iU/s320/gfhj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; age was never asked so i thought it was just ok. besides i put on my resumé that i was just 17 yrs old. but i wanted to be so sure so i told her that i'm just 17 and if it would matter. it was evident from the sound of her voice that she was surprised. she retreated our appointment coz they're not accepting under age daw. dammit! i just screwed my self. but right after my 18th b day daw i could come back and they'd be accepting me by then, i never came back. and that was the end of my &lt;strong&gt;call center career!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;last Christmas break, i was so freakin' bored in the house so i texted my best buddy. i was planning to apply in a Korean School as an English teacher where he works. matagal na rin nya kasi akong niyayaya dun. i just didn't think i had enough patience to teach these people. dahil ang hirap daw nilang turuan! but that day, i don't know but I was just so resolute that i wanna apply. and if ever na matanggap, wala ng problema. 18 na kasi ako. and fortunately, after a 3 hour exam (seriously!) and an interview, natanggap nmn ako. they told me to go back the next day co'z they're gonna be giving me students na. magtuturo na ako!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i didn't tell my parents about this whole applying thing co'z i know, for sure they're gonna be killing me, especially my dad. so nilihim ko. but&lt;strong&gt; GOD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;really works in mysterious ways&lt;/strong&gt;. someone told him about that and it just pissed &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Say36cTYdlI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NUpf-RNNvB8/s1600-h/fklj.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308820275420755538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Say36cTYdlI/AAAAAAAAAXo/NUpf-RNNvB8/s320/fklj.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me off! i was asking him kung sino nagsabi sa knya pero ayaw nyang sabihin. the next thing i knew, he was yelling at me na. am i proposing daw ba right into his face na he's not a good provider? you know, the whole thing that parents usually put in their head. ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;just to stop the clash between me and him i told him that i'm quitting it. haaay. though i was really dying to get started the next day, i just gave it up. i never came back. they kept on calling me on the phone but i didn't answer it. and that was the end of my &lt;strong&gt;teaching career!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;until i came to a point where i reflected. maybe GOD doesn't really want me to work while studying. maybe He wanted me to accomplish my studies first before giving me all the stress that i'm looking for! haha. if that's what HE wants, then fine! no more jobs. for the mean time, focus on my studies. i guess i have to filch some pennies from my mom's purse.haha. kidding! :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..who can give me a part time job? :]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-2775184843382709873?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2775184843382709873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=2775184843382709873&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/2775184843382709873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/2775184843382709873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/03/frustrated-working-student.html' title='Frustrated Working Student'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/Say2lgcVUDI/AAAAAAAAAXY/GkE1Y_q6Vcw/s72-c/jhfjhf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8615799932434798246</id><published>2009-02-23T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T17:01:00.011+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green'/><title type='text'>HINDI LAHAT!</title><content type='html'>when i entered college, i discovered so many things about my self. marami pa pala akong hindi nalalaman sa sarili ko. marami akong natuklasan na hindi ko alam nung high school o nung elementary. isa na rito ay ang pagiging adik. adik sa mga damit. nagsimula akong mahilig sa damit nung 2nd yr 1st sem. hindi ko malilimutan yon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;madalas akong dumaan ng SM pagkatapos ng klase. tapos tingin ng damit. pag may nagustuhan, siguradong babalikan ko kinabukasan. hanggang sa dumating yung panahon na hindi na maipagpabukas. kailangan bilhin na kagad sa araw ding yon. pag wala akong dalang pera, manghihram sa kaklase, mabili lang. lalo na kung sila mismo ang nagsabing bagay sa akin. kahit sa tingin ko ay hindi. basta sila ang nagsabi, kelangan kong mabili iyon. damit, pantalon, shorts, jacket, cap, hikaw, singsing, kwitas, bracelet, kahit anu na pamporma, dyan ako nahilig.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;karamihan sa mga binibili ko branded. pero hindi nmn ibig sabihin, hindi ako bumibili ng pekpek. bumibili din ako. tuwing pasko. sa mga tyiangge. madami kasing magagandang design. mahilig ako sa mga damit na may design na agaw pansin sa mga tao. kabastusan, katatawanan, kahit anu pa. basta siguradong mapapasunod ng tingin ang mga tao habang naglalakad ako. yan ang mga madalas kong bilhin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nung nakaraang pasko, may nabili akong t shirt sa isang tiyangge malapit sa school. natuwa ako masyado sa design. kaya binili ko. habang binabasa mo ang nakasulat, siguradong gagana ang utak mo. you will be intellectually stimulated kung baga. bahala ka na kung anung maiisip mo habang binabasa mo ito. walng limitasyon dito. kung hanggan saan ang kayang marating ng malikot mong pagiisip , sige lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305910214847838290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SaJhOn4fOFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xsgfgUur6z8/s320/ABCD0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HINDI LAHAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng kinakalabit, gitara.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng fini-finger, piano.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng binobomba, poso.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng binabayo, bigas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng inaararo, bukid.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng kinakabayo, aso.(?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng pinapasukan, eskwelahan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng nilalabasan, exit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng sinusubo, kanin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng pinapapak, ulam.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng hiyas, perlas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng matigas, bato.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng batuta, pamalo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng hiwa, sugat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng dumudugo, sugat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng hopia, flat.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng butas, sa ilong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng buhok, sa ilong.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng nag-aattention, sundalo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng may ugat, puno.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng pinipisil, pisngi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng pisngi, sa mukha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng bibig, may ngipin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero lahat ng may bigote, bibig.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng tumatayo, may paa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero lahat ng may ulo, tumatayo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng bola, tumatalbog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero lahat ng itlog, binabate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hindi lahat ng binibiyak ay niyog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero lahat ng mani, binibiyak.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..hanngang ngayon, tumatawa pa rn ako tuwing binabasa ito. :]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8615799932434798246?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8615799932434798246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8615799932434798246&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8615799932434798246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8615799932434798246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/hindi-lahat.html' title='HINDI LAHAT!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SaJhOn4fOFI/AAAAAAAAAW4/xsgfgUur6z8/s72-c/ABCD0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-3542182981177801696</id><published>2009-02-19T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T20:41:49.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dream'/><title type='text'>the DREAM.</title><content type='html'>ok. i'm so desperate to really decipher my dream last night. It was about my ex, actually, she's my first girlfriend. STEPHANIE. our break up was kinda one of those that didn't really turn out so well. i sort of made some&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SZ1O8GxF4EI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZTU5-bvm7sE/s1600-h/1_666956572m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304482730627948610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SZ1O8GxF4EI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZTU5-bvm7sE/s400/1_666956572m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;thing that somehow hurt her. or yea, really hurt her. but after a few months, we became friends. everytime we see each other at school, we talk, and sometimes we eat together. really good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and last night, i dreamt about her. there, she was like a goddess. she was so beautiful and there were a lot of men attracted to her. she was talking to me, but i couldn't even hear a single word of what she was uttering. and then i just gave up. i went away. suddenlyI heard her shouted my name. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was gone. I was already 15 minutes late in my first subject. what does it mean? does it really mean something? or just nothing? ugh. why is this buggling my mind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..well honestly, i kinda miss her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3542182981177801696?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3542182981177801696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3542182981177801696&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3542182981177801696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3542182981177801696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream.html' title='the DREAM.'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SZ1O8GxF4EI/AAAAAAAAAWY/ZTU5-bvm7sE/s72-c/1_666956572m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-4999210483360123211</id><published>2009-02-17T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:06:38.131+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='valentines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>valentines on the road!</title><content type='html'>When I was roaming around the blogsphere this past few days, I found out that every bloggers got his feb-ibig entry. malungkot man, masaya, o anu pa, basta anything that has something to do with the love month. it's posted. upon reading these entries, i suddenly felt like i was being enforced to make one too. I dunno if I got inspired from them, or i just really didn't want to be left behind this season. it's a month long celebration right? I'm still not late. so here's my valentine entry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how was my valentine's day? it was pretty much like a family date. Feb 14, around 4pm, my dad told us that he wanted to go to batangas. i didn't really wanna go with them co'z i was surfing the net that time (ok, porning!) and i didn't want to be disturbed. so i told him that i was just stayin'. but my dad knew what would really make me say yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SZpgI65AGjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4JhJf0q-YHg/s1600-h/lc.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303657217545738802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SZpgI65AGjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4JhJf0q-YHg/s400/lc.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"ok you're drivin' the car"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'you serious?'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yea."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i immediately went to the bathroom, made a really quick and good splash, and i was ready to go! but to my displeasure, he didn't let me drive the car until we reached Sta. Rosa exit in SLEX. he was terrified that we'd get caught co'z i still didn't have my license.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was already 7 in the pm and we were still on the road. my mom and my sister seated at the back were already starving to death. i didn't feel a thing though. i was enjoying my driving. but they insisted. so we dropped by at this restaurant along belair laguna i think. and there, we spent our valentine's night. it was a family date. though I'm so not used to going out with my family, i pretty much enjoyed it. too bad my brother wasn't able to come. it was a great night fraught with so much laughter and love. (ugh! saying this just gives me chills!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after almost an hour in the restaurant, my dad told us that we had to get going. it was a sure thing that there would be a heavy flow of traffic in tagaytay co'z it's valentines. true enough, the flow of traffic was freakin' horrible! a supposed to be just 3 hrs of journey turned into 6 tedious hrs. good thing magic 89.9 is always there to really overpower the dreadful boredom. as for my mom and my sis, slumbering themselves out of the real world. my dad and i took turns driving the car that's why not a single somnolence i felt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:15 pm. i was getting butt cramps. and so as my dad. &lt;strong&gt;"stop the car! i can't take it anymore!"&lt;/strong&gt; my dad was dead-laughing at me! i went out the car and started massaging my butt! after a minute or so, we're back on the track. when we were already in tagaytay, the radio signal grew fainter until no more. i turned off the air conditioner and opened the windowsill. my dad immediately yelled at me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"close the window! the car will get filled of filth!"&lt;/strong&gt; (he's talking about the dusts.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'for God's sake! it won't destroy your car! will you just breathe in the fresh air? that's why you always get asthma because of the pollution that you're fond of in QC.!" -&lt;/strong&gt;i blurted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"you're gonna clean all these mess boy."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'whatever'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:50. we finally reached our place and jeez, i was again starving. i looked for something to get nibbled on. my aunt told me that there's nothing in the fridge. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"go to your ate jube's house. there's a sabitan goin' on. lots of food there."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'and lots of people.'&lt;/strong&gt; i whisphered.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" i heard that. you've still not changed. at all."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'yea, yea..'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sabitan&lt;/strong&gt; by the way, is the night before a wedding. a party is held where the couple get to dance and people would pin money on them. it was a romantic night to kuya Henry, my cousin (i guess) and his fiancé. sweet music are being played to which the couple fervently danced to. after making myself full that evening, i decided to wander around in the stillness of the night, away from the vociferous crowd.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the party continued until morning, the wedding day. it was a christian wedding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;after that, i just wanted to get some sleep. around 5 pm, we were again on the road, back to QC. and my valentine's day ended there. :]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BELATED HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY TO ALL! :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..hoping that on my next valentine, someone really special will spend it with me! :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-4999210483360123211?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4999210483360123211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=4999210483360123211&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4999210483360123211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4999210483360123211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-on-road_16.html' title='valentines on the road!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SZpgI65AGjI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/4JhJf0q-YHg/s72-c/lc.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-2368490301889126114</id><published>2009-02-16T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T20:22:59.145+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='star city'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>strolling around star city.</title><content type='html'>After our 42nd foundation day, held at the Rizal Stadium, we spent the rest of the day at star city. it was one exhausting day after enjoying all the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..so HAPPY! ayeeee' :]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-2368490301889126114?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/2368490301889126114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=2368490301889126114&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/2368490301889126114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/2368490301889126114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/strolling-around-star-city.html' title='strolling around star city.'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SZlL28zb2VI/AAAAAAAAATw/zuakeW9MnV0/s72-c/1_728473773l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-5650193139049345749</id><published>2009-02-15T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:59:33.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I STAR FLYERed!</title><content type='html'>aside from wala akong ibang maisip na pwedeng ipost ngaun, eh sobrang busy ko. i'm actually preparing my presentation, kasi mag de-demo teaching ako this thursday. at ang topic ko is AIDS. but this post is not about that. dahil nga wala lang akong maisip na ibang masabi, kaya kung anu anung pinagsasabi ko. type lang ako ng type ngaun. after my demo teaching, ipopost ko dito yung video!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this post is actually about the latest attraction ngaun sa star city. ung STAR FLYER! have you guys tried it yet? ako OO! haha. wala lang. pumunta kami dun just to try it. kung sawa na kau sa mga paulit ulit na rides na sinasakyan nyo, well i'm telling you guys. you gotta check this out! ang lupet! kapag pinapanuod mo, nakakatakot, but excitment overthrows your fright! ang sarap sobra! unlike other roller coasters, ito matindi, you'll feel like you're hanging. kasi your feet are hangging!haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of us, hindi tlga sumakay. di daw nya talga kaya! so sabi ko, kunan nlng nya kami ng video habang nakasakay. at eto yun. dun yata ako sa pangatlong row nakaupo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d152a9fcb600e000" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd152a9fcb600e000%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F755BAC84FB8CFB886D87F687E91ECE6EBEC37A.4A5888486C6DED000E17F4338C905B4409F2A833%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd152a9fcb600e000%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhTKjgBlysdAntplrsL-jOMYRAsY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd152a9fcb600e000%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464368%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1F755BAC84FB8CFB886D87F687E91ECE6EBEC37A.4A5888486C6DED000E17F4338C905B4409F2A833%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd152a9fcb600e000%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhTKjgBlysdAntplrsL-jOMYRAsY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;WTF?! just now! as in ngaun lang! kakapanuod ko lang sa news. kahapon pla, feb. 14, may namatay dito sa star flyer! nalaglag!waaa. bigla ako nanlamig amp! SPEECHLESS. indi ko na sana ipopost to. pero cge na, i'll just post it anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..gulat na gulat sa balita. kinakabahan parin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-5650193139049345749?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d152a9fcb600e000&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/5650193139049345749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=5650193139049345749&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5650193139049345749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/5650193139049345749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-star-flyered.html' title='I STAR FLYERed!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-7845782606573123664</id><published>2009-02-11T16:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T21:47:50.603+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on-line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='youtube'/><title type='text'>damn hot singing sensations!</title><content type='html'>hmm. ok. it's been quite a while since the last time i posted an entry. ilang araw din un. the reason is that, this week is my midterms. kelangan mag aral. haha. oo. nagaaral ako!lols. actually hindi pa tapos. tomorrow will be the last day. madali nmn na ung last subject. kaya oke lang. I got a lot of things on my mind. kelangan ko ng bawasan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so hey, are you a YOUTUBE-er? yeah? me? yeah. i think so. co'z i spend like 3-4 hrs watching videos there, and i really enjoy it. i watch different videos like dancings, singings, and the like. but what i really love to watch is the singings. a lot of really good singers are really coming out on youtube. for me, it's acually the fastest way to get fame all over the world. and that's exactly what's happening right now to these two Filipino girls. have you heard of them? their show? it's called &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"RIN ON THE ROX"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;these two Filipinas ARE BOMBS! really. hawt!hawt!hawt! aside from they sing really freakin' good, they're both like FHM models. these are two HOT CHICKS i'm talkin' here.. they're freakin' effin' HAWWT! I think i'm lovin' 'em. here's two of their videos that i really love! oh guys out there, you gotta check these out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love their outfit! so &lt;strong&gt;HAWT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YkiNCO4sWjo&amp;amp;hl=" width="500" height="405" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1&amp;amp;border="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hot performance!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BmlKcMx3NBk&amp;amp;hl=" width="500" height="405" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1&amp;amp;border="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the left is Erin, pure Pinoy, and on the right is Roxanne, FilAm. they're both Goddesses, but i just love Rin. she's beautiful and charming. rox on the other hand looks like Paula Abdul right? I've been watching their videos for 2 months now, and i heard over the radio that they were actually invited to come and visit the Ellen Degeneres Show.so amazing. and hey! have i mentioned that they do their videos in the bathroom? haha. yea they do. i also love singing in the bathroom. anyways here's their video on ellen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6LCQEz4mH7A&amp;amp;hl=" width="500" height="315" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1&amp;amp;border="&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Erin is just so cute! I LOVEEE YOU ERIN! these two damn hot chicks really make me proud to be a pinoy. if you want more of their videos, just check 'em out on their youtube channel at &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/hiphoprox"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/hiphoprox&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;..RIN! WILL YOU MARRY ME???!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-7845782606573123664?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7845782606573123664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=7845782606573123664&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/7845782606573123664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/7845782606573123664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/damn-hot-singing-sensations.html' title='damn hot singing sensations!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-7560755609158381068</id><published>2009-02-02T14:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:19:34.278+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='karma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsismoso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><title type='text'>KARMA by Alicia Keys</title><content type='html'>do you guys believe in BAD KARMA? ako kasi I personally believe it. many instances had happened to me which made me really think that there is KARMA. I don't know if they're just coincidence or something, but i don't believe on that, I mean, COINCIDENCE. for me there's no such thing. so, KARMA is freakin' real, and yea, it freakin' freaks me out! :]] anyways, here's another instance happened just a few days ago that reminded me again that KARMA is just around. and they're way faster than you think they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in SM fairview that time to buy some stuffs.after buying, i waited for a bus that would take me home. then minutes after, ma&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SYadgQAL6SI/AAAAAAAAASA/9hf-hhN4txc/s1600-h/Karma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298095189025089826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SYadgQAL6SI/AAAAAAAAASA/9hf-hhN4txc/s320/Karma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y dumaang jayross bus. edi pinara ko. the conductor said na maluwag pa daw sa loob. pagpasok ko nman puno. some were even in standing ovation. no choice namn ako. umandar na ung bus eh. so i was standing. but i'm used to it naman. pagod nga lang ako non kakalakad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after a little while, may bumaba sa tapat ko. I sat down. tapos may sumakay na babae. there was this man who was about to give his seat to that lady, when suddenly, she found one just behind me. the man saw that she has already found one. so he tilted back to his seat. but too late. another man had already occupied his. so he had no choice but to really stand. And i found that really funny. hindi ko mpigilan ung tawa ko, so i covered my whole face with my bag and chuckled. but i know, it was very obvious na tumatawa ako kasi my shoulders were vibrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;little did i know, kasunod na pla agad nun ung karma ko. hindi ko alam, nakaidlip pala ako sa biyahe. pag gising ko, nasa PHILCOA NA AKO! eh sa may riverside lang ako dapat bababa.tae talga! edi ayun. sumakay tuloy ako pabalik. natawa nalang ako sa sarili ko. ayoko na ng karma! kaya aun. todo ingat na ko ngaun. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..cause what goes around, comes around. What goes up, must come down.&lt;/strong&gt; ♪♪♪&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-7560755609158381068?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/7560755609158381068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=7560755609158381068&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/7560755609158381068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/7560755609158381068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/02/karma-by-alicia-keys.html' title='KARMA by Alicia Keys'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SYadgQAL6SI/AAAAAAAAASA/9hf-hhN4txc/s72-c/Karma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-3207791351996758502</id><published>2009-01-27T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T14:43:24.669+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='australia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on-line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filipino'/><title type='text'>un-AUSSIE way of cleansing his ASS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SX5wQIHIzUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4SZW2oBDTUk/s1600-h/toilet-story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295793634191920450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SX5wQIHIzUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4SZW2oBDTUk/s400/toilet-story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;listening to my favourite radio show is just one of my morning habits during my weekends. and as usual, early this morning, as i woke up, i turned on the radio, and was listening to good times with mo. and they were talking about this news that mo twister had read online, wherein a Filipino worker had been sacked over toilet habits. The 43-year-old machine operator was working for TEI Bohle on a working visa from the Philippines and used water to clean himself instead of toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;according to Bernabe, he was going to the toilet with a bottle of water, when his foreman saw him, and told him that he couldn't bring that bottle of water in there. he asked 'why not', and his foreman told him that 'it's not good.' Bernabe told him that it's his personal hygiene and it's his way of cleaning his ass. he's not breaking any law, so why couldn't he do that. his foreman told him that he'd report it to the manager. the next morning, he told Bernabe that the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SX5vALSWoMI/AAAAAAAAAOg/ZRUT8Tbo6kQ/s1600-h/4074fc3b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;manager wanted to talk to him. bernabe explained what happened, and was told by the manager that if he didn't follow the AUSTRALIAN WAY of doing his toiletry visits he'd be terminated immediately. 'Better be terminated sir.'- bernabe quoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SX5w6p5wc8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/uOHM7UA6Jyo/s1600-h/1_675637263l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295794364817109954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SX5w6p5wc8I/AAAAAAAAAO4/uOHM7UA6Jyo/s200/1_675637263l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but what's really interesting here was when mo got the company's phone number and tried to call 'em. there was this I think a customer s&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SX5wuYciNvI/AAAAAAAAAOw/wbDN3vWfqYg/s1600-h/1_675637263l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ervice representative, answered the phone.. Mo told her that he's calling from a radio show in the Philippines and was asking her about the incident but she told mo that he could just give his email address and they'd be sending their official statement. Mo, silly as he's always been, asked the CSR if it was really their way of cleaning their behind, not using water but toilet paper, but the CSR just repeated her statement and suddenly hung up the phone.  that was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;goin' back, i really think that what they did was invasion of privacy and incursion of one's own belief and culture. yea, given that he's in a foreign land, not his native, but he's there to work, and it's no longer part of the contract he signed that they could wreck this kinds of issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ahh, these people give me a complete headache. haha. to all the Filipinos in Australia! better be sure! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;use toilet paper! just toilet paper! haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..water is way better than toilet paper!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3207791351996758502?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3207791351996758502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3207791351996758502&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3207791351996758502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3207791351996758502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/un-aussie-way-of-cleansing-his-ass.html' title='un-AUSSIE way of cleansing his ASS!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SX5wQIHIzUI/AAAAAAAAAOo/4SZW2oBDTUk/s72-c/toilet-story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-6883666006039079254</id><published>2009-01-25T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:57:11.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='driving school'/><title type='text'>be AN defensive driver?!</title><content type='html'>pagkatapos ng klase ko kahapon, naisip kong pumunta ng SM. wala lang. mag aliw aliw lang. malapit lang nmn. nilakad ko na lang. Para na rin mabawasan ang taba ko sa katawan. mukang tumataba na nmn eh. hirap tlga pag masasarap na pagkain lagi nakahain sau. nung nasa tapat na ako ng SM, patawid na sana ako, napalingun ako sa likod ko. nakita ko tong MEGA DRIVING SCHOOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;kahit na marunong na ako mag maneho, gusto ko pa rin mag enroll sa isang driving school. ayoko nman kasi maging mangmang sa mga traffic rules. tama na yung isang beses akong nahuli. ayoko magpakain ng magpakain ng mga buwaya sa kalsada. erpat ko lang nmn kasi nagturo sakin. at hindi nman kami nag didiscuss o nagku quiz tungkol sa traffic rules. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;lumalpit ako sa driving school na yun, mag iinquire sana. napatingin ako sa tarpulin nila. pagkabasa ko, biglang nagbago ang isip ko. ayoko. kung papasok ako sa isang driving school, hindi sa ganitong klase. nagulat tlga ako ng makita ko. Be &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;an&lt;/span&gt; defensive driver? wappakk!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295181269461436818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 515px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 360px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SXxDTzuNCZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1DhlN1TbcTo/s400/P1110038.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;habang kinukunan ko ng litrato ung tarpulin nila, nakatingin sakin ung babae sa loob ng office. kinakabahan ako bka sitahin ako. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;br /&gt;..I dont want to be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;AN DEFENSIVE DRIVER! Lols. :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-6883666006039079254?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6883666006039079254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=6883666006039079254&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6883666006039079254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6883666006039079254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/be-defensive-driver.html' title='be AN defensive driver?!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SXxDTzuNCZI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1DhlN1TbcTo/s72-c/P1110038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1804281008011378991</id><published>2009-01-23T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T21:15:14.260+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsismoso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='humor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>WHAT GIRLS LOVE TO TALK ABOUT BOYS</title><content type='html'>naisip yo na ba mga tsong kung ano tungkol satin ang pinaguusapan ng mga babae? naisip ko na yun minsan. ung makikita mo silang nakatingin sau. tapos magbubulungan, tapos magbubungisngisan. hindi mo alam kung naga-guwapuhan sau, o sadyang nantitrip lang. o baka naman may kulangot ka lang na nakadungaw sa ilong mo kaya sila nagtatawanan. pero kung anu pa man ang dahilan, pasalamat ka na lang at napaguusapan ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SXm6_CCIv7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/U4j27TmmBiw/s1600-h/ABCD0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294468428991086514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SXm6_CCIv7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/U4j27TmmBiw/s400/ABCD0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;oo marami tungkol sa ating mga lalaki ang pinaguusapan ng mga babae. pero hindi ko akalain na pinaguusapan din nila ang mga bagay madalas din nating pagusapan tungkol sa kanila. nawindang talaga ako ng marinig ko ang mga yun. hindi ko talaga akalain. hindi sa nakikinig ako. hindi lang talga maiwasang marinig ang mga linyang iyon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;last week lang to actually, PE namin nun. Practical namin, basketball. letter&lt;strong&gt; A&lt;/strong&gt; ang surname ko. kaya tapos na ko. nakaupo na lang ako habang nanunuod sa mga iba pang nag papractical. may tatlong babae nasa harap ko, naguusap sila habang nanunuod din sa ibang nagpa practical. hindi yata nila alam na napapalakas ang mga boses nila. at lalong hindi yata nila alam na may lalaki na nasa likod nila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl1:&lt;/strong&gt; tinganan mu mare ung sa kanya ang laki o. nakayuko. umbok na umbok! (sabay halakhak!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl2:&lt;/strong&gt; haha! anlaki pala ng etits nyan. tatahi tahimik lang pero may tinatago pala!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl 3:&lt;/strong&gt; ay abangan nyo ung kay david, malaki kaya un? (sabay halkhak!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl2:&lt;/strong&gt; ganun ba tlga un mare pag malamig? umuumbok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl1:&lt;/strong&gt; malay ko. siguro. anlalaki ng etits nila ngaun eh. haha!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SXm-s4jPetI/AAAAAAAAANY/tvn-NuAFUTI/s1600-h/ABCD0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294472515254450898" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SXm-s4jPetI/AAAAAAAAANY/tvn-NuAFUTI/s400/ABCD0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl3:&lt;/strong&gt; baka dahil naka jogging pants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napansin yata nila na may tao sa likod nila kaya hininaan na boses nila. wala na tuloy akong narinig. sayang. naalala ko tuloy ung isa pang pangyayari nung bagong pasok ako sa school bilang isang college. nakaupo ako habang naghihintay ng next subject ko. may katabi akong dalawang babae. mayamaya may dumating na isa. todo kwentuhan sila. hindi ko nmn sila pinapansin dahil nirerebyu ko nun ung lesson ko. may quiz kasi sa next subject ko. pero nung napunta ung usapan nila sa sex, nawala na ko sa konsentrasyo ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl1:&lt;/strong&gt; o ano, may nangyari na ba sa inyo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl2:&lt;/strong&gt; huy anu ka ba! wala pa no!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl3:&lt;/strong&gt; asus. kunwari pa. ayaw pang aminin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl2:&lt;/strong&gt; wala pa nga! natatakot pa tlga ako eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl3:&lt;/strong&gt; anu ka ba. bat ka nmn matatakot magcocondom naman eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl2:&lt;/strong&gt; kahit na. masakit kaya.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl3:&lt;/strong&gt; sa una lang siyempre. pero masasarapan ka din.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl1:&lt;/strong&gt; gusto mu isubo mu nalang.haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl2:&lt;/strong&gt; yuck! ang baboy mu tlga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl 1:&lt;/strong&gt; anu ka ba, ganun talga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl2:&lt;/strong&gt; eh panu pag nilabasan? edi makakain mu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl3:&lt;/strong&gt; uu nga, kinakain nga daw un eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;girl1:&lt;/strong&gt; gaga! kung ayaw mu di wag mung kainin! pero nakakataba daw un eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bigla na akong umalis. masarap makinig sa mga ganung usapan ng mga babae. pero hindi pag magisa ka lang. ang pakiramdam eh para kang isang outcast. kaya umalis na ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"ang baboy nyo! ayan umalis tuloy si kuya."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun ang huli kong narinig sa sa kanila. habang naglalakad ako. kung me kasama lang sana akong nakikinig sa kanila. haha. hindi ko akalain na naguusap din pala ang mga babae tungkol sa mga ganitong bagay. hindi ko alam kung matutuwa ako o ano. pero muka namang exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..mga babae tlga! tsk3.. :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1804281008011378991?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1804281008011378991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1804281008011378991&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1804281008011378991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1804281008011378991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-girls-love-to-talk-about-boys.html' title='WHAT GIRLS LOVE TO TALK ABOUT BOYS'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SXm6_CCIv7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/U4j27TmmBiw/s72-c/ABCD0015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-6877048989824953066</id><published>2009-01-18T09:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:11:26.411+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revelation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsismoso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart disease'/><title type='text'>Doc, Break it to me gently!</title><content type='html'>(an entry from my former blog)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Babala: ang inyong mababasa ay naglalaman ng masyadong kadramahan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being obsessively secretive is part of my personality. However, it was innate. It originated from my childhood days. There were a lot of unpleasant incidents that confronted me, which I think were inappropriate for a child to bear. My family, especially my parents didn’t have a single idea of what has happened to me during those days. I kept them within the vicinity of myself. As a result, being secretive became natural to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few people know the real me. The real jeszie. And these people are my friends for the past 5 yrs. They’re the ones who truly know everything about me. Including this revelation that I’m gonna divulge today through this post. I’ve been keeping this sort of secret for the last 6 yrs. I was just then 12 yrs old when I first realized that my life would never be the same again. I kept it within myself because I was afraid that if people would get to know my situation, they might treat me differently. And I didn’t want that. I tried so hard to stay normal, to keep my life as is. Although my situation was already initiating me the pain. One wrong move and they might get the idea. But today, I’m ready to tell this to all the people. I’m gonna shout to the world what I’ve been going through. And my story starts here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SXKcsvkEC3I/AAAAAAAAANA/mS48-Xu8N9w/s1600-h/Untitled-1+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292464804609657714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SXKcsvkEC3I/AAAAAAAAANA/mS48-Xu8N9w/s400/Untitled-1+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids will always be naughty, impish and hyperactive. Not because they have Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD), but because they’re kids. What do you expect? Kids love to explore new things on their own. It’s part of their growing up, where they get to learn a lot of things on their own. All of us went through this stage of human’s life cycle. I’ve been through this stage. And included on this package of this stage, is having different diseases. It’s normal to acquire these diseases if you’re just a kid. Part of your growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my childhood days, I had asthma. So everytime I got really tired and exhausted, rest assure that seconds later, I’ll be gasping for breath. Then my mom would immediately rush me to the clinic, where i get medications. These were just usual to me and my parents. My dad also had asthma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One instance during my sixth grade days, my mom brought me to the clinic. I just couldn’t remember what the reason was, it was not something serious though. It was just I think, a fever, I really couldn’t remember. But we didn’t expect that the process would be that time-consuming and tedious. When the doctor was assessing me, I sort of sensed that there’s something that this doctor was not telling me. Especially when she placed her stethoscope over my 5th intercostal rib (w/c I still didn’t know during that time!). After the physical assessment, the doctor talked to my mom, and she told her that I had to undergo certain tests to assure that &lt;strong&gt;"thingy"&lt;/strong&gt; that she wanted to be assured of. So, together with yaya, (my parents were always not available to be with me, co’z they had worked. Very seldom it happens, when my mom goes with me.) I underwent Xray, ECG (electrocardiograph, which i found really creepy!) to cut it off, the doctor told us that it should be the mom who had to be with me when she tries to assess the results. So, my mom absent herself from work, just to hear this horrible news. And as verbalized by the doctor:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Mommy, based po dito sa result ng ECG ni jessie,&lt;br /&gt;positive po, MAY RHEUMATIC HEART DISEASE PO SIYA.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Upon hearing those words, a surge of freezing cold sensation struck my thoracic cavity. My heart was pounding so hard. I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t ask, I couldn’t say anything. That time, I barely know anything about this rheumatic heart disease, but one thing I was so sure of, was that, it’s a heart disease. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SAKIT SA PUSO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I kept throwing questions to myself. How on earth did I acquire this? What’s gonna happen to me? ain’t I’m too young to have this? Am I gonna die through heart attack?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life would never be the same again. Now I know why sometimes, i would feel excruciating pain on my chest. I have a heart disease No. 1 cause of death in the Philippines. Why me? I’m too young for this. But I couldn’t do anything. Even my parents. I could see dreadfulness emanating from my mom's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news was like a virus, it immediately spread to my relatives in batangas and some in surigao. And whenever we go there, I know, my titas and titos, were talking about me. About my situation. It just pissed me off when they treat me like, I’m already dying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doctor told my mom that the medication would be within 5 yrs. If the disease wouldn’t abate, then I’d be terminally ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The medication was another thing that I really hate about this disease. Once it’s injected, life to me would be really catastrophic. The pain was like, killing me. it’s injected on my right gluteus maximus, or butt area, (that’s why I got a lot of scars over there.) plus it was direct IV I think, or maybe intramuscular that’s why the pain was really exceptional! Another thing is, after the injection, I couldn’t walk properly for 2-3 days because of the pain. And the medication was every after 28 days. Just imagine that, for 5 yrs! ugh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the medication didn’t continue. When my doctor migrated to states, my mom and dad decided to stop it. And I agreed to it because the pain was just tormenting me. We were confident that in time, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD the Great Healer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; would take this away from me. I was supposed to stop it on my first yr college. But I ceased taking it during 2ND yr high school. And since then, Frequent Chest pains would strike me. And the pain was really unbearable. It was like someone had just casted one of the unforgivable curses to me, &lt;strong&gt;the CRUCIATUS CURSE&lt;/strong&gt;. It has always been an excruciating pain. And I never told my parents about these attacks. I didn’t want them to worry about me. I kept it to myself. Even to my classmates, and friends especially in college. They didn’t know anything about this. Not until they’ve read this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all of you, who know me, if you could just remember, those times when I had to postpone our gimmicks and stuff, when I didn’t attend our meetings, gatherings and all, it’s not because of those lies that I’ve told you, but they’re because of this. I was combating myself against the attack. I wanted to come so badly. But I just couldn’t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up to now, I would still get attacks (I really call it that way!) but not as frequent as before. My last attack was morning of July 27 2008, upon waking up. After that, I never had another one again. And I believe that I’ll never have again. co’z I know &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;GOD has already healed me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I know I do believe. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..my heart is so healthy now! I wish. :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-6877048989824953066?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6877048989824953066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=6877048989824953066&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6877048989824953066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6877048989824953066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/doc-break-it-to-me-gently-re-entry.html' title='Doc, Break it to me gently!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SXKcsvkEC3I/AAAAAAAAANA/mS48-Xu8N9w/s72-c/Untitled-1+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-3444562447448352105</id><published>2009-01-11T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:38:49.554+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='gateway'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='callboy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bakla'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>KUYA WAG PO!</title><content type='html'>I seriously don't know how to start this post. I'm not even sure if it's right to post it here. I mean that incident happened to me a few days ago. but because i couldn't think of anything else, i thought of posting it here nalng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the catch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagpunta ako sa gateway after nung new yr. wala lang. just to roam around cubao. tabi tabi nmn kasi mall dun. i went to farmers, then to gateway, then to sm, tas sa alimall. then i went back to gateway. todo porma ako nun,. kasi naghahanap ng pwedeng makilalang maganda.. haha, malay mu me makapansin sa konting kaguwapuhan ko.. haha.lols. but i was not serious that time. just merely for the pleasure of meeting someone. and not going beyond that., well, ewan ko lang. haha! tas ayun. naglalakad ako sa gateway, ung lakad ko eh mabagal lang. co'z i really didn't know where to go next. i noticed that someone was walking behind me. then myamya, katabi ko na xang naglalakad. we were of the same height, medyo mas malaki lang ung katawan nya. he was wearing a black shirt with body bag. un lang ung napansin ko. it's not that i was looking at him, makikita mu pa rin nmn un kahit di mu tinitingnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naglalakad parin ako. when he said something which i didn't understand. i looked at him and asked;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako :&lt;/strong&gt; anu po yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siya:&lt;/strong&gt; sabi ko cute!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; ha? sino po?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siya:&lt;/strong&gt; ikaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; haha. kuya lokoloko ka ah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siya:&lt;/strong&gt; eh cute ka nmn tlga eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; sus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know how to react that time. uu masarap sabihan ka ng isang tao na cute ka. pero ng &lt;strong&gt;LALAKI? &lt;/strong&gt;ok rin siguro. pero alm mong iba ung dating nun eh. this time i started to walk faster. pero sinasabayan nya ung bilis ko. then he said;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siya:&lt;/strong&gt; san ka pupunta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; uhm, makikipagkita po sa kaibigan ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siya:&lt;/strong&gt; sama ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; nako inde po pwede. me lakad po kami eh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siya:&lt;/strong&gt; san ba kau pupunta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; ewan ko po sa kanya. ah cge po kuya una na po ko ha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;then i darted off to a different direction just to make sure na he won't be following me na. i looked at my back, wala na xa. sa isip ko, "hay bute nmn." akala ko dun na yun matatapos. inde pa pla. kung baga sa mga tv shopping na napapanuod ko, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"wait! there's more!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pumunta ako sa food court ng gateway. nagutom kasi ako bigla. kumaen ako. after non, bumili ako ng relo na panregalo sa kaibigan ko. then after that, i decided to go home na since it's getting late na. i was walking na dun sa bridge that connects gateway and farmers when suddenly, someone thumped me at my back. i immediately tilted my head to see who just did that. and boy, i'm telling you guys, i almost freaked out, when i saw that man again, almost kissing my nape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANO BANG PROBLEMA NYA? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i lowered my head and pushed him away. buti nlng ang daming tao dun, at wala na xang nagawa. he was still following me hanggang sa farmers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(habang naglalkad ako nito ng mabilis ah.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siya:&lt;/strong&gt; san ka na pupunta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; uuwi na po.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siya:&lt;/strong&gt; kala ko me lakad kayo ng kaibigan mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; eh nxt tym nlng daw po eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siya: &lt;/strong&gt;ahh, nuod muna tau sine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ako:&lt;/strong&gt; ha? eh nako. wag na po. wala rin ako pera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;siya&lt;/strong&gt;: sige na ako na bahala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then he instantly laid his right arm over my right shoulder! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;p*tang ina. anu ba to?"&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;syempre i was totally aware nmn kung anung gusto nyang mangyre. and &lt;strong&gt;HELL!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;'EM NOT INTERESTED! &lt;/strong&gt;and without further ado, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;inalis ko yung pagkakaakbay nya saken. ewan ko ba, bigla ko nlng nasabi to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ako: kuya! hinde ako bakla! at lalong hindi ako callboy! kaya wag mu na akong susundan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;then i darted off, walking really fast. my heart was pounding so badly. i could see that people were looking at me, but i didn't care at all. all i wanted that time was to get home, immediately. hanep. ganun pla ung filing. first time ko ma experience un. kala nya makukuha nya ko. haha. muka nya. sine lang?inde ako ganun ka cheap! next time alam ko na gagawin ko! wahaha. joke lang yun mga tsong! tae tlga, grabeng experience un ahh. cge na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dinner time na. tinatawag na ako ng aking mahal na ina. :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..muka ba kong bakla o callboy? :]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3444562447448352105?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3444562447448352105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3444562447448352105&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3444562447448352105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3444562447448352105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/kuya-wag-po.html' title='KUYA WAG PO!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-4284852351809190671</id><published>2009-01-03T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T20:03:34.577+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsismoso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rachelle ann go'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrity'/><title type='text'>are they like sisters?</title><content type='html'>kanina, i was watching wowowee. and because it's vacation, i forgot that it's Saturday today. and the reason that i said that is because every Saturday, celebrities get to play in willie of fortune. and it so happened that Rachelle Ann Go was one of the players. so wut's the big deal about that? well nothin' much. upon seeing Rachelle Ann Go lang kasi, just makes me remember one of my exs. she looks just like her kasi. tlga, every time i see Rachelle, parang i always get to see narin nicka, my ex. wala lng. ang laki kasi ng kasalanan ko sa kanya. 'em hoping that she has already forgiven me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh ayan tingnan nyo. ng malaman ang sinasabi ko.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SV9MYBS5dsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Dt5OCRVW9ns/s1600-h/ex5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287028463104521922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 396px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SV9MYBS5dsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Dt5OCRVW9ns/s400/ex5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287028016782950066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 399px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SV9L-CnivrI/AAAAAAAAAKg/QVpTg5HOWPI/s400/ex3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See wut 'em talkin' about?hehe.. para silang pinagbiyak ng bunga. namiss ko tuloy tong babaeng to. haha. anyways, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here are some of her pics pa. inde na silamaxadong hawig sa mga pics nato eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SV9O-B7tSNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DlDnQ9BlMhk/s1600-h/ex2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287031315133974738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SV9O-B7tSNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/DlDnQ9BlMhk/s400/ex2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287031749177978786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 265px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SV9PXS33L6I/AAAAAAAAALA/TVCF0mlCyV0/s400/ex4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287032278463767826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 434px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SV9P2GnbZRI/AAAAAAAAALI/rCLm1dl0W9M/s400/ex.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahay, wag nmn sana xang magalit pag nalamn nyang ginawan ko xa ng post and that i posted her pics here. haha. bahala na! :]] malay mu nmn, hu knows, dito xa makita ng real, destined prince charming nya diba? :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..pasenxa na nicka ha? hehe. :]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-4284852351809190671?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4284852351809190671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=4284852351809190671&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4284852351809190671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4284852351809190671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/are-they-like-sisters.html' title='are they like sisters?'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SV9MYBS5dsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Dt5OCRVW9ns/s72-c/ex5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1459164990133264899</id><published>2009-01-01T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T19:12:07.605+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hangover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new year'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tipsy'/><title type='text'>Greetings from TIPSYBOY!</title><content type='html'>Sorry I was really tipsy na that time tlgang umiikot na ung paligid ko. I didn't even realize that i was not holding my phone properly! haha! but still i managed to make a video to greet you guys! hehe! i kept on burping there! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so excuse me! :]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-125924e326b4c5be" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D125924e326b4c5be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D122DB73A2B139EB7B9A60180728C5C0282878C.7B6E160C61ABA3B44D16FEE1A6D3DD20B784E53D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D125924e326b4c5be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D10czFr_Ip3raftz5n0XhSFiWyYU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D125924e326b4c5be%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D122DB73A2B139EB7B9A60180728C5C0282878C.7B6E160C61ABA3B44D16FEE1A6D3DD20B784E53D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D125924e326b4c5be%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D10czFr_Ip3raftz5n0XhSFiWyYU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and this was my first morning of 2009! just thought of making a video of me, having my hangover!hehe!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="354" height="282" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7566b023d694f69" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07566b023d694f69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D851BA1F990FBAE40D29D7FAC75E18DD1F7E23E60.6074F50711F069E8237D747A4DEAB0883BFEA33C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7566b023d694f69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6eZWgBnx4l8cKQbBbZLLgRbkXTU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="354" height="282" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07566b023d694f69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330464369%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D851BA1F990FBAE40D29D7FAC75E18DD1F7E23E60.6074F50711F069E8237D747A4DEAB0883BFEA33C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7566b023d694f69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D6eZWgBnx4l8cKQbBbZLLgRbkXTU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;hehe so there! it's 6:30pm already and i just woke up again. i immediately sat in front of my PC to post this video to greet all of you a &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BLESSED PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt; sana di pa ko huli! haha! ingaats kau! :]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..jeszieBoy (tipsyBoy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;..uh,HANGOVER! :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1459164990133264899?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1459164990133264899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1459164990133264899&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1459164990133264899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1459164990133264899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2009/01/greetings-from-tipsyboy.html' title='Greetings from TIPSYBOY!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-1112964672912336897</id><published>2008-12-29T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T14:37:32.877+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='simple thought'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><title type='text'>How on Heaven's Grace will I spend this?</title><content type='html'>Sabi sa movie na napanuod ko which I happened to forgot na;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Money makes the world go round and round, and round and round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my professor in Economics, na si ma'am Majoy Tupaz in Our Lady of Fatima University QC Campus said that;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"MONEY IS THE ROOT OF ALL EVIL!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hindi ko naman makuha yung mga pinagsasabi nila.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;not because I'm a dim-witted or something.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but maybe becuase i just didn't care at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kasi ako as long as i have money, solved na ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and it's not hard namn for me to get one. :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but when my Mom forwarded me a message in my e-mail, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that' s the time I realized.. uo nga no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;papano ba nmn kasi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aren't you gonna realize that too.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;if you have these lots of money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285074735793861682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 595px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 408px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVhbeH5idDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZuibvXSiiyY/s400/moooney.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diba, diba? haha. sige nga. let's see kung di ka masiraan ng bait kung san mu gagastusin yan. :]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tnx to my mom for this picture! :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..I still want those money! :]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-1112964672912336897?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/1112964672912336897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=1112964672912336897&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1112964672912336897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/1112964672912336897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/how-on-heavens-grace-will-i-spend-this.html' title='How on Heaven&apos;s Grace will I spend this?'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVhbeH5idDI/AAAAAAAAAJk/ZuibvXSiiyY/s72-c/moooney.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-9064640192286704620</id><published>2008-12-27T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:14:18.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fetish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud'/><title type='text'>my BIG! and LOOONG! and ATTRACTIVE FEET!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYv7cNKMhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/no4JoWMoCCk/s1600-h/ABCD0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284463910996029970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYv7cNKMhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/no4JoWMoCCk/s400/ABCD0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my chat mates in FS asked my number. Last week i think, if I'm not mistaken.. Not feeling like a star or something, I gave it to him. He wanted a text mate daw. I'm open naman to everybody. I try my very best to reply to them as long as i have load. pero kung wala, eh pasenxa. Sorry lang. haha. if they want, they can give me load. haha! :)) so there. he was texting me. and it so happened that i was unli that time, so i was replying to his text msgs. just usual praises from people like &lt;strong&gt;"u know u're cute!" &lt;/strong&gt;and I would just say &lt;strong&gt;"oh thank you sa pambobola." &lt;/strong&gt;haha, and i'm sooo used to those pambobolas! haha. lagi naman eh! (yabang no? wahaha! :]])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but something really got my nerves, when he asked me that he wanted to see my feet! and i was like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"WTF?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;and i asked him if what did he mean. he said that he really wanted to see my feet. how it's like, how it's built, how they were. and seriously folks when i told him that if he was out of his mind asking that favor, he was like, begging at the top of whatever was on his mind. and i asked him &lt;strong&gt;"what for?" &lt;/strong&gt;he just said &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYs7ED5mrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Rg4KdaT9ZwA/s1600-h/ABCD0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284460605979859634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYs7ED5mrI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Rg4KdaT9ZwA/s320/ABCD0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"nothin' i just wanna see them plsss? can you show it to me? can u take pictures of 'em and post them on ur blog? pls I'm begging. i just wanna see them."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I was like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"what the heck is wrong with this man?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but i had an idea. since he's asking for it, might as well give it. I thought it would be a great topic on my site. so i took pictures of my feet. my I-think-so-attractive feet! :)) for that guy. whom i really don't know why he's asking for it. haha! there's the pictures! magsawa ka! haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYtcvG7w5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZscLMwDNdjA/s1600-h/ABCD0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284461184470991762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYtcvG7w5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZscLMwDNdjA/s320/ABCD0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYtcvG7w5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZscLMwDNdjA/s1600-h/ABCD0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYtcvG7w5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZscLMwDNdjA/s1600-h/ABCD0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYtcvG7w5I/AAAAAAAAAHY/ZscLMwDNdjA/s1600-h/ABCD0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DO YOU GUYS THINK HE'S OUT OF HIS MIND? OR WAS IT SIMPLY JUST BECAUSE IT'S HIS FETISH OR SOMETHING? HAHA! THIS REALLY MADE ME LAUGH AND THINK THAT PEOPLE ARE SOOO WEIRD! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284463162588700978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 554px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYvP4K8oTI/AAAAAAAAAHo/9Aq4SrofDfw/s400/ABCD0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..iam so damn proud now of my feet! :]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-9064640192286704620?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/9064640192286704620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=9064640192286704620&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/9064640192286704620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/9064640192286704620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-big-and-looong-and-attractive-feet.html' title='my BIG! and LOOONG! and ATTRACTIVE FEET!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVYv7cNKMhI/AAAAAAAAAHw/no4JoWMoCCk/s72-c/ABCD0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-8555584581796687972</id><published>2008-12-27T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T22:17:38.185+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redwine'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redhorse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas break'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas eve'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lasing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>wut happened to ma christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;hay salamat. Nairaos ko din ang aking FREEZING COLD CHRISTMAS. well hinde ko naman xa maxadong naramdaman kasi natulog lang ako. :)) Pero bago un, nagpakalasing pala muna ako. &lt;strong&gt;MAGISA! &lt;/strong&gt;o kaya nyu ba un? lols. I had no choice eh. I was left alone, in the house. And that was actually my very first time, to spend christmas alone, and away from my family. And I 'm not used to that. that's why I guess, nagpakalasing na lang ako &lt;strong&gt;MAGISA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;here's the catch.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My granpa passed away last dec. 10. (mother side ko ha.) so my mom went to Surigao. Dun probinsya nila. naiwan kami dito nina erpat, kapatid na babae at kuya ko. My dad then was planning to follow. But the problem was that we still had our exams. My kuya was not interesred to go there. Inde ko alam sa kanya kung bakit. Ako naman, ewan ko. I don't really know. Actually, I was reluctant talaga to go there. Kasi nahihiya ako. I was I think, grade 5 pa the last time I went there. wala lang. nahihiya tlga ko dun. Inde kasi ako close sa mother side ko. sa father side ako sobrang close. Batangas lang kasi un. malapit lang. So i decided na magpaiwan na lng. but I had to endure the consequence. That i had to spend christmas alone. haha. ung kuya ko nmn kasi may sarili syang mundo. kasam abarkada nya. lols. so sumunod sa surigao erpat ko pati kapatid kong babae. tska pabor nman un sa kanila na nagpaiwana ko. ang mahal mahal ng plane ticket ngaun. peak season kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So un. magisa akong nagpasko. Nagiwan naman si erpat ng pampasko namin ng kuya ko. Kaso sabi ko naman, sayang lang. dalawa lang nman kami, so wag nlang magluto. and besides, walng magluluto. dahil xempre, wala yung katulong namin. xmas eh. naawa siguro skin utol ko, tinawag nya ko. punta nmn ako. nakita ko siya nagiinuman together with his barkada. sabay sabi nya! &lt;strong&gt;"tagay muna jez!" &lt;/strong&gt;I immediately said&lt;strong&gt; "NO!" &lt;/strong&gt;not because I don't drink. But simply becuase I'm not used to drinking with utol. Tpos napakarami pang barkada nya which not even one of them I know. pero when i saw kung ano ung iniinom nila, nanlambot &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVY0N7qOwLI/AAAAAAAAAIA/94HapLamCuM/s1600-h/ABCD0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;kagad mga tuhod ko! &lt;strong&gt;REDHORSE! MY FAVOURITE! &lt;/strong&gt;nagdalawang isip tuloy ako. pero ayoko tlga kasi &lt;strong&gt;NAKAKAHIYA! &lt;/strong&gt;but u&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVY3nJ8eQNI/AAAAAAAAAII/L7Gv7s1Guv8/s1600-h/drunk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284472358589841618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVY3nJ8eQNI/AAAAAAAAAII/L7Gv7s1Guv8/s400/drunk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tol kept on insisting. so tumagay lang ako ng isa. pucha! nung natikman ko, nawala ako sa ulirat ko! grabe! I haven't drunk redhorse for quite a while now. I coudn't even remember the last time I had it. so pagkatagay ko, i went out, bought a couple of redhorse! haha. ANG SARAP KASI EH! nagun lang ulit ako makakainom nito. tapos nagkulong ako sa kwarto ko. dun ko inubos!haha! nung maubos, tipsy na ko. eh medyo nabitin. I was about to buy another set, when i saw this red wine. may redwine pa pala dito . edi yun naman inupakan ko! :)) lols. lupit nu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I was putting myslef to the different dimension, tinitxt ko na ang mga tao. ng meri xmas. tinxt ko ung ex ko. na inde man lang nagreply. inde man lang nya ko naalala. haha. ewan ko sa kanya. siguro dahil may nilgay akong &lt;strong&gt;"amisyow" &lt;/strong&gt;at &lt;strong&gt;"tekker coz i kerr! &lt;/strong&gt;sa txt ko. pero nakakalungkot lang tlga na di nya man lang ako naalala. pati nga nung bday ko di man lang nya binati. haha! kaw tlga! tas i texted my other ex. this is what i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"hi nicka! meri xmas!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sori sa lhat ng nagawa ko sau ha?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as in sori tlga.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sana masaya ka ngaun.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GODBLESS! :]"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inde kasi akong masyadong naging boyfriend material sa kanya. parang I took her for granted, alam ko kasing lagi syang nandyan. umaga na ng mabasa ko ung reply nya. masaya daw xa kasi kinumpleto ko xmas nya. and natuwa nmn ako sa nabasa kong un. at least ako napasaya ko sya, samantalng ako di man lang pinasaya nung isa kong ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha! anyweis, ganun lang nangyari sa xmas eve ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos nung25, lumayas ako ng bhay. umala kung saan saan kasam aang aking bestfriend. 12 na ata ako ng gabi nakauwe.haha. tas andun na pla sina erpat. nakabalik na. bute nman! me makakain na ulit ako! new yr nmn ang paghahandaan ko! pero this time, &lt;strong&gt;KUMPLETO NA KAMI! :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..natatawa tlga ako. while I was doing this post, i didn't know na nasa likod ko pla si erpat, and he was actually reading this. tapos nabasa nya ung part na "tagay muna jez" na naka bold pa. and he just said; &lt;strong&gt;"i knew it! i knew u'r just gonna drink here!"&lt;/strong&gt; haha! epal tlga tong erpat ko! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..iam so excited for this new yr! :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-8555584581796687972?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/8555584581796687972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=8555584581796687972&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8555584581796687972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/8555584581796687972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/wut-happened-to-ma-christmas.html' title='wut happened to ma christmas?'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVY3nJ8eQNI/AAAAAAAAAII/L7Gv7s1Guv8/s72-c/drunk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-4486419876062339008</id><published>2008-12-24T11:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T18:52:06.751+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reason'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='answer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on-line'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haters'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='on-line socialization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='limitation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendster'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><title type='text'>I don't like aliens on my list!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I know that if you have a friendster account, probably you're one of those people who are so into adding friends and accepting friend reque&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVG9849GHbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/v49C-mCgBiY/s1600-h/friendster-logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283212691660742066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVG9849GHbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/v49C-mCgBiY/s400/friendster-logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sts, because you guys wanted to have as many friends as you can. And that is the point I think, of this on-line community; making and having many friends. But I ain't no like that. Because on the contrary, I don't accept friend requests from people whom I do not know. You probably might be asking that it doesn't make sense, because as what I've said, that is the point of friendster. But my point is that, my account is an exclusive account. Exclusively for people who really know me personally, or even virtually (is there such thing?) I don't like the feeling of seeing a thousand plus friends in my account, but only a quarter of it knows me. I mean, they're all aliens to me. I'd rather have a hundred plus friends on my list as long as I am very certain that all these people are not aliens to me, and vise versa. Right now, I have 418 friends in my list, and I began using friendster in 2005. See? if I haven't been like this for that very long time, I would've reached 3000 friends in my list. But I don't wanna be like that. And even up to now, If someone'&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVHDc5pDM7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/O9f81KJyw9Y/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s tryin' to add me as a friend, I don't accept them instantly. I try to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVbJwhUDHEI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Her4j_P4lmw/s1600-h/ahihi.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;scr&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVHD71MwDdI/AAAAAAAAAFE/7VvYKdH4g6s/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;utinize him/her first, if he/&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVbI-fnwzpI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/oOITZsxD0gU/s1600-h/ahihi.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;she's the type of friendster user who would reply to my comments. Because if not, he/sh&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVireD20qXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PNoqAgVm0ho/s1600-h/eto+na.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285162695638952306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVireD20qXI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/PNoqAgVm0ho/s400/eto+na.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e doesn't have a place on my list (now I'm starting to sound like I'm famous or something!ahaha! :]]) but that's me! haha. And have I mentioned that I delete friends every now and then? yea I do. Those people who no longer reply to my comments must get the hell out of my list. Except for those who made me somehow special, classmates, and all. It's quite complicated, yea, but that's what I used to do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;So there, that is the reason why I don't go beyond 5oo friends co'z that's also my limit. I haven't even gone to 430 friends or beyond co'z I constatly delete some of 'em. I hope I was able to answer those people who are tryin' to scatter intrigues about me (I seriously sound like I'm famous! ahaha! :]]) regarding that very nonsense issue about friends thingy, which I tried to maximize by making this post. (kala nyu di ko kayu papatulan ah!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBOY :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..I so love my HATERS! :]]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-4486419876062339008?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/4486419876062339008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=4486419876062339008&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4486419876062339008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/4486419876062339008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-dont-like-aliens-on-my-list.html' title='I don&apos;t like aliens on my list!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SVG9849GHbI/AAAAAAAAAEs/v49C-mCgBiY/s72-c/friendster-logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-3195074453233628571</id><published>2008-12-22T11:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:57:40.692+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tsismoso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Travel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='proud'/><title type='text'>2 thumbs up para kay manong conductor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282484809885214578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU8n8mCa53I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gkA1rzidoYo/s320/1349508057_0355da1eeb.jpg" border="0" /&gt; I just wanna share this incident that we witnessed. This happened when I was in the BUS, &lt;strong&gt;(JAYROSS)&lt;/strong&gt; with Gab, we were goin' home, from our last day of class. It was I think, about 6 or 7 in the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We always go with these kinds of Air con bus. Medyo mahal nga lang ung pamasahe. But it's perfectly OK. Worth paying for nmn kasi. Kahit ako lang magisa, papasok ng school, o pauwe sa bahay. I always go for Air con BUS. I don't go for jeepneys na. haha! dati, sumasakay pa ko ng FX, pero ngaun, inde na talaga. AIR CON BUS na tlga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, here's the catch. I am very much aware about the rollback thingys of the oil companies. And as a result of that, public vehicles responded to it, so they also had rollback with their fares. If I'm not mistaken, the minimum fare now in jeepneys I think had reduced to 6.00 php. And that is a good news for those who always take jeepneys as a means of their transpo. Now, for us, who always take Air con BUS, it's not a really a good news. Because Air con Buses don't often reduce their fare that easily. E&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU8nL1phiOI/AAAAAAAAADs/RIHWzMPZBuw/s1600-h/ABCD0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282483972262168802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU8nL1phiOI/AAAAAAAAADs/RIHWzMPZBuw/s320/ABCD0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;specially kung paunti unti nmn ang binababa ng oil companies. So more or less, halos ganun parin ang pamasahe sa Air con bus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, when we were on the bus, there was this man in front of us. He's just an ordinary guy. Nothing unusual. Of course, i didn't take that picture, until something happened. When the conductor went to him, and he was paying, (i just couldn't remember his destination) 44 php ang pamasahe nya. (narinig ko sa conductor) then sabi nya;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"44? ang mahal naman! anu ba kau nagbaba o nagtaas ng pamasahe?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the conductor was not answering. He was rather staring at the man who was just starting to flare up his anger. But this guy was keep on saying things, which I couldn't remeber because I was much interested to the conductor, if how was he feeling.haha. And then they had an argument;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guy:&lt;/strong&gt; diba nagbaba na ng pamasahe? nasa tv yan ah? bat kau hinde nagbaba? anu to lokohan?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conductor:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;oo nga sir, pero kami inde nagbaba. mga air con bus ho inde pa nagbababa. 11 php pa &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU8uLkmRY2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/q2adwDYLZnk/s1600-h/ABCD0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282491664266519394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU8uLkmRY2I/AAAAAAAAAD8/q2adwDYLZnk/s320/ABCD0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rin ho ang minimum.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;papano nangyare un? sigurado ka dyan? anu ba plate number nyo. akin na nga. tingnan natin yang sinasabe mo. isulat mu dito dali&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He took a paper from his pocket and gave it to the conductor with much dislike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conductor:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;sige sir, walang problema dyan.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After scribbling down the plate number of that bus, he lent it to the man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guy:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;sige, tingnan natin yang sinasabe mo. hindi daw nagbaba. teka, tama ba to? baka iniba mu to!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conductor:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;tama yan sir. Nasa harap ng bus yan sir, tingnan nyo ho mamaya pag baba nyo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grabe! Gab and I were so pissed of with that guy. In my opinion, he was almost embarassing t&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU8ypk4AUtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WRhrETXkeEA/s1600-h/ABCD0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282496577783485138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU8ypk4AUtI/AAAAAAAAAEE/WRhrETXkeEA/s320/ABCD0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he conductor. but what really amused me, was that this conductor, through out their argument, he remained calm and still. From him, I've heard not a single word, or have even seen any form of detestation towards the guy. None at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That is the best attitude he's got, that I think we all should seize. Just imagine, what if the conductor, like the guy, was hot-tempered? what will happen to the both of them? they could've killed each other. haha! pero bilib talga ako kay manong. Astig. yan ang pinoy! haha. :]] OA ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;after taking that last picture, manong conductor looked at me, and I could see on his face that he's quite baffled to what i just did, taking pics of him. I suddenly gave him two thumbs up and smiled. And unexpectedly, he smiled back.! hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kudos manong!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as for that guy, I don't know what happened to him. And I don't care at all! haha. Basta ang alam ko, after that incident, he kept quiet on his seat. Maybe he came to realize that he was wrong. And that the conductor was right!haha! :]]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..jeszieBoy :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3195074453233628571?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3195074453233628571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3195074453233628571&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3195074453233628571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3195074453233628571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/thumbs-up-para-kay-manong.html' title='2 thumbs up para kay manong conductor!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU8n8mCa53I/AAAAAAAAAD0/gkA1rzidoYo/s72-c/1349508057_0355da1eeb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-6843714223444602558</id><published>2008-12-21T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T14:55:15.410+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas break'/><title type='text'>REST, FINALLY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU5JowCUl3I/AAAAAAAAADc/mNVA1Bo4tGY/s1600-h/sleep-learning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282240377390405490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU5JowCUl3I/AAAAAAAAADc/mNVA1Bo4tGY/s320/sleep-learning.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Wooooh&lt;/span&gt;! I just wanna celebrate right now. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Co'z&lt;/span&gt; finally, it's break. Christmas break. I've been dying for this day to really come. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Co'z&lt;/span&gt; there's a lot of stuffs that I wanna do. Like reading books which are not related to my subjects. I bought a couple of books 3 weeks ago. And up to this moment, not a single of 'em had i even scanned the pages. And I just feel like elated because finally, I'll be able to start to engross myself to these books. And I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' excited &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;co'z&lt;/span&gt; they're my favourite authors, yea. :] &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another thing is Christmas shopping! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't shopped yet, and a lot of really interesting clothes I saw in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;greenhills&lt;/span&gt;, that I wanna buy, but I just got a problem. I can't find someone who could actually come with me. I mean, isn't it more enjoyable to shop with someone?&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;. But I can manage to be alone though. :]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the most important thing that I am really looking forward to, is that I can finally stay in bed for hours!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yeeeaa&lt;/span&gt;! more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;sleeep&lt;/span&gt;! sleep! and sleep! and it's also a perfect time for me to get my piercing, finally. And another henna &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tattoo&lt;/span&gt;. I'm kinda sleepy now, so I guess I have to get going. I mean, in bed. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;! Hope to have an enjoyable vacation.. enjoy your vacation as well! before another piles of books to be read! see ya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;jeszieBoy&lt;/span&gt; :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-6843714223444602558?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/6843714223444602558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=6843714223444602558&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6843714223444602558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/6843714223444602558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/rest-finally.html' title='REST, FINALLY!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SU5JowCUl3I/AAAAAAAAADc/mNVA1Bo4tGY/s72-c/sleep-learning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2580826198897041859.post-3166866308721470266</id><published>2008-12-16T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:11:11.882+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first post'/><title type='text'>I'm totally moving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280230162849510834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SUclW3TytbI/AAAAAAAAABE/waPI9AEtEyU/s400/im+moving.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yo sup?! here i am again..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and today, Dec. 16, 2008 is the day that i moved to my new home!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yehey&lt;/span&gt;! I'm talking about blogging folks! from a small scale blogging site in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt; where it all started, I'm now moving to big scale blogging!he he.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BLOGGER!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;well actually, long before, i made an account here in blogger. but that time, i was so busy, and sometimes i lack interest in writing random stuffs, and i ran out of ideas and all, it didn't work out so i decided to delete it. and just stick to my blog in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;FS&lt;/span&gt;. there I've written quite a lot of nonsense stuffs, including my heartaches and all. ha ha. and now, i decided, and very much sure that i wanna make it even better, and much more convincing (i mean, that i like blogging) to everyone on the net. so i once again made an account here. and i guess the rest will be history. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's like I'm starting again from the very beginning. but I'm sure this will be far more better,(duh?that's redundancy! :]]) and fun, and exciting(for me), and entertaining(i guess). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Co'z&lt;/span&gt; this is really what i want. i mean, writing stuffs about me, although i know they're boring and all, but i like sharing them to the rest of the people!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;. and no one can stop me from doing that. and i just hope that I'd get more interest in writing about myself. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; you know, I'm one of those people who call themselves &lt;strong&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ningas&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;cugon&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;/strong&gt; today, I'm very vibrant, tomorrow, I'm a dead like blogger. but since i got my brand new home(shall i say) i think, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;there'll&lt;/span&gt; be no problem at all(cross fingers)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and oh, BTW, tomorrow's the start of our prelims, and i haven't reviewed any of my lessons yet. oh gees, i hope the Justice League won't let me down.he he! so there you go. i have to end this first post, in my brand new home, because i have yet to sleep and put my books and notes under my pillow, for me to absorb everything.. :)) bu bye.. see you in my next posts! :D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;jeszie&lt;/span&gt; boy :]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2580826198897041859-3166866308721470266?l=jeszieboy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/feeds/3166866308721470266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2580826198897041859&amp;postID=3166866308721470266&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3166866308721470266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2580826198897041859/posts/default/3166866308721470266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jeszieboy.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-totally-moving.html' title='I&apos;m totally moving!'/><author><name>Jessie Alvarez</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/100283835653842305621</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vFheF2BDs-w/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAx4/11RNSNVGr4Q/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DHtqvqTKSZY/SUclW3TytbI/AAAAAAAAABE/waPI9AEtEyU/s72-c/im+moving.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
