<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410</id><updated>2011-08-02T07:04:18.501+08:00</updated><category term='extraa lng :))'/><title type='text'>Syndicate Blues 5358</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;"The inability to control overdrive, low, mid and high can make or break you."&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-511578822737461520</id><published>2010-09-02T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:08:03.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Equality Among Inequalities</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh great! The last time I posted, I had a flu. Now, I think I'm developing one again. ftw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Last Sunday, I was walking down beside a busy road along our busy city. While walking, of course I saw different people. Different people of different personality. Some auras are weak while some are lucky. And I began to ask myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some people are eating at famous fastfood chains, others in some eatery, others in a 24-hour store, others just buy some biscuits and soda from a store, while others don't eat at all. Some people walk with me, some drives their vehicles or at least ride some, some kicks the pedals of their bicycles, and others just wait in a corner with their wheelchairs on. As I continue walking, I keep asking myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I saw street vendors and met establishment owners. I saw someone who looks so rich while beside him is someone who almost doesn't have some clothes on because of his next-to-nothing worn-out shirt. There was a kid who eats a burger, while the other kid was just busy running in the streets with his mucous spilled in his face but doesn't care about it. Seeing these things, I asked myself again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; There was a group of guys and gals, wearing colourful shirts and caps making them easily recognized as the so called "Jejemons", and on the other side of the street are wise-looking group of friends wearing their school uniform. There was this lonely lady while I saw that blissful gentlemen. Wondering while wandering, I still ask myself of the question I still can't answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And the question? Is of course a statement that ends in question mark.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why are people have different lives? Why does destiny gave some people too much luck while others don't even know what is the meaning of bucks? Why does others can not even take a bath because they don't have even a house but others swim in a sea of money?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I want to sit down at the side of the road at that moment. I want to look what happens to people's lives everyday, every minute. And see how does differences or inequality (as they call it) works.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Who's to blame for this?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I walked a little further, trying to create an answer to my question with what I can see. But a more difficult question attacks my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Who am I?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can say with what I saw, people really is unique against one another. But what makes someone unique from everyone? Is it how he feels? How he looks at life? What he has? How he thinks? How he breath? What?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Do I even have the right to think and say these things?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With the differences of the people in just a certain place, I can only say that this world really is complicated. Too complicated that no mind can be too confident to know everything, even at a certain place at a certain time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"And I don't wanna hear no more."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--Guns N' Roses (Civil War)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--ag22z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897225040162259410-511578822737461520?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/511578822737461520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=511578822737461520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/511578822737461520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/511578822737461520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2010/09/equality-among-inequalities.html' title='The Equality Among Inequalities'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-7544924402045569154</id><published>2010-08-04T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T21:06:16.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yes, you got it right. I'm hot. Too hot! Unfortunately, literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've been too busy to post a new entry for the last month. Even if I wanted to do an entry as often as possible, my time just keeps on asphyxiating me&amp;nbsp; and let me do nothing except for academic stuffs. What a waste of time. Yeah I know, subjects is one of the most influential teachers on everyone's life. But I just want to point out that everybody needs to break a little from their "wakeup-takeabath-eat-gotowork-work-eat-work-gohome-doworkathome-eat-continuetowork-pray-sleep" system. (No insult intended. Others are missing 1 thing from the system, just figure it out by yourself.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just recreated my acoustic guitar (which I often referred to as "Pula" due to its color red, and also, the guitar that thought me how to do alternative rock licks). I mixed up my mettalic blue, black, and silver paints to do it. Although I still don't have the time to finish it, I already imagined how it looks like when it is done. And surprisingly, it sucks. Not just because I did it, but it has really a "dark aura". Well we'll never know until it's done. Maybe its a way for me to listen to other genres.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This Sunday is my 1st college entrance exam. I'm kinda excited, and somehow feel pressured. Not because of it, but because of our teacher's requirements. Everybody knows I hate doing projects, especially ones needing creativity. I don't have even a shadow of that word, and it makes me sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Does anyone wants to trade your lungs to mine? Or is there such thing as lung transplant? Please if there is, tell it to me. Just badly needing it. Thanks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And by the way, I'll just share this to you. At the moment, I really feel like playing a guitar. Writing lyrics also. I want to do these stuffs. But I guess I can't due to my f*****g&amp;nbsp; health condition. How I wish that this plague that ate me didn't like my flesh and just die. But it didn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Advertisement: Who wants to have a band? Or need a band member? I'm available and I also need one. I can play guitar (hard rock, not metal), bass, and a little drum. Just comment or contact me if interested.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well thanks for reading this piece of nonsense. 'Till my next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We found that part of us we lost along the way."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Sponge Cola (Keep the Fire Burning)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--ag22z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897225040162259410-7544924402045569154?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/7544924402045569154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=7544924402045569154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/7544924402045569154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/7544924402045569154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2010/08/fire-level.html' title='Fire Level'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-6139805631132918485</id><published>2010-06-13T02:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T02:13:32.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Between Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I won't be continuing my other blog post for awhile. I want to express myself this time. I mean, express my thoughts at the very moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's already 1:55 AM in my laptop's clock. Somehow sleepy already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Around 2 hours ago, I was trying to create new material for our band. I just made a 2 stanza stuff, but i don't if it is "luckily" or "unluckily", it some kind of not-a-great-one. So I stopped and let myself do something that I knew I'm gonna be productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;While browsing my music player, I first saw Mayday Parade's "Kids In Love". I grabbed my guitar and played it. Still bored, I browsed my list again, and found an "unfinished" project. It was Katy Perry's "Thinking of You". Yeah right, I know it's some kind of a "whoa man, you're listening to that song?" thing, but let me clear myself out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The song was pretty challenging for me. It was kinda a pop-rock or just a pop but we are a rock band, so I have to make it sound great to our band. It was a pressure being the one who manages the guitar that sings. And again, after trying many times, I tried again to create guitar licks and solos for it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was some kind of a blessing in disguise for me not being "too inspired" to write today. 'Cause I was clearly "more inspired" to create licks. As an avant-garde guitarist, I tried to formulate a lick that would fit to the "missing link" of the song. And fortunately, I finished it. I finished the lick already, and surprisingly, I also had some modifications for the verses and other parts of the song.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even though I finished the lick, I wasn't successful still at create a great guitar solo. Making me stick to the first idea I had.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meanwhile, I'm still hearing my sister and cousin talking from the next room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The start of classes will be a day from now. No idea nor imagination to what will happen on that day. I really want to go to school already, considering different factors. These factors include daily allowance, reunion with classmates and jamming with my bandmates. But there's one thing that prevents me to loving the start of classes. It's the required short hair for all male students.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I haven't visited the barber shop for around 3 months, making my hair grow in between 1 to 2 inches long. And I like it. I don't want to have short hair again. It really looks bad, real bad. But it's an order to be follow though. So I guess, I have no choice. Damn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Well, I bet this entry will end here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"My girl was the envy of every friend of mine. She slept safely in my arms."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Mayday Parade (Kids In Love)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--ag22z &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897225040162259410-6139805631132918485?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/6139805631132918485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=6139805631132918485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/6139805631132918485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/6139805631132918485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2010/06/in-between-days.html' title='In Between Days'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-2498052831391858737</id><published>2010-05-31T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:59:57.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naturally Infamous Selection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yeah, I know. I'm posting new entries every another day, but I also know that when school days hit my calendar, I won't maintain this momentum anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ultraelectromagnetic Jam: The Music of The Eraserheads" (UEM Jam for short), this is the first album that I tried to listen to that made me aware of the band Eraserheads. It is a tribute album in relation to the band's break-up during their almost-a-decade fame in the Philippine music scene.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With their biggest hit "Ang Huling El Bimbo", Eraserheads, also known as E-heads, became the most influential band even as of today. But as a band, they said that one of their influence were Nirvana. Nirvana was a 3-piece Grunge band with members Kurt Cobain (Guitarist, Vocalist), Krist Novoselic (Bassist, Backup vocalist) and Dave Grohl (Drummer) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anyway, since "UEM Jam" is the album that introduced me to Eraserheads, I was also introduced to the songs only available in that recording. I am a fan of Sponge Cola, that is why their rendition of "Pare Ko" was the first song that I try listening to. I played it in my computer set with medium-high volume. At first, I thought to myself "Ah, I already heard this track before". But unaware of the lyrics, I continue until the chorus, which called the attention of my sister and mother. The chorus is made up of local explicit words such as... just kiddin', I won't post it here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Other hits also caught my ears, including 6 Cycle Mind's "Alapaap", Imago's "Spolarium", M.Y.M.P.'s "'Wag Mo Nang Itanong" and Cueshe's "Hard To Believe". "The songs are great, so the artist are! The songs are created incredibly in terms of technicalities and lyrics." was the things I said to myself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Together with Sponge Cola's "Palabas", I was indulged to the album for months. How was I addicted to it? Simply this way. After I got home, I'll start my computer and open the music player program. I will play either of the two. Sometimes, I'll only listen to one album per night, sometimes alternate, and sometimes even playing a single song or two from the albums. Why didn't I became bored to it? It is because I like what I'm hearing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Of course everyone of us have a favorite amongst the favorite in a certain thing. Mine's in the "UEM Jam" is Sponge Cola's "Pare Ko" and "Neon" in Sponge Cola's "Palabas". These two songs became the prime hits played most often in my music player.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Later on, I was convinced by myself that I must hear the original versions in the "UEM Jam" to distinguish which covers are "hot" and which are "not".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It took me kinda long time (since I can't really remember how long) to have a copy of one of the most famous and influential albums in Philipine music industry. The Eraserheads' 3rd album, "Cutterpillow". Reaching 10x platinum status, "Cutterpillow" produced the band's some of the biggest hits in their career. This includes&amp;nbsp; the travel-inspired story "Overdrive", the substitute song "Superproxy", a song about a dying man "Poorman's Grave", a full acoustic mellow song "Fill Her" and the song that tattooed Eraserheads in the music scene "Ang Huling El Bimbo".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was already sick of "UEM Jam" while finding a copy of "Cutterpillow", making me stick again to one song, "Neon".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be continued...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Though I can't see you, I can feel you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--Eraserheads (Fill Her)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--ag22z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&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/897225040162259410-2498052831391858737?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/2498052831391858737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=2498052831391858737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2498052831391858737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2498052831391858737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2010/05/naturally-infamous-selection.html' title='The Naturally Infamous Selection'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-9028290817764499118</id><published>2010-05-29T22:58:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T23:01:18.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shape Of The Faded Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; used to be a "Cueshean", but things always differ, ayt?&lt;/span&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;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;After hearing Sponge Cola's Gemini, I was immediately interested with the band. I tried to hear some of their songs, but had no idea where and how to hear it. Until fate delivered it to me. (Thanks Fate!) A friend of mine lend me his album collection. The collection includes Parokya ni Edgar's&amp;nbsp; "Inuman Session Vol.1", Hale's debut album "Hale" and many more stuffs from different artist which I'm not aware of at that time. While checking out the albums, I noticed a CD that stand-out against the others, and it gave me an instant smile. It was "Palabas", Sponge Cola's debut album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Excited with what I have in my hand, I grabbed my sister's CD Player and played the song while I was lying on our sofa set. But ironically, I fell asleep during that 1st round of album.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"'Cause I, I know I can never be enough to replace your whatever." This was the line that made me realize that my eyes are already looking in the light that shines so bright by that time. I try to take a glance to the player to know the track number. And it was 4. But I don't know what is the title since the album cover is somehow far away from me. And hell yeah, I'm too lazy to get it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;That song caught my attention in no time. It has a dramatic rhythm and emotional lyrics. The chorus sounds like a desperate broken guy that can only do nothing. The verse is very solemn. But when the bridge came, it became very intense with the heavily distorted guitars. After the track, I only said 1 thing: "Wow!". It was the song that moved me too much. But still, don't know it's title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Other tracks also convinced me that the album is worth listening for. After I try to relax myself to the other stuffs that I have, the album collection was returned to my friend. A few days after, I wanted to hear "Track No. 4" again. So I turned on my computer. But I was enraged when I saw my music player. I forgot to copy the album to my computer! At first, I think of it as a hoax when I just can't find the copy of it. But days, days not hours, days after searching for the file in my whole computer over and over again, I surrendered.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As months passed by, I somehow forgot things about "Track No. 4". But one faithful night, as I was walking in a street near a fastfood chain and a church, I saw a CD stand and I went to it. I was surprised with what I saw. It was Sponge Cola's "Palabas"! I immediately bought the album without bargaining it (Yeah, it's a fake one. I know, I know it is bad. But I still don't have a job. Isn't that a great excuse since original albums are expensive for a wallet of an elementary student?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As we went home, I played it in our car.After 2-3 months, I heard "Track No. 4" again, and smiled. This time, I was holding the cover, so I got a chance to take a look at the title. And at last! I already know the title. "Track No.4" is called "Neon".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;In connection of me learning to listen in this newly-heard band, I tried to listen to other albums and artist. As I was doing research and hearing different songs from different artist that belongs to different generations of different genres, I realized what I like. It was the Alternative Rock dimension of the Pilipino music scene also known as "OPM Alternative Rock".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I started listening to different bands such as Parokya ni Edgar, Kamikazee, Pupil, Sandwich, Moonstar88, Mojofly, Stonefree, Sugarfree, Soapdish, Mayonnaise, Imago and others that I'm sure I forgot. I was enjoying these bands while hearing a band name that I am not aware of. They even don't have a chart-topping song at that time, but everyone that talks about OPM does not forget to mention the band name. Until one day, a friend asked me "Meron ka na bang Ultraelectromagnetic Jam?", I answered "Ano po iyon?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"Ultraelectromagnetic Jam.". And that was the first time that I had a clear knowledge about the band that they are talking about, The Eraserheads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be continued...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;"Now everything is silent, and everything is still without you near."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;--Sponge Cola (Neon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;--ag22z&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/897225040162259410-9028290817764499118?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/9028290817764499118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=9028290817764499118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/9028290817764499118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/9028290817764499118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2010/05/shape-of-faded-shadow.html' title='Shape Of The Faded Shadow'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-3487170883154138312</id><published>2010-05-27T23:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T23:44:20.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memoirs and Indefinites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was almost a year since I last visited this page. I even never thought of visiting this site again. But, I guess I'm already here by now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The past year is great for me.I was stuck at Sinner's Lounge for a couple of months, and my musically-inspired days began after that. My regular daily practice routine came back into me. I was doing it before, but accidentally stopped it due to personal reasons, making my musical skills to somehow fade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I started listening to music when I was around 6 years old. At that time, Pop icons are dominating the music era. And of course, every icon has their own signature song. Signature songs in that time include Britney Spear's "Oops! I did it again", Christina Aguilera's "Genie in a bottle", Westlife's "Fool again", Backstreet Boys' "Larger than life". And I'll also admit, I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had their own commercial success by that time, until they slowly slowed down their pace. And thus, dominated by another music genre called "Hip-Hop/Dance"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my knowledge in the edge of Hip-hop/dance is very limited, making me unable to discuss something about such stuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the year 2005, I was again interested in the music scene. It was Original Pilipino Music (OPM) that whispered in my ear. OPM Alternative Rock Bands came out from nowhere, or should I say, their time for fame is at the very moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that era, there was this undisputed contrast between 2 bands namely Cueshe and Hale. I was listening more in the side of Cueshe since their debut single "Stay" won the race to my auditory nerve against Hale's "The day you said goodnight". Hence, making them my instant favoured band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This scene became my heaviest influence. The artists made me realize that I want to have a musically-inspired, musically-inclined and musically-oriented life. My soul knocked my mind, telling him that he wants to have a band, desperately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I watch bands perform, I was so jealous to even just their so-called "rockstar aura". I try to look like it. Wearing lousy shirts, loosely fit jeans, rubber shoes and even a dog chain connected from my wallet to my belt buckle. But there is still 1 thing that I can't do even if I want to, to have a long hair. Oh crap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After sometime, I noticed that I was too "locked up" in Cueshe's works. With that, I was starting to get bored in their music. My blood get pumped back again when I saw this music video. A very dark-themed video that included hundreds of chairs and an extremely large curtains. There is a story about the music, but the video stands on its own, and it is based on a very popular novel. The band is composed of 4 members and the video contained creepy-like stuffs (including a sudden show up of a lady in white). The melody was very humble but was heavily distorted&amp;nbsp; by the middle of the song and a simple outro licks that will soon be a great LSS factor for you. And yes, you got it right. It's Sponge Cola's "Gemini".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;to be continued...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me know if dreams can come true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--Sponge Cola (Gemini)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--ag22z&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/897225040162259410-3487170883154138312?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/3487170883154138312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=3487170883154138312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/3487170883154138312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/3487170883154138312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2010/05/memoirs-and-indefinites.html' title='Memoirs and Indefinites'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-2725464619616951689</id><published>2009-06-06T11:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:31:59.729+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is Never An Another Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Is tomorrow will be like yesterday?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;          It's been around 2 months since I last posted. How ironic is it that not posting while it is vacation. I never saw vacation either. It was not fun for me at all. I did not get what I want. Instead, it was hell. There were only too many problems to handle with and, even if I admit it or not, I lost. Yeah, it is frustrating indeed. But what can I do? It is how my life drifted and I never had the control over the accelerator nor the steering wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Those times, I never thought of being wrong, neither being right. I just wanted to be happy. But everything turned out against it. I'm just wanted to be happy but there are really persons who distorted my wishes and made me snap out of it. I tried to fight for it. I instantly lost, and, became the bad guy. It really is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          My second year in high school ended. And I'm already in my third year. I really think it is just the same. Ironically, it really has a different environment since majority of the persons in the same box as I am, is a stranger to me. Including our mentors, including our adviser, including myself. I found myself in a different dimension as compared from before. Subjects is not as easy nor is not hard as it seems ( I guess ). Classmates are not hard to be with ( I'm not sure about the others ). Personal life is not being taken to the next level, since I am facing new combinations and patterns of attitudes and lookout through life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Back during the 2 months of my absence. It almost changed everything in me. Including my life. I feel like I can't stand for myself. I am helpless with myself. I know there are some people trying to help me. But I guess, I really can not help myself even by using their help. They tried every way to help me. I don't know how to respond. What I want them to accept in me is to be happy where I am happy. I can't take it anymore. The more I get happy, the more they get mad at me. I fought for my happiness. I lost. I defended myself. I still lost. I pushed them to accept me. I lost, lost, lost, and lost. I can't help it anymore. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         Right now, I am listening to Sponge Cola's A Tear from their self-titled album, Sponge Cola ( but also available in their Extended Play ). It somehow summarizes what am I feeling. Even if Neon is my life's song, I still like this very much. It talks about the presence of a certain person and suddenly lost, trying to be happy, looking for someone, and the greatest part, being ignored even in the time that the person needs an attention to anyone especially from the most important ones. It sounds pessimist, but as pessimist that it seems. The person is just asking for an attention that no one could give.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         For this blog, as you can see, I tried a new way of posting my works. I'm already sucked with the old way. I need to change and be matured enough for the outlook of myself. I can't stick forever to those childish things forever. I must go and find another way for living. A way to fill my stomach and my pocket reasonably. I know I sound funny and immatured, but I just want to express my thoughts. I apologize if someone is getting me on their nerves and I want to thank everyone who helped me, especially Henrianne ( my girlfriend ) who keeps me optimistic and helping me to be what I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         'Till next time. Thanks. For anything you want tosay, just leave a comment. Even though the bill is not passed yet, I accept and respect the right to reply bill already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Alam kong dati ka nang masaya, pero ang problema'y ako, diba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-- Itchyworms ( Yokonakitangmakita )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22o8eliyha&lt;br /&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/897225040162259410-2725464619616951689?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/2725464619616951689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=2725464619616951689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2725464619616951689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2725464619616951689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-never-another-day.html' title='Today Is Never An Another Day'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-8014827324664850845</id><published>2009-03-31T20:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T21:18:38.802+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang Kwentang Mga Bagay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Bakit ba maraming basura sa mundo?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Magtatagalog ako ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko kaya mag-English&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba naimbento ang mga bagay?&lt;br /&gt;Necessity?&lt;br /&gt;Kahit may nasisira itong ibang bagay?&lt;br /&gt;Kahit maraming hindi sang-ayon dito?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ba naiintindihan ng gumawa ng bagay n 'yon na marami siyang sinirang buhay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ba niya kung ano ang epekto nito sa kapaligiran?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang sa kalikasan kundi sa mga tao mismo?&lt;br /&gt;Alam ba niya na maraming nasisira ang buhay dahil dito?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit hindi niya magawang makita ang mga nangyayare?&lt;br /&gt;Bulag ba siya?&lt;br /&gt;Wala talagang pakealam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Galit sa mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Galit sa tao kaya gumaganti sa ibang hindi niya kilala?&lt;br /&gt;Ano?&lt;br /&gt;Ganon na ba siya kasama&lt;br /&gt;Na pati bata sirain niya ang buhay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba kalokohan niya?&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba niya inimbento iyon?&lt;br /&gt;Naiintindihan ba niya ang mga nararamdaman ng mga taong nagmamalasakit?&lt;br /&gt;Malamang sa hindi&lt;br /&gt;Kung oo&lt;br /&gt;Edi matagal na niya tinigil ang kasamaan niya&lt;br /&gt;Kaso sadyang wala siyang kwentang tao&lt;br /&gt;Ginamit parin niya iyon para lang sa sariling interest&lt;br /&gt;Ang pera&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ba?&lt;br /&gt;Madadala mo ba pera mo sa langit o impyerno?&lt;br /&gt;Magbabayad ka ba kay San Pedro para palusutin ka?&lt;br /&gt;Magbibigay ka kay Satanas para iakyat kang langit?&lt;br /&gt;Magpapagawa ka ng casino sa kabilang buhay?&lt;br /&gt;Magtitinda ng ginawa niyang bagay na sumira sa milyon-milyong buhay na inosente?&lt;br /&gt;O sadyang gusto niya lamang na maghari sa lahat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumising ang mga naloloko&lt;br /&gt;Ano ba problema niyo&lt;br /&gt;Lahat tayo biktima&lt;br /&gt;Ako&lt;br /&gt;Ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Sila&lt;br /&gt;Kami&lt;br /&gt;Kayo&lt;br /&gt;Tayo&lt;br /&gt;TAYO&lt;br /&gt;LAHAT TAYO&lt;br /&gt;SIRA ANG BUHAY DAHIL SA ISANG WALANG KWENTANG BAGAY&lt;br /&gt;Papayag ka bang sumaya ng todo ngayon&lt;br /&gt;At durugin ang kaluluwa mo bukas?&lt;br /&gt;MAG-ISIP KA&lt;br /&gt;BAGO KA TAWAGING&lt;br /&gt;TANGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ano ba talaga mas-gusto mo? Ang beer na 'to o ang pag-ibig ko?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Itchyworms ( Beer )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc2208eliyha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/897225040162259410-8014827324664850845?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/8014827324664850845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=8014827324664850845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;"All of your efforts are either diminished, distorted, or disregarded."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It is been so hard to be with everybody&lt;br /&gt;Especially when all the thing you do&lt;br /&gt;Is a mistake in their eyes&lt;br /&gt;Pouring too much effort is not enough at all&lt;br /&gt;The worst of it&lt;br /&gt;The more effort you put on&lt;br /&gt;And was ignored in moments&lt;br /&gt;Your emotion will collapse in an instant&lt;br /&gt;And it can bring you permanent damages&lt;br /&gt;And these damages are harder to break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never seem to understand why there are people always have or like to hurt others&lt;br /&gt;Others back stab&lt;br /&gt;While others hit it head by head&lt;br /&gt;It is a little bit frustrating when one of the worthiest people turn their back against you&lt;br /&gt;Especially when you do not see any reason for it&lt;br /&gt;When somebody hits you&lt;br /&gt;Never turn again unguarded&lt;br /&gt;Fight for your goal&lt;br /&gt;How ever lost your ship is&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be able to see the shore you are searching for&lt;br /&gt;And the worst part of it&lt;br /&gt;When it is your turn to return the favor to them&lt;br /&gt;They will be more enraged to you&lt;br /&gt;Making your life an instant hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bad or a good person&lt;br /&gt;Is somebody a bad or a good one?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell who are the bad and good ones?&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell me if you are a bad or a good one?&lt;br /&gt;Majority will answer good o course&lt;br /&gt;But I'm expecting to see a person answer bad&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. why?&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;Because you returned your parents' change when they asked you to buy some eggs at the store?&lt;br /&gt;Because you "respect" everyone?&lt;br /&gt;Because you study too well?&lt;br /&gt;Because you answered you teacher immorally?&lt;br /&gt;Because you used your sister's hairspray without permission?&lt;br /&gt;Because you spanked your baby bro?&lt;br /&gt;Because you paid the right amount, or more?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it because you just liked it?&lt;br /&gt;Until now&lt;br /&gt;I can never say why everyone of us&lt;br /&gt;Admitted or not&lt;br /&gt;Judges others so drastically&lt;br /&gt;I can never say that I'm not judging people&lt;br /&gt;I also do it&lt;br /&gt;But the main point is&lt;br /&gt;Who we are to judge others?&lt;br /&gt;Are a the corrupt leader to say that we are good?&lt;br /&gt;Are we a good player of basketball to say such pike-like words that stabs others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Time won't flow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- The Speaks ( High )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc2208eliyha&lt;br /&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/897225040162259410-2355311160455736705?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/2355311160455736705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=2355311160455736705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2355311160455736705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2355311160455736705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2009/03/dust.html' title='The Dust'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-4989088638131436303</id><published>2009-03-20T20:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T09:59:37.088+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stained Glass</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Colours never shows the true meaning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I've been pretty bored today&lt;br /&gt;Not just today but the whole time around&lt;br /&gt;I never asked to cross boundaries with this life&lt;br /&gt;Even though I though I did&lt;br /&gt;I still did not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our exams this past week&lt;br /&gt;And it was a hell-damned hard&lt;br /&gt;It almost never let me to turn the wheel and a full straight ahead&lt;br /&gt;But I insisted to myself to do what I like&lt;br /&gt;So I've done what i wished for&lt;br /&gt;I just treat my afternoon as my free time&lt;br /&gt;And my evening as my last minute to complete my stuffs&lt;br /&gt;From my childhood&lt;br /&gt;I always wonder&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to go to an Primary Education Stage?&lt;br /&gt;Secondary?&lt;br /&gt;And then College where we can really push ourselves to what we like&lt;br /&gt;And after getting a job&lt;br /&gt;You'll like searching for a snow here in the Philippines when getting a job&lt;br /&gt;I always think about this routine&lt;br /&gt;Why does everybody makes life of everybody so miserable and not make it more simple?&lt;br /&gt;Having a difficult life is a very great continually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the questions really made my mouth shut and let me tell to myself&lt;br /&gt;That I'm still not enough to have great mind&lt;br /&gt;And the most frustrating part&lt;br /&gt;Is when you pushed yourself to the limit 'till you really gave up since there's no more hope&lt;br /&gt;That's the time when you'll see yourself hit the floor better&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment of one matter can really drop you for the next one&lt;br /&gt;Since most of the difficult subjects came first&lt;br /&gt;And those were the ones that destroyed me&lt;br /&gt;The next cuisines is not appreciated anymore due to the destroyed appetite&lt;br /&gt;It was really brain-twisting that even my pens gave up&lt;br /&gt;One was lost and suddenly found the day after the last exam&lt;br /&gt;And the other one almost ran out of ink&lt;br /&gt;I pity such items&lt;br /&gt;Innocently suffering 'cause of the unknown reason to them&lt;br /&gt;Not just the pens&lt;br /&gt;Include also the papers&lt;br /&gt;They were attacked by the pens by shading some part of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Studying was quite tiring&lt;br /&gt;And makes me lazy&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to read what happen what you had understand&lt;br /&gt;Over and over all the time&lt;br /&gt;It'll make you dizzy after all&lt;br /&gt;And not to absorb anything since you don't feel good while reading&lt;br /&gt;The implications very complicated though&lt;br /&gt;It feels like your running for the goal even if you must lose the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socialization&lt;br /&gt;This word doesn't sound too much to me&lt;br /&gt;I have very few friends&lt;br /&gt;Some of the others have left me&lt;br /&gt;While I left others but I also don't why&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to be alone&lt;br /&gt;Too difficult to be a loner one&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have my girl&lt;br /&gt;Friends are still different&lt;br /&gt;I envy my classmates that go to the mall together&lt;br /&gt;While for me&lt;br /&gt;I just can't go to the mall that easy&lt;br /&gt;I still have to let my parents know every details of it&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I just decline those&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm afraid to be frustrated if my parents disagree&lt;br /&gt;It is more depressing to me&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I'm the only one who is not joining them&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to go anywhere at anytime&lt;br /&gt;It feels really great&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a student&lt;br /&gt;A puppet of the higher ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Between the lines we speak that rise at me, will there ever be a chance?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Sponge Cola ( 98603 )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc2208eliyha&lt;br /&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/897225040162259410-4989088638131436303?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-779844756514180912</id><published>2009-03-20T17:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-20T17:26:38.489+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='extraa lng :))'/><title type='text'>mine :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma"&gt;&lt;font color="dodgerblue" size="2"&gt;i lloovvee youu!! hehe :)) wala lng aq magawa :)) grabe, almost four months n din tau :) and still going strong :) hope whatever happens, tau p rin :) khit pa gaano kalayo at kalupet ang mga mkakasalubong ntin n challenge :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhal n mhal ko po ikw MiNE QO! sooobrang mhal n mhal :))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897225040162259410-779844756514180912?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/779844756514180912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=779844756514180912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/779844756514180912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/779844756514180912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2009/03/mine.html' title='mine :))'/><author><name>Henrianne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_LW0lR0wXI/TavpHL-CYHI/AAAAAAAAACs/Td0MRElGw54/s220/IMG_0052.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-993086448903558632</id><published>2009-03-04T18:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:33:09.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Cigarette's Ash Drops To Your Shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"What would you do if everybody's hero betrayed you?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;I realized one thing&lt;br /&gt;That I hate my hero&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I am the only one in this world&lt;br /&gt;Who hates his hero&lt;br /&gt;I've never heard someone's scream that pointed out that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running against myself&lt;br /&gt;Unable to achieve bliss anymore&lt;br /&gt;So down&lt;br /&gt;So frustrated&lt;br /&gt;So lonely&lt;br /&gt;So loner&lt;br /&gt;So mad&lt;br /&gt;So guilt&lt;br /&gt;I felt like&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling every negative emotions in this world&lt;br /&gt;I dunno what to do for every breath I take&lt;br /&gt;Because of my problems&lt;br /&gt;I hurt the only one who lifted me up&lt;br /&gt;I was so angry to myself&lt;br /&gt;What if I lose that someone?&lt;br /&gt;Can I still breath by myself in this surrounding?&lt;br /&gt;Will someone care for me?&lt;br /&gt;Should someone love me?&lt;br /&gt;Would someone lift me back to where I was when she lifted me?&lt;br /&gt;I never think that there will be someone&lt;br /&gt;Equal or greater to how she raised me&lt;br /&gt;She taught how to blow things up&lt;br /&gt;To realize what the word LIFE means&lt;br /&gt;And now I broke her again&lt;br /&gt;I was so fixated to move even a muscle due to that&lt;br /&gt;Everybody left me aside from her&lt;br /&gt;But still&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I never treasured her because of what I've done&lt;br /&gt;I HATE MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;This is all my fault&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is running to her mind at the present&lt;br /&gt;Is she mad at me?&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame her&lt;br /&gt;I shattered the mirror we are trying to fix&lt;br /&gt;I ended up the efforts we've done to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never say what will happen next to my days&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I wish to let it end&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I can't&lt;br /&gt;The only one who supported me needs me now&lt;br /&gt;I can just leave her at that climax of the hours&lt;br /&gt;Though my depression seems to destroy my brain&lt;br /&gt;I know that I must overcome it&lt;br /&gt;Since she is the reason why I live&lt;br /&gt;Why I breath&lt;br /&gt;Why I smile&lt;br /&gt;Why I care so much&lt;br /&gt;Why I love&lt;br /&gt;I am so confused now&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is the right thing to do&lt;br /&gt;I feel like&lt;br /&gt;There's no thing for me to do&lt;br /&gt;That is RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I can't go on without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Secondhand Serenade ( Vulnerable )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22o8eliyha&lt;br /&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/897225040162259410-993086448903558632?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/993086448903558632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=993086448903558632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Doesn't mean you're addicted to it, you can not live without it. Unless you need it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It's been a while since I last posted a story-telling like entry&lt;br /&gt;There's so much things that happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It has been a very challenging role for me to be stable&lt;br /&gt;Even though I failed to do my role properly&lt;br /&gt;I'm still happy that it was not thoroughly abused&lt;br /&gt;Although we were damaged&lt;br /&gt;We still hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindrances are not hindrance at all&lt;br /&gt;They are just making lives more difficult&lt;br /&gt;Yet exciting&lt;br /&gt;They were never there due to preventing such things&lt;br /&gt;But they are present since they are included in proving trust to other people&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I forgot about it&lt;br /&gt;Is trusting someone very difficult for you?&lt;br /&gt;Please agree with me&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be alone for the answer in this question&lt;br /&gt;When you are starting to trusting a friend&lt;br /&gt;A test will suddenly appear in front of you&lt;br /&gt;With that&lt;br /&gt;You can see if you should trust your friend will all your might&lt;br /&gt;If not&lt;br /&gt;Then not&lt;br /&gt;There are also times that even if you are trusting him/her&lt;br /&gt;That time&lt;br /&gt;He/she will let go of you&lt;br /&gt;And let you fall from the chair you are sitting on&lt;br /&gt;Personally&lt;br /&gt;People letting me down removes my trust to them&lt;br /&gt;More often if they let me go more than once&lt;br /&gt;Its so hard to bring the trust to them&lt;br /&gt;That's why I lose friends more last year&lt;br /&gt;I trusted them too much&lt;br /&gt;But they never looked at me when I was gasping their attention&lt;br /&gt;Due to that&lt;br /&gt;I never hesitated to let go of them&lt;br /&gt;I always depend on myself that they will never turn their backs against me&lt;br /&gt;But what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened to us&lt;br /&gt;They let me fall&lt;br /&gt;They let me fail&lt;br /&gt;They let me forget about them&lt;br /&gt;They are not my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These past few days&lt;br /&gt;I had fun&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday&lt;br /&gt;It was a fine day&lt;br /&gt;A very fine day&lt;br /&gt;We had a picture in a studio&lt;br /&gt;Had a coffee in Starbucks&lt;br /&gt;I ordered Caramel Frappe&lt;br /&gt;While Ria ordered Chocochip Frappe&lt;br /&gt;Don't know the exact names&lt;br /&gt;It was great&lt;br /&gt;A lifetime experience&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We went to the city library&lt;br /&gt;Outside was a busy avenue waiting for us&lt;br /&gt;There are too many things for us to buy&lt;br /&gt;Especially street foods&lt;br /&gt;There are a lots of street food&lt;br /&gt;And the blissful part of it&lt;br /&gt;It is available in very cheap price&lt;br /&gt;You can buy so many foods in just 20PhP&lt;br /&gt;After gliding around&lt;br /&gt;We stop by the ice cream store&lt;br /&gt;Bought some pizza and ice cream&lt;br /&gt;It was great&lt;br /&gt;I believe that this will stay in line forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for spending time reading this&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a nice minutes with my story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I am boundless. Tell me in time, let spread these wings. I am free."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Sponge Cola ( Boundless )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22o8eliyha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/897225040162259410-7450350203375469899?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/7450350203375469899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=7450350203375469899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"What's the use of turning back if there will be no way for you to go where you came from?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ever felt like alone?&lt;br /&gt;Enraged with yourself to blame on?&lt;br /&gt;The one you whom depend on left you alone in the air?&lt;br /&gt;Running back to nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;Well my friend&lt;br /&gt;Sit along&lt;br /&gt;We have a story to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's the reason&lt;br /&gt;I really really hate them&lt;br /&gt;I always thought it was due to inequality&lt;br /&gt;But as I turn the pages&lt;br /&gt;There seems to be a new meaning&lt;br /&gt;Living with them is not a great idea for me&lt;br /&gt;There's no ending in contrasting ideologies&lt;br /&gt;The one believes that they are perfect&lt;br /&gt;While the other reclaims to be a sinner&lt;br /&gt;The one is a perfect since they never commit mistakes in their life&lt;br /&gt;And the other one accepts his defeat and downfalls&lt;br /&gt;Such an inadequate comparison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we walk in this life&lt;br /&gt;We will see different colours that will blind us&lt;br /&gt;We can feel like we are walking in the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;The one you that you thought as beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Will be the one to bring you on your knees&lt;br /&gt;Asking if there will be light is not bad at all&lt;br /&gt;It is just a matter of knowing what awaits you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;But I'm really mad at them&lt;br /&gt;I was gasping for freedom in their kingdom&lt;br /&gt;I felt like there's no trust from them for me to hold&lt;br /&gt;The worst part is&lt;br /&gt;They are pushing every positive thing inside my mind&lt;br /&gt;Even if I can not feel it already&lt;br /&gt;It's very hard to believe that they can never give you&lt;br /&gt;What you really wanted&lt;br /&gt;They always say that you have their trust&lt;br /&gt;But when you see the other one&lt;br /&gt;You can really tell that there's no room for you&lt;br /&gt;You don't have even a bit of their trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still&lt;br /&gt;I'm still happy&lt;br /&gt;Aside the fact that I'm suffering&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to my girlfriend, Ria&lt;br /&gt;She never stand and wait for me&lt;br /&gt;She never looked and let go&lt;br /&gt;Especially the time I need her most&lt;br /&gt;When the world tries to throw me&lt;br /&gt;She is the only that refrained&lt;br /&gt;And making it not to happen&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy she's MINE&lt;br /&gt;And with that&lt;br /&gt;They can never push me to stop loving her&lt;br /&gt;Who in the hell are they at the first place?&lt;br /&gt;They are not my wheels for my life&lt;br /&gt;I have my own decision&lt;br /&gt;They have no right no tell me what shall I do&lt;br /&gt;Even if I'm a male&lt;br /&gt;I'M STILL A HUMAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"We share the sorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--- Sponge Cola ( All We Need )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22o8eliyha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/897225040162259410-7981705351224423931?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/7981705351224423931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=7981705351224423931&amp;isPopup=true' 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type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"I'm running in a beam of light where shadows don't exist. Every step I take seems to kill the inside of me. As I stare to the sky, I realize that the cries of the unknown species where I belong was slowly bleeding, and can't be healed anymore. I'm gasping for something I don't own but treating as my own property. And when the time comes that I reach the end, there will be nothing for me but to become a shadow where nobody can see me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not in good condition these past few days&lt;br /&gt;I was depressed&lt;br /&gt;I know it may not sound good since I'm a male&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a human breathing for someone&lt;br /&gt;It was bit hard for me since the truth&lt;br /&gt;There was a time where I felt that I'm alone in my own world&lt;br /&gt;I really don't like to put it in here&lt;br /&gt;I just put it just to express myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't also hold myself&lt;br /&gt;There's only one person whom I shared everything that runs in my mind on that particular time&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want her to be affected since she was also damaged&lt;br /&gt;Sorry...&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want you to feel what gasping is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stocked between myself and my emotions&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I never want it to run that way&lt;br /&gt;But I have no power to stop the clock's movement&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can do is to let time pass by&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm running without any direction&lt;br /&gt;I also think that that will mark an end&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately&lt;br /&gt;It is not&lt;br /&gt;But there's another day for me to treat like the day where I will day&lt;br /&gt;It will be 3 days from now&lt;br /&gt;I really have no clue for that particular date&lt;br /&gt;Aside of the way I think that I will sink&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that day will be an illusion or just the dream I had last night&lt;br /&gt;It was not too highlight&lt;br /&gt;But there's a scene that almost killed me&lt;br /&gt;I'm trusting that person so I don't think that it'll happen&lt;br /&gt;Well, sorry for my entry today is full of unspecific thoughts and logic&lt;br /&gt;I just still want some privacy even though I almost said everything&lt;br /&gt;This morning&lt;br /&gt;During our English class&lt;br /&gt;We had an exam&lt;br /&gt;But since I finished it&lt;br /&gt;I sleep for a while&lt;br /&gt;When I wake up&lt;br /&gt;I felt a little bit lighter&lt;br /&gt;I realized that when the time I was asleep&lt;br /&gt;I was out of this world&lt;br /&gt;I forgot everything in my life&lt;br /&gt;Even my own name&lt;br /&gt;And the best part is&lt;br /&gt;It is like my own world where I'm alone before&lt;br /&gt;So dark that even lights can't shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I lost again?&lt;br /&gt;I also felt bad in this box&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in here is just the same&lt;br /&gt;They can't trust the black sheep&lt;br /&gt;All they can do is to trust the precious one&lt;br /&gt;And blame everything that happens on the black one&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't blame them too much&lt;br /&gt;I know I had my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;But the hardest thing is that&lt;br /&gt;They'll push you to your limits&lt;br /&gt;Just to say that you are nothing in this box&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a life&lt;br /&gt;Not too free&lt;br /&gt;But free to even one aspect&lt;br /&gt;The aspect I share with her&lt;br /&gt;Being with her is always a blissful second&lt;br /&gt;But with them binding my shadow&lt;br /&gt;It was such an unpleasant minute&lt;br /&gt;Even you are enjoying every moment you share&lt;br /&gt;You still can't move freely if you are inside a cage that you are with anywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted this to become this&lt;br /&gt;Hope you understand&lt;br /&gt;When something happens to me badly&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy being with you&lt;br /&gt;But it was such a tightrope where I was caught&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Close your eyes and everything comes to life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---- Sponge Cola ( Lights )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--marc22o8eliyha&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-2945962134092932512?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/2945962134092932512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=2945962134092932512&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Currently at an I-cafe&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly bored&lt;br /&gt;Feeling fine&lt;br /&gt;I little bit better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's fine&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit pressuring&lt;br /&gt;Feeling very tense&lt;br /&gt;Grades made me sunk in the ground&lt;br /&gt;It almost killed me&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that this is the last quarter for me to do such things&lt;br /&gt;It was never an easier way for me&lt;br /&gt;My teacher said that my Filipino was a positive one&lt;br /&gt;But my Chemistry has a negative 3 disadvantage against me&lt;br /&gt;Also, my Advance Algebra&lt;br /&gt;I felt that it will sink&lt;br /&gt;Our project in Filipino is somehow difficult&lt;br /&gt;We will have a role-play for Florante at Laura&lt;br /&gt;It is a love story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days were torn apart&lt;br /&gt;There was no day for me to sleep tightly&lt;br /&gt;There was too much emotions&lt;br /&gt;I hate this time of life&lt;br /&gt;Feels like everything that's mine&lt;br /&gt;Is getting lost 'cause they're pulling them&lt;br /&gt;Including the only person I own&lt;br /&gt;He tried to get&lt;br /&gt;One word&lt;br /&gt;M*****F*****&lt;br /&gt;Get lost&lt;br /&gt;She's mine&lt;br /&gt;Not yours&lt;br /&gt;One more major problem for me&lt;br /&gt;I really felt that my grades are gasping&lt;br /&gt;And the higher-ups demand for more&lt;br /&gt;Are they going to stop us?&lt;br /&gt;Will she let go 'cause of that?&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be left in the center&lt;br /&gt;Is there a chance for me to revive it?&lt;br /&gt;Is this my last breathe?&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing left for me to hold?&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to be the loner-type once again just because of them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days were really bad&lt;br /&gt;There are times were I lost myself&lt;br /&gt;There are times i hate myself&lt;br /&gt;There are time even people around are getting involved in my agony&lt;br /&gt;I don't want that to happen&lt;br /&gt;They are innocent&lt;br /&gt;My misery is non of their business&lt;br /&gt;This is my world&lt;br /&gt;There's not a part of it for them&lt;br /&gt;Aside the fact that almost my whole life is given to someone already&lt;br /&gt;The one that cared about me&lt;br /&gt;The one that love me&lt;br /&gt;The one that made me happy&lt;br /&gt;The one that made me feel special&lt;br /&gt;The one that's MINE&lt;br /&gt;Wish we're stronger and unbreakable&lt;br /&gt;Wishing that she won't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You can thank all the stars all you want but, I'll always be the lucky one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Rico Blanco ( Your Universe )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22o8eliyha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Screams'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-3118189972058187529</id><published>2009-01-24T12:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:19:45.454+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why does every second cotinues to fall?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;There's nothing special these past few days&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't have anything to write in this entry&lt;br /&gt;I was just bored&lt;br /&gt;And Ria asked me to do some&lt;br /&gt;And this is my another junk product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I woke up around 10am&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have complete sleep since I'm doing something&lt;br /&gt;Not the one you are thinking right now&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation the whole night&lt;br /&gt;But it was not up to the fullest&lt;br /&gt;I was fixing our computer&lt;br /&gt;To make it a Wi-Fi ready one&lt;br /&gt;It was way too hard&lt;br /&gt;I failed&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do next&lt;br /&gt;It was a hell&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why did they like to have it as a wireless one&lt;br /&gt;Since it'll do just the same&lt;br /&gt;Having a static connection was too easy&lt;br /&gt;Just like a puzzle&lt;br /&gt;Connecting wires to different port&lt;br /&gt;And it is already done&lt;br /&gt;While in wireless one&lt;br /&gt;You still have to remember different codes and passwords&lt;br /&gt;They just don't get how hard it is to fix such connection&lt;br /&gt;Since it is not them who will fix it&lt;br /&gt;But the slave named me&lt;br /&gt;They never cared at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a dentist&lt;br /&gt;And went to a nearby grocery&lt;br /&gt;At the grocery&lt;br /&gt;I saw store selling pins&lt;br /&gt;And I bought 3 pieces&lt;br /&gt;2 pieces of pin with a design of number 22&lt;br /&gt;While the other one is 17&lt;br /&gt;As I go home&lt;br /&gt;To our house I mean&lt;br /&gt;I fixed my guitar case and put my newly bought pins&lt;br /&gt;My guitar case looks good after&lt;br /&gt;I have 9 pins in the case&lt;br /&gt;In was a good design&lt;br /&gt;I'm still planning to cover the whole guitar case with pins&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that it'll look good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I just simply don't know what's next for me&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm listening to my created Sponge Cola playlist&lt;br /&gt;It is all the Sponge Cola songs&lt;br /&gt;Including songs from their EP&lt;br /&gt;From Palabas: The Romeo and Juliet Experience&lt;br /&gt;From Transit Deluxe&lt;br /&gt;From Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;And even some unreleased singles&lt;br /&gt;It is great&lt;br /&gt;Right now is an unreleased song entitle&lt;br /&gt;"She Don't"&lt;br /&gt;It is a nice song&lt;br /&gt;Simple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still trying to think something for this to become longer&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know why am I so addicted to Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;I'm not getting tired of listening to their songs&lt;br /&gt;Unlike hits from other artist&lt;br /&gt;After listening for the same song in 2 hour straight&lt;br /&gt;I like to change it already&lt;br /&gt;But in Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to it since I was grade 5&lt;br /&gt;Which is around 4 years ago&lt;br /&gt;And I never find it it awful&lt;br /&gt;It is still in harmony&lt;br /&gt;Way too good&lt;br /&gt;I even asked my friends and relatives to listen to them&lt;br /&gt;And they also found them good&lt;br /&gt;Even my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;She's a listener of foreign songs&lt;br /&gt;But she chose a Sponge Cola song for us&lt;br /&gt;She enjoyed it too much&lt;br /&gt;My cousins&lt;br /&gt;They like religious songs&lt;br /&gt;After hearing Sponge Cola songs&lt;br /&gt;They also found it good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I don't have anything left for this one&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I let myself to drown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---- Sponge Cola ( She Don't )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--marc22o8eliyha&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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fall?'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-5682269710921803606</id><published>2009-01-22T20:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T22:23:27.537+08:00</updated><title type='text'>22</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Halika ka.&lt;br /&gt;Iyong lunurin ang problema't kalimutan.&lt;br /&gt;May tanong pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;'Di na kailangang magisip pagkat bughaw ang ating langit."&lt;br /&gt;These are the 1st 4 lines of the 1st verse of the song 22&lt;br /&gt;Made by Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;It was asking for the listener's trust&lt;br /&gt;And leave behind those bad memories&lt;br /&gt;That is to be replaced by new and exciting ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22&lt;br /&gt;A very special number in my life&lt;br /&gt;It is not a date that is connected to my love life&lt;br /&gt;It is not a date of something memorable&lt;br /&gt;It is not a date that lived in infamy&lt;br /&gt;But it is a date for myself to serve myself&lt;br /&gt;Aside from I'm just using myself for my own good&lt;br /&gt;And let him be the one to suffer all my deeds&lt;br /&gt;Such an imbalance for both of us&lt;br /&gt;22 has been my number since around grade 6&lt;br /&gt;The first number that caught my attention was 25&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know why did I like that&lt;br /&gt;But I played with it&lt;br /&gt;'Till I realized that 22 is much better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Malapit na akong matunaw.&lt;br /&gt;Puso ko't damdamin ay sumisigaw."&lt;br /&gt;There are other numbers that I like&lt;br /&gt;Including my special 8&lt;br /&gt;Funny reasoned 4&lt;br /&gt;Semi-special numbers 17,14 and 29&lt;br /&gt;And another special 13&lt;br /&gt;4 is the only favorite number for personal reason&lt;br /&gt;While the others is because my an aspect of my life&lt;br /&gt;Having many numbers is sometimes difficult&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know what you will prioritize&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Feeling jealous or some kind when you saw it to others&lt;br /&gt;But if you have many of those&lt;br /&gt;It simply means you treasure something due to it&lt;br /&gt;And it means to me that you are treasuring even a part of your short life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ito na ang sandali.&lt;br /&gt;Asahan mong makikinig ng walang maliw.&lt;br /&gt;'Di na kailangan pang itago ang nadarama't magduda.&lt;br /&gt;Matagal ka nang naiinip diba?"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you are right&lt;br /&gt;Today is my day&lt;br /&gt;My day in the 2009th year&lt;br /&gt;And I am very happy today&lt;br /&gt;Aside from receiving presents including today&lt;br /&gt;I received 3 pins from my 3 former classmates&lt;br /&gt;I got to play Need For Speed: Undercover and Naruto Shippuden: Narutimate Accel 2&lt;br /&gt;In NFS&lt;br /&gt;I've used Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX&lt;br /&gt;I won't against my friend&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if it is Bryan or Daryl&lt;br /&gt;It was fun&lt;br /&gt;We played a Sprint mode&lt;br /&gt;While in Naruto&lt;br /&gt;I've used my personal favorite&lt;br /&gt;'Akasuna No Sasori'&lt;br /&gt;Or simply 'Sasori of the Red Sands'&lt;br /&gt;He's a hell of a character&lt;br /&gt;Not as popular as Naruto&lt;br /&gt;Not as handsome as Sasuke&lt;br /&gt;Not as fast as Rock Lee&lt;br /&gt;Not as powerful but Gaara&lt;br /&gt;Not as senseful like Neji&lt;br /&gt;Not as wise as Shikamaru&lt;br /&gt;But simply everything like himself&lt;br /&gt;He has his own identity&lt;br /&gt;I lost the match&lt;br /&gt;But before they go home&lt;br /&gt;We played Tekken 5&lt;br /&gt;It was 0-13 in favor of me&lt;br /&gt;I was using Lee Chaolan and Hwoarang&lt;br /&gt;They are using Devil Jin, Bruce, Steve, Hwoarang and Yoshimitsu&lt;br /&gt;They can never get up against my combo for the both players&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dahil ako'y nasasabik sa muli mong pagdampi sa aking labi.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkat ngayo'y hinahanap-hanap parin,&lt;br /&gt;Ang iyong tamis,&lt;br /&gt;Sa tuwi't-tuwina."&lt;br /&gt;It was my most memorable birthday&lt;br /&gt;Since it was my 1st birthday to be with my girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;It was fun&lt;br /&gt;We had a time of our lives&lt;br /&gt;And we simply wanna stop the movements of the clock's time&lt;br /&gt;I guess I've told everything about today&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Life is just not fair at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---- Sponge Cola ( Cigarette )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--marc22o8eliyha&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/897225040162259410-5682269710921803606?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/5682269710921803606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=5682269710921803606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/5682269710921803606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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my mind as I started this one&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special&lt;br /&gt;And it was unintentional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was bored during the 2nd day before this&lt;br /&gt;Or was I never be able to fulfill my time?&lt;br /&gt;It was always boring&lt;br /&gt;Not busy&lt;br /&gt;But maybe&lt;br /&gt;Busy because bored&lt;br /&gt;Seems like it was nonsense&lt;br /&gt;So as I&lt;br /&gt;Did you find me nonsense?&lt;br /&gt;If yes&lt;br /&gt;Good&lt;br /&gt;If not&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have a problem&lt;br /&gt;But I would like to hear your suggestions&lt;br /&gt;Just put some comments&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm doing nothing that's why I'm making this&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow was our last day of exam&lt;br /&gt;Last day of inhumane torture while we are breathing&lt;br /&gt;Such a suicide for everyone of us&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind it all&lt;br /&gt;Even though  I need to have a good grades for a reason&lt;br /&gt;But I never liked studying&lt;br /&gt;I remember around 9 years ago&lt;br /&gt;While I was in kindergarten stage 1&lt;br /&gt;I asked my parents to cancel my Chinese lesson&lt;br /&gt;They said that it was required for our level&lt;br /&gt;And now&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 3rd year high school in just a few months from now&lt;br /&gt;Yet&lt;br /&gt;I just remembered that I said that to my parents&lt;br /&gt;When I'm sharing my story to someone&lt;br /&gt;And then I said&lt;br /&gt;"Ano ba 'tong kalokohan ko? Bakit 'di ko pa tinigil noon? Tuloy nahirapan ako at pinagtatawanan pa ako ngayon."&lt;br /&gt;What a nonsense field my mind is running at&lt;br /&gt;I also know that my grammar is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Please accept it&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a student&lt;br /&gt;Not a dictionary nor a grammar book&lt;br /&gt;But even those things get some mistakes also&lt;br /&gt;Well, there's just no perfect thing in this whole world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write in this entry&lt;br /&gt;I just right what is passing by my mind&lt;br /&gt;Guess you are thinking what are the connections of my stories&lt;br /&gt;The only connection is they happened in my life even just once&lt;br /&gt;And with that fact&lt;br /&gt;I can't throw them away&lt;br /&gt;It is me&lt;br /&gt;That is me&lt;br /&gt;This is my world&lt;br /&gt;I just can't turn around and forget everything I've done&lt;br /&gt;If that time comes&lt;br /&gt;Then I prooved to myself that I'm just using myself for my own good&lt;br /&gt;Pity him&lt;br /&gt;Just being used by someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was about to study right now&lt;br /&gt;But I was bored&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this&lt;br /&gt;I was playing my guitar before this&lt;br /&gt;Playing hits by Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;I watched their gig on a television show&lt;br /&gt;And I realize that I like to hear them again&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I'm doing&lt;br /&gt;Playing them 5 albums&lt;br /&gt;Including singles form other albums&lt;br /&gt;In Case Of Fire from 5 On The Floor is in the hot seat right now&lt;br /&gt;I don't like foreign songs at all&lt;br /&gt;Just very few of them&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the reason&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is certain&lt;br /&gt;I like OPM music&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I like it&lt;br /&gt;Not because I'm a Filipino&lt;br /&gt;I like the meanings&lt;br /&gt;The hymms&lt;br /&gt;The tempo&lt;br /&gt;The combination and timing of instruments&lt;br /&gt;Their just simply great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anymore for me to say?&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking here&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to share this thing&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my day&lt;br /&gt;So there's a very big possiblity that I won't be posting anything in here&lt;br /&gt;There will be some friends going to be present at my crib&lt;br /&gt;Including The Uy brothers&lt;br /&gt;My former classmate named Franklin&lt;br /&gt;My cousing Eirene&lt;br /&gt;And my girl Ria&lt;br /&gt;I guess it will be my greatest one&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm sharing that day with someone very special&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;Not special actually&lt;br /&gt;She's just my life&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look on Take Note of Me&lt;br /&gt;If you like to that I'm a stupid hopeless romantic guy&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead&lt;br /&gt;I won't try to stop you&lt;br /&gt;It's your decision&lt;br /&gt;Your idea&lt;br /&gt;I've got nothing to say to you&lt;br /&gt;Just take care of karma&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding&lt;br /&gt;Too boastful am I&lt;br /&gt;Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm getting nonsense already&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go&lt;br /&gt;Check back for more updates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Don't believe, everything, everything you see. Don't believe, everything, everything you feel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;---- Sandwich ( In Case Of Fire )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22o8eliyha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-4110572402204444381?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/4110572402204444381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-6974318729367422860</id><published>2009-01-19T20:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T13:22:18.238+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Assassination Of Ignorance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It was a fairly hard day today&lt;br /&gt;Doing unusual things that I never do during ordinary days&lt;br /&gt;There was a little bit nice experience to be share of&lt;br /&gt;If you are bored&lt;br /&gt;Or just curious of my day&lt;br /&gt;You are very much welcome and appreciated&lt;br /&gt;Or if not&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this introduction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's somehow alike to other mornings&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get up of from bed&lt;br /&gt;And returning after a few seconds&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special&lt;br /&gt;There's only one slightly unusual thing I've done this mornin'&lt;br /&gt;I taken a picture of mine&lt;br /&gt;Even though i covered my face with the camera I've used&lt;br /&gt;My left eye was still in sight&lt;br /&gt;It was somehow a nice shot&lt;br /&gt;It was a command&lt;br /&gt;That's a reason why I've done it&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked me to do it&lt;br /&gt;I think you already know who SHE is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at school&lt;br /&gt;Not exactly on time&lt;br /&gt;But before the cut-off time for tardy students&lt;br /&gt;Just as usual&lt;br /&gt;We talked for a while just before the flag ceremony started&lt;br /&gt;Then SHE came&lt;br /&gt;And talked to her even for a while&lt;br /&gt;As we go to our room for the examination&lt;br /&gt;We studied Biology&lt;br /&gt;Thinking it was a difficult one for us&lt;br /&gt;Except for Ria&lt;br /&gt;She's a Biology Queen&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;A Biology Quiz Bee Contestant&lt;br /&gt;She was 3rd place in the whole division i think&lt;br /&gt;In fact&lt;br /&gt;She was exempted for Biology's 2nd quarter exam&lt;br /&gt;Lucky her&lt;br /&gt;How I envy her&lt;br /&gt;Anyway&lt;br /&gt;We just studied and studied&lt;br /&gt;'Till the exam cam&lt;br /&gt;It was English&lt;br /&gt;Even though I didn't study enough for that&lt;br /&gt;It was a little bit good&lt;br /&gt;Since it was more of analysis&lt;br /&gt;Just kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;That it was not an exam&lt;br /&gt;So I should not be pressured nor be confused due to the situation&lt;br /&gt;Just enjoy shading the squares like a kindergarten student&lt;br /&gt;Just shade, shade, shade and shade the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;So as the Biology&lt;br /&gt;Even though there is a twist of Mathematics due to the FOIL  method&lt;br /&gt;It was still fine&lt;br /&gt;Computer&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd subject for today&lt;br /&gt;Was a hell&lt;br /&gt;Or less I think&lt;br /&gt;We asked to code too many things&lt;br /&gt;'Causing my hand to fell pain due to pressured writing&lt;br /&gt;It also made my head ache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go home&lt;br /&gt;I just took of my shoes&lt;br /&gt;And attacked the bed&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I lose&lt;br /&gt;I took a nap before I eat lunch&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 3pm&lt;br /&gt;Still in my school's uniform&lt;br /&gt;And started to eat lunch even though it was already time for an afternoon snack&lt;br /&gt;I ate rich meal having Laing as my main dish&lt;br /&gt;It was good&lt;br /&gt;It never tasted like grass as I expected&lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;After eating&lt;br /&gt;I studied Plane Geometry and called Ria&lt;br /&gt;It was not too long 'till I studied Values&lt;br /&gt;Ria and I talked for about 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;She left 'cause she's going to eat noodles&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what noodles it is&lt;br /&gt;After an hour&lt;br /&gt;We talked again&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying each other's company even we are not able to see each other&lt;br /&gt;'Till now&lt;br /&gt;I just stopped talking to her since I was trying to study&lt;br /&gt;Even I'm making this blog&lt;br /&gt;How confusing am I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this morning&lt;br /&gt;While inside the room of the 3rd year class&lt;br /&gt;Since we are having our exam there&lt;br /&gt;Gerald received a free C2 from me&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;He found my long lost missing Advance Algebra notebook&lt;br /&gt;It was a great treasure for me&lt;br /&gt;Since it was a good reference for me aside from the fact that I don't usually write notes&lt;br /&gt;It was still good to have it back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;I dunno when will be the next post&lt;br /&gt;Farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Half the time. These simple lines, may not mean a word to you. Keep in mind. That these simple lines, mean all the world to me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Sponge Cola ( Keep The Fire Burning )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22o8eliyha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-6974318729367422860?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/6974318729367422860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=6974318729367422860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/6974318729367422860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/6974318729367422860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2009/01/assassination-of-ignorance.html' title='Assassination Of Ignorance'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-5029544627810323152</id><published>2009-01-18T09:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T10:51:11.637+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Must Have Left Without You. Just When I Thought I Found You.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Greetings&lt;br /&gt;For about 3 months&lt;br /&gt;I'm back&lt;br /&gt;To share stories&lt;br /&gt;To share mem'ries&lt;br /&gt;To share my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the times that I never entered any entry&lt;br /&gt;I felt almost every ups and downs of life&lt;br /&gt;Particularly to the aspect of affection&lt;br /&gt;There were happiness&lt;br /&gt;Guilt&lt;br /&gt;Sadness&lt;br /&gt;Bliss&lt;br /&gt;Excitement&lt;br /&gt;Fear&lt;br /&gt;I think that I almost felt every emotions&lt;br /&gt;I also never knew that there was a side of me&lt;br /&gt;That can do such things to myself&lt;br /&gt;Can do such thing I thought I can never do&lt;br /&gt;And I was happy for myself in that part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;November&lt;br /&gt;One of the most blissful moments of my life&lt;br /&gt;There were many things happened&lt;br /&gt;To start studying and striving for more&lt;br /&gt;'Till enjoying every second of my life limit&lt;br /&gt;I had a good interest in academics in this time&lt;br /&gt;Might be because of Ria's command&lt;br /&gt;I was forced to keep focused on the things around me&lt;br /&gt;I thing I haven't introduced her to you&lt;br /&gt;Henrianne Juanico Dela Cruz&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple girl&lt;br /&gt;Having extraordinary brains&lt;br /&gt;And extraordinary personality&lt;br /&gt;Not like the others that can give you everything&lt;br /&gt;But she's not like also the others&lt;br /&gt;That can love you too much&lt;br /&gt;Of course I admit&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hell of an hopeless-romantic person (ayan mine ah, sikat ka nnmn hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;We went in an anime event&lt;br /&gt;Together with my two other cousins and my sister&lt;br /&gt;My sister was so shocked when she knew that I was courting her&lt;br /&gt;She asked me if when did I started&lt;br /&gt;I answered&lt;br /&gt;"Lam na nila Papa"&lt;br /&gt;Then I laughed&lt;br /&gt;But I answered the truth afterward&lt;br /&gt;20th of October&lt;br /&gt;November is also when she visited our home&lt;br /&gt;It was fun&lt;br /&gt;A very mem'rable experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December&lt;br /&gt;One of the Most Blissful and Most Miserable one&lt;br /&gt;She answered me by December 8&lt;br /&gt;Around less than 2 month since I started courting her&lt;br /&gt;It first it was way too fine&lt;br /&gt;I was accepted by her parents&lt;br /&gt;Same as her&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is&lt;br /&gt;My parents somehow had a hard time&lt;br /&gt;In my transition of generaton&lt;br /&gt;I was entering a world of the next age&lt;br /&gt;I understand them&lt;br /&gt;But that made a major problem&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to let go&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted at first&lt;br /&gt;But she insisted and said that I must fix my problem with my parents&lt;br /&gt;So after that incident&lt;br /&gt;I confronted them immediately&lt;br /&gt;Hour after&lt;br /&gt;We were fixed again&lt;br /&gt;Even though there might be scratches left&lt;br /&gt;Scratches that might be literal or not&lt;br /&gt;But that was not the only time we experienced to be cracked&lt;br /&gt;The major one was when I tried to go&lt;br /&gt;She was out of herself&lt;br /&gt;I was still the one coming back to her arms&lt;br /&gt;At first she never wanted to go back&lt;br /&gt;Since she might be thinking that I might do it again&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop her for thinking about that&lt;br /&gt;It caused her a great damage&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;But try to fix her again&lt;br /&gt;And Blame myself for breaking her down&lt;br /&gt;It was all my fault&lt;br /&gt;Not her&lt;br /&gt;Time goes by&lt;br /&gt;We still together&lt;br /&gt;But there was slight changes happening between the two of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January&lt;br /&gt;Slight problem occured&lt;br /&gt;But it can't bring us down&lt;br /&gt;We had our first month&lt;br /&gt;We spend the day a little less time together&lt;br /&gt;Since she was busy studying for a Mathematics' Competition&lt;br /&gt;She's way to smarter than I&lt;br /&gt;Few days after&lt;br /&gt;Problem strikes&lt;br /&gt;She had enough&lt;br /&gt;And wishing me to let go of her&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted but since I know that it is her decision&lt;br /&gt;She'll be happy with that&lt;br /&gt;I'm just setting my mind to be happy for her also&lt;br /&gt;Except the fact that it caused me too much pain&lt;br /&gt;Up to the point that I wanted to fail my grades&lt;br /&gt;I was out of myself for two consecutive day&lt;br /&gt;For the third day&lt;br /&gt;Just like Jesus&lt;br /&gt;She came back&lt;br /&gt;Even though  there was pain&lt;br /&gt;I know that it will be healed by time&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going back to normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back probably on January 22&lt;br /&gt;My birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;"Fixated."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;---- Sponge Cola ( Saturn )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;--marc2208eliyha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-5029544627810323152?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/5029544627810323152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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Just When I Thought I Found You.'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-1621363905700086468</id><published>2008-10-27T17:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T17:27:57.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>***hold***</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;For some personal reason&lt;br /&gt;I won't be publishing blogs in the next few months&lt;br /&gt;My apologies&lt;br /&gt;But as soon as I wanted to do so&lt;br /&gt;There will be a new one&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;I extend my apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I've seen Saturn thru a telescope..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---- Sponge Cola ( Saturn )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-1621363905700086468?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/1621363905700086468/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-2729379405781408147</id><published>2008-10-25T18:24:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T20:51:18.542+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusive Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The surrounding's dark&lt;br /&gt;Can't barely see a thing&lt;br /&gt;Even though I can see a pole of light&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to hold it&lt;br /&gt;Neither look at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time came&lt;br /&gt;Every eye was focused one me&lt;br /&gt;I can't make unnecessary movements&lt;br /&gt;I just stared back in the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring every facade&lt;br /&gt;I walked around&lt;br /&gt;Every step I take&lt;br /&gt;Pausing for a while to think&lt;br /&gt;If there's no one to make fun of me&lt;br /&gt;I can not allow myself to be conquered by anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New light poles are showing their brightness&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which one is a bright one&lt;br /&gt;Nor the dark one&lt;br /&gt;All I know at the moment&lt;br /&gt;Their color&lt;br /&gt;Some are blue&lt;br /&gt;Some are red&lt;br /&gt;Some are yellow&lt;br /&gt;Some are green&lt;br /&gt;The rest is black&lt;br /&gt;But one color withstand against the others&lt;br /&gt;It is only of its kind&lt;br /&gt;A white pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmerized due to its facade&lt;br /&gt;I try to go nearby&lt;br /&gt;As I step&lt;br /&gt;The poles are starting to disappear&lt;br /&gt;But as I leave their place&lt;br /&gt;They shined again&lt;br /&gt;I can not get their logic for doing such things&lt;br /&gt;But I guessed they are just playing with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another white light was spotted&lt;br /&gt;Still&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused&lt;br /&gt;Why is there only two&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the other&lt;br /&gt;Especially the black one's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold every light poles&lt;br /&gt;At last&lt;br /&gt;They let me hold them&lt;br /&gt;I can now hold every color I like&lt;br /&gt;But another mystery has arise&lt;br /&gt;Why does the black light change it's colour when I hold them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed for a while&lt;br /&gt;They seemed to like me in a way&lt;br /&gt;I played with them&lt;br /&gt;They gave me more brightness&lt;br /&gt;I stared at every pole&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that these lights can be with me forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I interact with each other&lt;br /&gt;The blue lights became darker than itself&lt;br /&gt;The red ones became pink&lt;br /&gt;The yellow is changing into gold&lt;br /&gt;The green is also changing into a gray one&lt;br /&gt;The group of black remained black&lt;br /&gt;So as the two poles of white lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm starting to lose my breathe&lt;br /&gt;Asking help to every pole&lt;br /&gt;They can't seem to move&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hold them&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;I can hold the light poles like an ordinary pole&lt;br /&gt;I hold every color&lt;br /&gt;Except for the black poles&lt;br /&gt;And two white poles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when the thing I feared most&lt;br /&gt;Happened&lt;br /&gt;Every pole I can hold&lt;br /&gt;Was now like just an ordinary light pole&lt;br /&gt;They even changed their facades&lt;br /&gt;The dark blue group has became darker&lt;br /&gt;Some of the dark blue members became black&lt;br /&gt;The pink returned to its original color&lt;br /&gt;The gold maintained its colour&lt;br /&gt;But it became brighter&lt;br /&gt;The gray poles disappeared&lt;br /&gt;The black remained black&lt;br /&gt;The white poles became brighter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For that incident&lt;br /&gt;I already ignored every light poles&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to the white poles&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold them with my bare hands&lt;br /&gt;They let me hold them&lt;br /&gt;Like the others&lt;br /&gt;They are like a real pole&lt;br /&gt;So by their sides&lt;br /&gt;Is where I stayed for awhile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time continues to flow&lt;br /&gt;So is my life&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I'm gasping for air&lt;br /&gt;Very difficult to breath&lt;br /&gt;Can't live for much longer&lt;br /&gt;As for the two poles&lt;br /&gt;I hold them tighter&lt;br /&gt;Symptom that I need their presence&lt;br /&gt;As I tried to close my grip while holding them&lt;br /&gt;The pole at my right started to become brighter than before&lt;br /&gt;I was relieved&lt;br /&gt;I believed that this one won't leave me&lt;br /&gt;So I let go to the pole at my left&lt;br /&gt;And started to hold the pole at my right&lt;br /&gt;It became brighter&lt;br /&gt;I smiled slightly&lt;br /&gt;I trusted the pole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time pass by&lt;br /&gt;My time is coming near&lt;br /&gt;The pole I'm holding continues to shine even more&lt;br /&gt;But something happened&lt;br /&gt;While I was holding it&lt;br /&gt;It let go of me&lt;br /&gt;Just like the others&lt;br /&gt;It became an ordinary light pole&lt;br /&gt;After a little while&lt;br /&gt;It disappear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my life's coming to an end&lt;br /&gt;I lay down on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And look to my right then left&lt;br /&gt;At my left&lt;br /&gt;The white pole was still there&lt;br /&gt;Its brightness was never change since the start&lt;br /&gt;Before I lose my breath&lt;br /&gt;I crawled to hold the white pole that seemed to wait for me&lt;br /&gt;But it never came in time&lt;br /&gt;Before I reached the pole&lt;br /&gt;My body became to stiff that felt like&lt;br /&gt;I have Rigor Mortis&lt;br /&gt;I let myself drown&lt;br /&gt;And be kissed by death&lt;br /&gt;As I stared the white light pole&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are starting to close&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking at the white pole&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder and harder to breath&lt;br /&gt;Until my eyes was almost closed&lt;br /&gt;The white pole shined too much&lt;br /&gt;Too much that it cost me blindness&lt;br /&gt;All I can see is a white light&lt;br /&gt;Then my eyes shut&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I realized I was in a room&lt;br /&gt;An empty room&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking if I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;Until she called my name&lt;br /&gt;I looked around&lt;br /&gt;But only find myself alone&lt;br /&gt;I shouted if who she is&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't matter who am I, what's important is that your safe"&lt;br /&gt;She answered&lt;br /&gt;I was confused&lt;br /&gt;What's happening?&lt;br /&gt;Then I walk&lt;br /&gt;Walked walked walked and walked&lt;br /&gt;'Till I suddenly stopped&lt;br /&gt;She spoke again&lt;br /&gt;"Now you are free"&lt;br /&gt;Free from what?&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is this?&lt;br /&gt;Then a feather fell in my head&lt;br /&gt;I get it&lt;br /&gt;Hold it&lt;br /&gt;Take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;And closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up&lt;br /&gt;I was confused&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Sobbing&lt;br /&gt;I realized&lt;br /&gt;I was in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at my hand&lt;br /&gt;The feather is still there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Don't ever be afraid. Life has ways of keeping you safe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Sponge Cola (In Another Life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;[ria17]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--marc22fews&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/897225040162259410-2729379405781408147?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/2729379405781408147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=2729379405781408147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2729379405781408147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2729379405781408147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/10/illusive-thoughts.html' title='Illusive Thoughts'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-5991651732042101115</id><published>2008-09-21T15:21:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:22:11.977+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponge Cola</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A special entry&lt;br /&gt;This is a music review&lt;br /&gt;About Sponge Cola's 3rd album&lt;br /&gt;Entitled: "Sponge Cola"&lt;br /&gt;I bought my copy&lt;br /&gt;At SM City Sta. Mesa&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, September 20&lt;br /&gt;It was 320Php&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Album contained 14 tracks&lt;br /&gt;I'll enumerate it in order&lt;br /&gt;-Ayt! (T)&lt;br /&gt;-Puso (T)&lt;br /&gt;-Step Back (E)&lt;br /&gt;-'Di Na Mababawi (T)&lt;br /&gt;-In Another Life (E)&lt;br /&gt;-G.K.T. (T)&lt;br /&gt;-A Tear (E)&lt;br /&gt;-All The Time (E)&lt;br /&gt;-Wala Kang Katulad (T)&lt;br /&gt;-Makapiling Ka (T)&lt;br /&gt;-Lights (E)&lt;br /&gt;-Meteor Shower (T)&lt;br /&gt;-Saturn (E)&lt;br /&gt;-Keep The Fire Burning  (E)&lt;br /&gt;(Legend:&lt;br /&gt;T- Contains Tagalog Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;E- Contains English Lyrics)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All are new and original&lt;br /&gt;Except "A Tear" and "Saturn"&lt;br /&gt;The 2 tracks are included in their Indie Album&lt;br /&gt;But of course&lt;br /&gt;They made some new "twist" in the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ayt!-&lt;br /&gt;The song talks about&lt;br /&gt;A person in morning&lt;br /&gt;That's the literal meaning&lt;br /&gt;But the deeper meaning&lt;br /&gt;In my interpretations&lt;br /&gt;They are like a friend&lt;br /&gt;That saying:&lt;br /&gt;"There's hope waiting for you my friend"&lt;br /&gt;The combo of instruments is also great&lt;br /&gt;The part&lt;br /&gt;"Konting bilis, kami ay naghihintay"&lt;br /&gt;It is a great LSS for your mind&lt;br /&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Puso-&lt;br /&gt;Theme of the UAAP '08&lt;br /&gt;Also like from a friend&lt;br /&gt;Never quit&lt;br /&gt;Very simple&lt;br /&gt;The part "Dehado kung dehado"&lt;br /&gt;Was very catchy&lt;br /&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;-Step Back-&lt;br /&gt;My personal favorite&lt;br /&gt;The sound wasn't too loud or "metal"&lt;br /&gt;A little bit sentimental (as they call it)&lt;br /&gt;There is a part when&lt;br /&gt;The only sound you can hear&lt;br /&gt;Is the vocalist's voice&lt;br /&gt;It was a great effect and the meaning of the phrase&lt;br /&gt;Is too great&lt;br /&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Di Na Mababawi-&lt;br /&gt;A silent song&lt;br /&gt;The meaning is not too hard to figure out&lt;br /&gt;I think an acoustic guitar is used in this track&lt;br /&gt;Simple&lt;br /&gt;Somehow&lt;br /&gt;I can relate to it&lt;br /&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In Another Life-&lt;br /&gt;Just like Chris' songs&lt;br /&gt;Jillian and Myself In You&lt;br /&gt;This talks about a love one&lt;br /&gt;The story is like&lt;br /&gt;"My life is sacrificed even for you"&lt;br /&gt;That's just my interpretation&lt;br /&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-G.K.T.-&lt;br /&gt;Gising-Kain-Tulog&lt;br /&gt;A song saying that GKT&lt;br /&gt;Is a secret&lt;br /&gt;That has an advantage and disadvantage&lt;br /&gt;Together with Jomal Limao&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not mistaken&lt;br /&gt;He's from Kamikazee&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;The song's great&lt;br /&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-A Tear-&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the better sound quality&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the difference&lt;br /&gt;To be honest&lt;br /&gt;I like the older version&lt;br /&gt;The older contains more rock actions&lt;br /&gt;But the thing that I like most in the new version&lt;br /&gt;They used&lt;br /&gt;"Screamo"?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure about the term&lt;br /&gt;But it's a shout&lt;br /&gt;It is located after the part:&lt;br /&gt;"Why won't we come back"&lt;br /&gt;It's great&lt;br /&gt;Very great&lt;br /&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-All The Time-&lt;br /&gt;They used a filter for the voice&lt;br /&gt;That's why it is somehow difficult&lt;br /&gt;To understand&lt;br /&gt;It's the shortest in the album&lt;br /&gt;3 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wala Kang Katulad-&lt;br /&gt;This song&lt;br /&gt;I don't if it is only me&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've already heard the tune&lt;br /&gt;The meaning's great&lt;br /&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Makapiling Ka-&lt;br /&gt;This song is a little bit sentimental&lt;br /&gt;I think this song is humble&lt;br /&gt;The one saying this seems eager&lt;br /&gt;To be with the one he/she loves&lt;br /&gt;Too much devotion&lt;br /&gt;But the song is great&lt;br /&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lights-&lt;br /&gt;A track that says&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the darkness, there's light&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics is positive&lt;br /&gt;It give light&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;Hope for the listener&lt;br /&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Meteor Shower-&lt;br /&gt;The title's written in English&lt;br /&gt;But the song is Tagalog&lt;br /&gt;So tricky&lt;br /&gt;They used the Meteor Shower&lt;br /&gt;As a substitute for the exact meaning of the song&lt;br /&gt;Still&lt;br /&gt;It is tricky&lt;br /&gt;They put descriptions about Meteor Shower&lt;br /&gt;Which gives the lyrics a great meaning&lt;br /&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Saturn-&lt;br /&gt;They rearranged the song&lt;br /&gt;Making the 2 verses&lt;br /&gt;One after the other&lt;br /&gt;And they used hi-hats too much&lt;br /&gt;It's great&lt;br /&gt;I liked it like the older version&lt;br /&gt;They didn't used guitars at first&lt;br /&gt;Or if they used it and I didn't realize it&lt;br /&gt;Too minimal&lt;br /&gt;LSS&lt;br /&gt;5 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Keep The Fire Burning-&lt;br /&gt;The last song&lt;br /&gt;And the longest one&lt;br /&gt;The song says about&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing as end&lt;br /&gt;They also used piano&lt;br /&gt;As a major instrument used in the song&lt;br /&gt;The melody is good&lt;br /&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the summary of the tracks&lt;br /&gt;Now let's get to the album's physical characteristics&lt;br /&gt;The case isn't too good&lt;br /&gt;Since they only used&lt;br /&gt;I think a cardboard&lt;br /&gt;Instead of using CD Hard Plastic Case&lt;br /&gt;Just like other album's&lt;br /&gt;The album's front&lt;br /&gt;Is simple&lt;br /&gt;Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;Represents the artist and the album's title&lt;br /&gt;Is written in the center&lt;br /&gt;And there's a big red circle&lt;br /&gt;With 3 white spots scattered around it&lt;br /&gt;In my interpretation&lt;br /&gt;The circle represents the Saturn&lt;br /&gt;And the white spot represents lights&lt;br /&gt;And lights that will represent&lt;br /&gt;Never ending fire&lt;br /&gt;The back cover is an art&lt;br /&gt;There's an image of the members&lt;br /&gt;But stenciled&lt;br /&gt;In the upper-right corner&lt;br /&gt;There is the location of the song listing&lt;br /&gt;And it has a very small font&lt;br /&gt;The inside part&lt;br /&gt;There's a large folded paper&lt;br /&gt;Contains Pictures, Song Title and line from the song&lt;br /&gt;The CD is simple also&lt;br /&gt;It just like the circle in the cover&lt;br /&gt;With "SC" in the lower-left portion&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that I didn't like in this&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the 1st 2 albums&lt;br /&gt;They didn't include a sheet of paper&lt;br /&gt;Containing the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;So it is too difficult to sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I already said everything&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Still I'm drawn to the flame and the feelings remain but the fire for the night, now a long lost memory."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Sponge Cola ( Step Back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;br /&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/897225040162259410-5991651732042101115?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/5991651732042101115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=5991651732042101115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/5991651732042101115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/5991651732042101115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/09/sponge-cola.html' title='Sponge Cola'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-3924009090324950938</id><published>2008-09-19T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T15:19:32.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentary Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been a li'l bit busy&lt;br /&gt;So I didn't able to enter these past weeks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To summarize the story&lt;br /&gt;It's been fun&lt;br /&gt;And a little bit great&lt;br /&gt;But still&lt;br /&gt;There's some negative&lt;br /&gt;And that won't be taken off in our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last September 6&lt;br /&gt;We went in Metrowalk&lt;br /&gt;It was fun&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated my dad's day&lt;br /&gt;The females used the "karaoke"&lt;br /&gt;As for the males&lt;br /&gt;The billiard table is available&lt;br /&gt;At first&lt;br /&gt;Me and my dad are playing&lt;br /&gt;But as the visitors came&lt;br /&gt;We give them a chance to play&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't give us a chance anymore&lt;br /&gt;Good thing I brought my guitar&lt;br /&gt;So me and my cousin had a jam&lt;br /&gt;We jammed Emily by Paraluman&lt;br /&gt;Since it's the only song we are very familiar with&lt;br /&gt;And the celebration ended&lt;br /&gt;We had a picture taking session&lt;br /&gt;While we are having some pictures&lt;br /&gt;Eirene immediately said&lt;br /&gt;"Nsan, diba si Raimund yon?"&lt;br /&gt;And then I looked to the man&lt;br /&gt;I was starstruck&lt;br /&gt;It was Raimund Marasigan&lt;br /&gt;1/4 of the Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;Member of different bands&lt;br /&gt;And lead vocalist of Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;I was going to ask him for a picture&lt;br /&gt;But it was too late&lt;br /&gt;He immediately go away&lt;br /&gt;I felt disappointed&lt;br /&gt;It was a chance of a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;While walking&lt;br /&gt;2 men overtaken me&lt;br /&gt;And they were talking&lt;br /&gt;I looked at them&lt;br /&gt;They are Diego Castillo and Mike Dizon of Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;I felt happy&lt;br /&gt;I asked them immediately for a picture&lt;br /&gt;And that picture is now posted at my friendster account&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com/angpaboritongtaonihudas"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://www.friendster.com/angpaboritongtaonihudas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just go to the Public Photo Album and search&lt;br /&gt;Back to the story&lt;br /&gt;It was really great&lt;br /&gt;I'm overwhelmed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to share to you&lt;br /&gt;I already got my PS2&lt;br /&gt;And there was no damage at all&lt;br /&gt;So I did not pay anything&lt;br /&gt;Even a single cent&lt;br /&gt;So I continued playing&lt;br /&gt;The games I'm playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last September 17&lt;br /&gt;We had a celebration&lt;br /&gt;In relation to the Science Month&lt;br /&gt;As a Sophomore student&lt;br /&gt;I'm a part of&lt;br /&gt;"My DNA Works" Exhibit&lt;br /&gt;Our classroom was decorated&lt;br /&gt;We prepared different activities&lt;br /&gt;In one activity&lt;br /&gt;We used some worms&lt;br /&gt;And everyone enjoyed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;If I forgot something&lt;br /&gt;My apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went to Sta. Mesa, Manila&lt;br /&gt;We bought a new guitar&lt;br /&gt;It's a Lele Lumanog&lt;br /&gt;Like my classmate's guitar&lt;br /&gt;But of course&lt;br /&gt;With a different design&lt;br /&gt;I  chose a black one&lt;br /&gt;It was really great&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;It was not the one I bought&lt;br /&gt;It has a damage&lt;br /&gt;So I chose another one&lt;br /&gt;And it came out to be&lt;br /&gt;A red turtle-back acoustic guitar w/ pick-up&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome&lt;br /&gt;I tried it to attached at our amplifier&lt;br /&gt;And it sounds great&lt;br /&gt;I also bought yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Sponge Cola's new and 3rd album&lt;br /&gt;Entitled: "Sponge Cola"&lt;br /&gt;More details to be revealed next entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;Hope you'll be back for more&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;I remember one important thing&lt;br /&gt;Our distribution of cards&lt;br /&gt;It was held last September 13&lt;br /&gt;My grades was fine&lt;br /&gt;The lowest was 82&lt;br /&gt;And it was Filipino&lt;br /&gt;I also got grade below 85&lt;br /&gt;In Social Science, Biology and Physics&lt;br /&gt;To be boastful&lt;br /&gt;My highest grade is in Advance Algebra&lt;br /&gt;I told you I'll be boastful&lt;br /&gt;I'm the highest in the class&lt;br /&gt;It was 94&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I did not forgot anything already&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;br /&gt;'Till my next entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"There's a Fruitcake for everyone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---- Eraserheads (Fruitcake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br 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Bliss'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-7396163357374615544</id><published>2008-08-28T19:19:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:17:19.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strings and Boxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;This week&lt;br /&gt;I was not busy&lt;br /&gt;In response to academic reasons&lt;br /&gt;There were less class that I attended&lt;br /&gt;But It's not that I cut some classes&lt;br /&gt;There was a reason&lt;br /&gt;There is an upcoming culminating activity&lt;br /&gt;And we have to be ready for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;We had no classes&lt;br /&gt;I slept majority of the day&lt;br /&gt;About 6pm&lt;br /&gt;We went to a nearby supermarket&lt;br /&gt;And I bought a new PS2 game&lt;br /&gt;It is Grand Theft Auto: Vice City&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;It's not new&lt;br /&gt;But not too old&lt;br /&gt;It was released about year 2002&lt;br /&gt;I have this game before&lt;br /&gt;But in my computer&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;It was destroyed&lt;br /&gt;And because I really wanted to play the game again&lt;br /&gt;I bought another one&lt;br /&gt;But now it is for my PS2&lt;br /&gt;As I reached our house's main door&lt;br /&gt;I immediately rushed to where&lt;br /&gt;My PS2 is located&lt;br /&gt;And start playing it&lt;br /&gt;As I start the game&lt;br /&gt;I remembered the days&lt;br /&gt;That I first played it&lt;br /&gt;When I don't care about&lt;br /&gt;The human lives in the game&lt;br /&gt;About the wrecking of cars&lt;br /&gt;And usage of weapons&lt;br /&gt;All I know is&lt;br /&gt;Use every function of the game&lt;br /&gt;As far as it can give&lt;br /&gt;In where&lt;br /&gt;I'll just stop doing the very same thing&lt;br /&gt;Unless it is already impossible to do so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most busy day I had&lt;br /&gt;Was Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;We had classes the whole day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;NCAE for 4th year students&lt;br /&gt;There was no classes&lt;br /&gt;Except for us&lt;br /&gt;We were asked to report at our school&lt;br /&gt;By 12 in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I know that there will be less classes&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to bring my guitar&lt;br /&gt;And while in school&lt;br /&gt;I've played the same old hits that I know&lt;br /&gt;But that day was out principal's b-day&lt;br /&gt;And someone wants us to have a gift&lt;br /&gt;But we don't have any funds&lt;br /&gt;So our class president decided&lt;br /&gt;To play a song for our principal&lt;br /&gt;The chosen song was&lt;br /&gt;Crazy For You&lt;br /&gt;At first&lt;br /&gt;I laughed&lt;br /&gt;Because I thought it was a joke&lt;br /&gt;But she was serious in what she said&lt;br /&gt;I was a little bit shocked&lt;br /&gt;Because the lyrics was not good&lt;br /&gt;But still&lt;br /&gt;She wanted that song&lt;br /&gt;And we practiced it until dismissal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Thursday&lt;br /&gt;I know that there will be no classes&lt;br /&gt;I mean&lt;br /&gt;No teachers will have a discussion&lt;br /&gt;So I decided to bring my guitar again&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;It's the day of presentation&lt;br /&gt;And the day started in our classroom&lt;br /&gt;We are decorating our room&lt;br /&gt;For the upcoming activity&lt;br /&gt;In relation to the&lt;br /&gt;"Linggo ng Wika"&lt;br /&gt;But our presentation&lt;br /&gt;Was canceled&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the exact reason&lt;br /&gt;But still&lt;br /&gt;The day continued&lt;br /&gt;With us&lt;br /&gt;Playing the guitar&lt;br /&gt;As a result&lt;br /&gt;My fingers are aching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;The culminating activity&lt;br /&gt;I brought 5 gallons of water as a share&lt;br /&gt;It was way too heavy&lt;br /&gt;While the program was going on&lt;br /&gt;I was left on the room&lt;br /&gt;For the reason&lt;br /&gt;I'm supervising everything&lt;br /&gt;That is about the decorations&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;I borrowed a guitar from a former classmate&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;I broke it&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally broke a string&lt;br /&gt;So i have to replace it&lt;br /&gt;And the whole day was fun&lt;br /&gt;My classmates are playing&lt;br /&gt;Tekken 5: Dark Resurrection&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to play&lt;br /&gt;And it was fun&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with fun of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;I forgot something&lt;br /&gt;Few days ago&lt;br /&gt;I read my entries&lt;br /&gt;And found some typographical errors&lt;br /&gt;So my apologies&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I still have some typo-errors&lt;br /&gt;And the worst&lt;br /&gt;The wrong usage of grammar&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;My apologies&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(**NOTE**:I posted this entry on August 29, 2008 [Friday])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"You can't avoid the complications when there's no reason at all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Eraserheads ( Waiting For The Bus )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;br /&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/897225040162259410-7396163357374615544?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/7396163357374615544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-9032002183874999951</id><published>2008-08-23T08:59:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T10:06:32.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Last Saturday&lt;br /&gt;My friends and I&lt;br /&gt;Went to the mall&lt;br /&gt;And of course&lt;br /&gt;I'll share it to you&lt;br /&gt;Me, Gerald, Ian and Colleen&lt;br /&gt;Went to SM Megamall&lt;br /&gt;We went there&lt;br /&gt;Just for fun&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more&lt;br /&gt;At first&lt;br /&gt;We looked for the time of the show&lt;br /&gt;But we still have about 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;Before the show starts&lt;br /&gt;So we decided&lt;br /&gt;To walk around the mall for a while&lt;br /&gt;We played a while in the Timezone&lt;br /&gt;And we went to the supermarket&lt;br /&gt;To buy some stuffs&lt;br /&gt;For the show&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to the cinema&lt;br /&gt;We watched&lt;br /&gt;The Mummy: Tomb of The Dragon Emperor&lt;br /&gt;It was great&lt;br /&gt;The story was somehow unique&lt;br /&gt;And the effects was too great&lt;br /&gt;In the cinema&lt;br /&gt;The arrangement of seats was&lt;br /&gt;Colleen, Ian, Me and Gerald&lt;br /&gt;And because of that&lt;br /&gt;There were like&lt;br /&gt;2 different groups&lt;br /&gt;Colleen and Ian are talking by themselves&lt;br /&gt;While me and Gerald has also our own&lt;br /&gt;And that did last long&lt;br /&gt;Even outside the cinema&lt;br /&gt;Even when we go to&lt;br /&gt;Our separate ways before&lt;br /&gt;We go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our teachers shared to us&lt;br /&gt;Our scores in our&lt;br /&gt;Periodical exams&lt;br /&gt;My outputs were somehow great&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately&lt;br /&gt;I got the highest score&lt;br /&gt;In Advance Algebra&lt;br /&gt;And in Physics&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect those scores&lt;br /&gt;Especially in Physics&lt;br /&gt;But even though they were the highest&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't high enough&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't satisfactory&lt;br /&gt;But I think&lt;br /&gt;It is better to have it&lt;br /&gt;Than to have a failing score&lt;br /&gt;The lowest I got&lt;br /&gt;Is in my elective subject&lt;br /&gt;Which is Environmental Science&lt;br /&gt;I've got&lt;br /&gt;A point higher than the lowest&lt;br /&gt;Possible passing score&lt;br /&gt;It was too bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Our section had a pet&lt;br /&gt;Named Bubu&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not sure if the name of the spelling is correct)&lt;br /&gt;It is a beetle&lt;br /&gt;At first&lt;br /&gt;I didn't liked it&lt;br /&gt;But when I first let it walk on my palm&lt;br /&gt;It was great after all&lt;br /&gt;Its shell was hard&lt;br /&gt;And its legs are it pointed&lt;br /&gt;But not pointed that it can&lt;br /&gt;Give you a wound&lt;br /&gt;At the middle of the day&lt;br /&gt;When I was playing Sudoku&lt;br /&gt;My classmates laughed at me&lt;br /&gt;And I said why&lt;br /&gt;Then they said&lt;br /&gt;Look at your back&lt;br /&gt;When I try to look at it&lt;br /&gt;Bubu was behind me&lt;br /&gt;And I started to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Then they took it off&lt;br /&gt;Then they've done it to another classmate&lt;br /&gt;And when she noticed that we are laughing at her&lt;br /&gt;She also said why&lt;br /&gt;And we said that&lt;br /&gt;Bubu was at her back&lt;br /&gt;She was shocked at shouted&lt;br /&gt;We were laughing too much&lt;br /&gt;One time&lt;br /&gt;Another classmate was having a deal&lt;br /&gt;With another classmate&lt;br /&gt;She will take off an rope that is&lt;br /&gt;Tied around her wrist&lt;br /&gt;We are joking her that&lt;br /&gt;Bubu was around her&lt;br /&gt;And she freaked out&lt;br /&gt;She was too afraid&lt;br /&gt;And she even cried&lt;br /&gt;While we&lt;br /&gt;We are laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for Gerald to be online&lt;br /&gt;We are going to make our SIM&lt;br /&gt;(Strategic Intervention Material)&lt;br /&gt;We are planing to have Cell&lt;br /&gt;As our Least Mastered Learning Competency&lt;br /&gt;(I'm not sure of the Competency)&lt;br /&gt;And I tried to put the plug-in&lt;br /&gt;In my Yahoo! Messenger&lt;br /&gt;I've chose Yahoo! Music&lt;br /&gt;And It's great&lt;br /&gt;Try to give it a shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Culminating activities&lt;br /&gt;Are one of the most fun events&lt;br /&gt;In our school&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;We are talking about it&lt;br /&gt;And we had an idea&lt;br /&gt;Just an idea&lt;br /&gt;We or should I say "I"&lt;br /&gt;Not sure about it&lt;br /&gt;We are planning to be band&lt;br /&gt;And play song/s in one activity&lt;br /&gt;And we wanted to be different from the others&lt;br /&gt;We are planning to play&lt;br /&gt;Christian songs&lt;br /&gt;But we are still unsure&lt;br /&gt;We prioritize our studies&lt;br /&gt;That's why we can't move even further&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;'Till my next entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Explain to me, what has become of us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Urbandub ( Fight is Over )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/08/high-school-life.html' title='High School Life'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-7974312775633295742</id><published>2008-08-16T09:58:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:24:30.384+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OPM World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've realized something&lt;br /&gt;My blog title is&lt;br /&gt;With music present in my mind&lt;br /&gt;But I don't have an entry for music&lt;br /&gt;That's why I created this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;What music contains&lt;br /&gt;That made me like it&lt;br /&gt;But maybe&lt;br /&gt;Its lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Its melody&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;But I think&lt;br /&gt;It's really the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;I wanted the lyrics too much&lt;br /&gt;It really can express my feeling&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I feel&lt;br /&gt;There's a music that is complimentary to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A want to concentrate on Sponge Cola and Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;Let's have sponge cola first&lt;br /&gt;The first time I hear Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;I think that&lt;br /&gt;What kind of name is that?&lt;br /&gt;Is it derived from Spongebob Squarepants?&lt;br /&gt;I first heard that from Francis M.&lt;br /&gt;He is always plugging Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;That's why I became curious of them&lt;br /&gt;Then one day&lt;br /&gt;My friend lend me&lt;br /&gt;His copy of Sponge Cola's&lt;br /&gt;Palabas: The Romeo and Juliet Experience&lt;br /&gt;So I listen to it&lt;br /&gt;While listening to it&lt;br /&gt;I think of&lt;br /&gt;What's good in this album?&lt;br /&gt;There's no great song in this album&lt;br /&gt;But what i didn't realize back there&lt;br /&gt;I always listen to it&lt;br /&gt;Until one day&lt;br /&gt;Before I return it to my friend&lt;br /&gt;I copied it to my PC&lt;br /&gt;For the reason&lt;br /&gt;We have a CD-burning business&lt;br /&gt;And then I returned it&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;I saw a life performance of Sponge Cola at Myx&lt;br /&gt;And I said&lt;br /&gt;What song is this?&lt;br /&gt;This is not included in the album&lt;br /&gt;This is too great&lt;br /&gt;So I try to remember the title&lt;br /&gt;And I search at my PC&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked&lt;br /&gt;The song was already in the album&lt;br /&gt;It means that&lt;br /&gt;I just ignored it&lt;br /&gt;So I listened to the whole album again&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realized&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of that artist&lt;br /&gt;The songs was too great&lt;br /&gt;And that's the start of&lt;br /&gt;Being a fan of Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;But unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;I only saw 1 of their gig&lt;br /&gt;And it's not their major gig&lt;br /&gt;They are just guest&lt;br /&gt;It is in Hataw, Hanep, Hero 2007&lt;br /&gt;While we were walking around&lt;br /&gt;Together with my sister Joyce&lt;br /&gt;Cousins Ria and Eirene&lt;br /&gt;Eirene said that&lt;br /&gt;Wow, the song is Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;Then I said&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, too lucky for us&lt;br /&gt;Then I remembered one thing&lt;br /&gt;And I immediately asked my sister&lt;br /&gt;(For because she already attented that particular event)&lt;br /&gt;If there are local bands performing&lt;br /&gt;Then she said yes&lt;br /&gt;I realized that&lt;br /&gt;That it is a live performance&lt;br /&gt;Because the sound of the Cymbals are different&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed to the center stage&lt;br /&gt;And I was surprised&lt;br /&gt;Sponge Cola was really there&lt;br /&gt;I was too happy&lt;br /&gt;They performed three songs&lt;br /&gt;Bitiw&lt;br /&gt;Tuloy Parin&lt;br /&gt;And Tuliro&lt;br /&gt;I was really happy that night&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;Because of my addiction&lt;br /&gt;I collected 53 of their songs&lt;br /&gt;But I think some of copies I have&lt;br /&gt;Has a multiple copy&lt;br /&gt;Or double copy&lt;br /&gt;But one thing is certain&lt;br /&gt;I like that artist&lt;br /&gt;I have their debut album&lt;br /&gt;Palabas: The Romeo and Juliet Experience&lt;br /&gt;And their sophomore one&lt;br /&gt;Transit Deluxe&lt;br /&gt;And their EP&lt;br /&gt;Which contains five songs&lt;br /&gt;But not an original copy&lt;br /&gt;I just borrowed it from my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also like&lt;br /&gt;Pupil&lt;br /&gt;Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;And Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;I like the meaning of their songs&lt;br /&gt;And the tunes of course&lt;br /&gt;I like their albums&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to mention it&lt;br /&gt;It is at the list&lt;br /&gt;At the left side of this page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I can play some instruments&lt;br /&gt;I can play&lt;br /&gt;The guitar&lt;br /&gt;And basic drum beats&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I play my favorite songs&lt;br /&gt;Like Tuliro&lt;br /&gt;Betamax&lt;br /&gt;Monobloc&lt;br /&gt;Pare Ko&lt;br /&gt;And some other more&lt;br /&gt;I think&lt;br /&gt;I already said this words&lt;br /&gt;My apologies&lt;br /&gt;It's little bit late now at my time&lt;br /&gt;So my mind is not working&lt;br /&gt;Effectively as expected&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write next&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know&lt;br /&gt;There might be some typographical errors&lt;br /&gt;And wrong usage of grammar&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;My apologies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to end this now&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what am writing&lt;br /&gt;I might write things that I must not write&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I closed my eyes to count to ten. I looked around to find you, but I lost you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Wake Up Your Seatmate ( Hide and Seek )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;br /&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/897225040162259410-7974312775633295742?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/7974312775633295742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=7974312775633295742&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/7974312775633295742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/7974312775633295742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/08/opm-world.html' title='OPM World'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-2740091861922571732</id><published>2008-08-15T12:08:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T19:30:55.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Hell?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We had our exam&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason&lt;br /&gt;Why I'm slightly busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Algebra exam&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't too hard at all&lt;br /&gt;Of course&lt;br /&gt;There is also some items that&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't hard as I expected&lt;br /&gt;As of now&lt;br /&gt;Biology is my problem&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately&lt;br /&gt;I think my answers&lt;br /&gt;In the last part of the exam&lt;br /&gt;Out of 20 items&lt;br /&gt;My only sure answer&lt;br /&gt;Is around 8 items only&lt;br /&gt;Too bad for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest&lt;br /&gt;I can't think&lt;br /&gt;Want to put in this entry&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna end this now&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna have an entry&lt;br /&gt;That is too short&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have a thing to do&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to have a band&lt;br /&gt;Even thought this dream&lt;br /&gt;Was way back&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm a 5th grader&lt;br /&gt;But of course&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;There's change&lt;br /&gt;And I'm changing&lt;br /&gt;I always now that&lt;br /&gt;There might be a time&lt;br /&gt;When I dream of becoming a doctor&lt;br /&gt;A painter&lt;br /&gt;A principal&lt;br /&gt;A president&lt;br /&gt;I dunno&lt;br /&gt;But I thing won't change in me&lt;br /&gt;My eagerness to fulfill the things&lt;br /&gt;That I must fulfill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this morning&lt;br /&gt;I asked my classmate Bea&lt;br /&gt;To come with me&lt;br /&gt;In our registrars office&lt;br /&gt;While on our way to the office&lt;br /&gt;She asked me&lt;br /&gt;What is that for?&lt;br /&gt;I told her&lt;br /&gt;I gonna get my grades&lt;br /&gt;Because were going to migrate at Hong Kong&lt;br /&gt;She suddenly stopped for a while&lt;br /&gt;And asked me&lt;br /&gt;Is it true?&lt;br /&gt;I said yes&lt;br /&gt;She continues to ask me the same question&lt;br /&gt;Over and over a hundred times&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her eyes&lt;br /&gt;And it is teary&lt;br /&gt;I realized that&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't want me to go&lt;br /&gt;When we reached the registrar's office&lt;br /&gt;I saw the registrar at the office's door&lt;br /&gt;So I approached her immediately&lt;br /&gt;Bea was left outside the office&lt;br /&gt;For the reason&lt;br /&gt;Students with particular business&lt;br /&gt;Is allowed inside&lt;br /&gt;So I looked at Bea to say&lt;br /&gt;Wait for a minute&lt;br /&gt;When I looked at her&lt;br /&gt;Her tear dropped&lt;br /&gt;At that moment&lt;br /&gt;I felt a mixed emotion&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;br /&gt;Surprised&lt;br /&gt;Lonely&lt;br /&gt;Guilty&lt;br /&gt;So I told her&lt;br /&gt;Bea, It  is a joke&lt;br /&gt;And then I entered the office&lt;br /&gt;After the transaction is finished&lt;br /&gt;She was standing at the very same place&lt;br /&gt;Where I left her&lt;br /&gt;On her right side&lt;br /&gt;Ria and Gerald was present&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't got my attention&lt;br /&gt;I comforted Bea because she was crying&lt;br /&gt;I told her again that&lt;br /&gt;The migration thing is just a joke&lt;br /&gt;And she became happy again&lt;br /&gt;When we reached our classroom&lt;br /&gt;Bea said that&lt;br /&gt;We could use that joke again&lt;br /&gt;And so we did&lt;br /&gt;We used the joke on Christine&lt;br /&gt;Same as Bea&lt;br /&gt;She had teary eyes&lt;br /&gt;When we reveal that it was a joke&lt;br /&gt;She started to laugh and chased me&lt;br /&gt;So I started to rest at my chair&lt;br /&gt;Without knowing&lt;br /&gt;Another classmate cries because of the joke&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't me who told it to her&lt;br /&gt;Gerald said the joke on Ria&lt;br /&gt;And she began to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After those incidents&lt;br /&gt;I realized a small thing&lt;br /&gt;Somebody is still&lt;br /&gt;Caring?&lt;br /&gt;Loving?&lt;br /&gt;Thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Wanted me to be with them?&lt;br /&gt;I dunno the right term&lt;br /&gt;But I was really happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've brought my guitar today&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for the next exam&lt;br /&gt;I, Gelli and Ria played the guitar&lt;br /&gt;We played "Magbalik"&lt;br /&gt;Then Bea and Gerald was singing&lt;br /&gt;When we came to the chorus part&lt;br /&gt;Majority of our classmate starting singing&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Ungos came to our room&lt;br /&gt;And he confiscated my guitar&lt;br /&gt;But I was not at nervous state&lt;br /&gt;I know that I can get my guitar back&lt;br /&gt;Before I go home of course&lt;br /&gt;When I was about to get it&lt;br /&gt;He asked me&lt;br /&gt;What happened?&lt;br /&gt;Why did you do it?&lt;br /&gt;I can't say a thing&lt;br /&gt;For about 2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly said&lt;br /&gt;Sir because I can use it because it is a break time&lt;br /&gt;And he said&lt;br /&gt;It's ok to use it&lt;br /&gt;But you're making too much noise&lt;br /&gt;At the end I just apologized&lt;br /&gt;And he explained to me&lt;br /&gt;That if he didn't scold&lt;br /&gt;Other teachers will scold me&lt;br /&gt;And worse thing might happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the last of it&lt;br /&gt;I think this blog isn't that good&lt;br /&gt;It only had a detailed summary of my day today&lt;br /&gt;I just want to thank you for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"It took me 25 years just to understand"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;---- Eraserheads ( Scorpio Rising )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;br /&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/897225040162259410-2740091861922571732?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/2740091861922571732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=2740091861922571732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2740091861922571732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2740091861922571732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/08/living-hell.html' title='Living Hell?!'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-7245827037931194249</id><published>2008-08-09T11:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T12:06:46.844+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagiging Maka-Bansa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang isang ito ay espesyal&lt;br /&gt;Gagamitin ko dito ang linguaheng&lt;br /&gt;Aking nakagisnan&lt;br /&gt;Ang wikang Pilipino&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Bawal gumamit ng mga salitang dayuhan&lt;br /&gt;Umpisahan na natin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa akong mambabasa&lt;br /&gt;Ng mga librong likha&lt;br /&gt;Ni G. Bob Ong&lt;br /&gt;At sa pagbabasa nito&lt;br /&gt;Mas naintindihan ko maigi ang buhay&lt;br /&gt;Dito nabasa ko ang iba't-ibang mundo ng tao&lt;br /&gt;May para sa mga mag-aaral&lt;br /&gt;Para sa sakit ng lipunan&lt;br /&gt;Sa relihiyon&lt;br /&gt;Ang ugali ng tao&lt;br /&gt;Mga istilo ng pagsusulat&lt;br /&gt;At buhay-mahirap&lt;br /&gt;At dahil doon&lt;br /&gt;Susubukan kong isa-isahin ang aking mga&lt;br /&gt;Komento ukol sa mga paksang iyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pag-aaral&lt;br /&gt;Naisip ko na&lt;br /&gt;Talagang nakaktuwang nakakaawa ang mga estudyante&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa sa aspektong&lt;br /&gt;Parang puro kasiyahan lang sila&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatuwa silang nakitang natutuwa&lt;br /&gt;Lalo na kung nagsasaya sila&lt;br /&gt;At natututo sa pag-aaral&lt;br /&gt;Sa kabilang banda&lt;br /&gt;Nakakaawa sa aspektong&lt;br /&gt;May mga gurong umaabuso sa kanila&lt;br /&gt;'Yung tipong&lt;br /&gt;isang pirasong lapis na lang&lt;br /&gt;Ay gagawin pang proyekto&lt;br /&gt;At sa mga gawain na dapat sa guro pa&lt;br /&gt;Tulad ng pagbabasa&lt;br /&gt;Kung ako ang tatanongin&lt;br /&gt;Oo&lt;br /&gt;Dapat nagbabasa ang estudyante&lt;br /&gt;Subalit ang pagbabasa na iyon ay para lamang&lt;br /&gt;Makasagot kapag nagtanong sa kanila ang kanilang guro&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi tama para sa akin&lt;br /&gt;Ang pagbabasahin ang estudyante para lamang&lt;br /&gt;Sila na lang magturo sa sarili nila&lt;br /&gt;At hind i ang mga tamad na gurong nagpapabasa na lamang&lt;br /&gt;Pero dahil sa "ABNKKBSNPLAko?!"&lt;br /&gt;Biglang pumasok sa aking isip&lt;br /&gt;Ang maging isang guro&lt;br /&gt;Isang guro na maka-estudyante&lt;br /&gt;Isang gurong pinaglalaban ang karapatan ng estudyante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa relihiyon muna tayo&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong gaanong masasabi&lt;br /&gt;Kundi ang isang palaisipan&lt;br /&gt;Totoo ba ang relihiyon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ugali ng tao&lt;br /&gt;Bawat tao sa mundo ay mayroon kanya-kanyang ugali&lt;br /&gt;Kung minsan ay may nagkakapareho&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit papaano&lt;br /&gt;Ay may pinagkaiba parin&lt;br /&gt;Pero may isa akong nalaman&lt;br /&gt;Wala sa tao ang kanyang ugali&lt;br /&gt;Kundi nasa tumitingin&lt;br /&gt;Halimbawa?&lt;br /&gt;May isang taong nagsasabi ng kanyang talambuhay&lt;br /&gt;Kung sang ayon ka sa kanya&lt;br /&gt;Matutuwa ka&lt;br /&gt;Mahahabag ka kung ito ay nakakahabag para sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Subalit kung hindi mo nagustuhan&lt;br /&gt;Sa karaniwang dahilan na&lt;br /&gt;Parang ikaw ang kontrabida sa kanyang kwento&lt;br /&gt;Ang sasabihin mo naman ay&lt;br /&gt;Isa siyang mayabang na walang kayang patunayan&lt;br /&gt;Kundi magyabang&lt;br /&gt;Pero ano ba talaga ang pakay ng taong&lt;br /&gt;Nagsabi ng kanyang talambuhay?&lt;br /&gt;Walang makapagsasabi&lt;br /&gt;Kahit siya&lt;br /&gt;Hindi niya masasabi ang katotohanan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa pag-sulat daw nailalabas ang nadarama ng isang tao?&lt;br /&gt;Para sakin&lt;br /&gt;Tama iyon&lt;br /&gt;Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Ako mismo&lt;br /&gt;Nagawa ko na iyan&lt;br /&gt;Isa din yan sa dahilan ng aking&lt;br /&gt;Pagsulat dito sa pahinang ito&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko mailabas ang aking naisip&lt;br /&gt;Nararamdaman&lt;br /&gt;At iba pa&lt;br /&gt;Pero bakit may mga sulatin na hindi akma sa bawat situwasyon?&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ang isang sulatin ay may isang eksaktong paksa lamang&lt;br /&gt;May mga diskursong marami ang paksa&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi ito natutumbok ang dapat matumbok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhay mahirap&lt;br /&gt;Dahil salat sa pera?&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang iyan ang ibig-sabihin ng mahirap&lt;br /&gt;At hindi iyan ang tunay na ibig-sabihin ng salitang iyon&lt;br /&gt;Ang sa tingin kong ibig-ipahayag ng salitang 'yon&lt;br /&gt;Ay ang taong&lt;br /&gt;Kulang sa pagmamahal&lt;br /&gt;Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Kung wala kang ganon&lt;br /&gt;Halos wala ka nang magagawa sa buhay mo&lt;br /&gt;At ang tanging iisipin mo na lang ay ang sarili mo&lt;br /&gt;Kung mangyayari 'yon&lt;br /&gt;Iba iba na ang magagawa mo&lt;br /&gt;Magagawa mo kahit hindi nadapat&lt;br /&gt;Bakit nila sinasabi ang mahirap ay kulang sa pera?&lt;br /&gt;Sa totoo lang&lt;br /&gt;Walang taong walang pera&lt;br /&gt;Subalit&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lang sila nakokontento sa kung anong meron sila&lt;br /&gt;Lahat ng bagay sa mundo ay may halaga&lt;br /&gt;Edi ang tao ay may halaga din?&lt;br /&gt;Magkakaroon ng halaga ang tao&lt;br /&gt;Kung ituturing mo itong bagay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon&lt;br /&gt;Bumalik tayo sa sakit ng lipunan&lt;br /&gt;Bakit sakit ng lipunan&lt;br /&gt;Nailagay sa librong&lt;br /&gt;"Balik Baliktad Magbasa ng Libro ang mga Pilipino"&lt;br /&gt;Ang karamihan sa katotohanan ng ating buhay&lt;br /&gt;Mas inuuna pa natin ang dayuhan&lt;br /&gt;Ang iba ay masahol pa&lt;br /&gt;Bukod sa mas binibigyan ng importansya ang dayuhan&lt;br /&gt;Hindi pa siya dito nakontento&lt;br /&gt;Hinihila pa niya pababa&lt;br /&gt;Ang mga kababayan niya&lt;br /&gt;Hindi niya inisip na&lt;br /&gt;Pag hinila niya ang kanyang kababayan&lt;br /&gt;Hinila na din niya ang kanyang sarili&lt;br /&gt;At sa mas nakakahiyang situasyon&lt;br /&gt;Kung ikukumpara sa kanyang hinilang kababayan&lt;br /&gt;Isa pang napansin ko sa libro?&lt;br /&gt;Iba ang laki ng mga salitang&lt;br /&gt;BAKIT&lt;br /&gt;BALIKTAD&lt;br /&gt;PILIPINO&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ko ito sinasabi?&lt;br /&gt;May naisip lang ako&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ba iba ang laki ng tatlong salitang iyon&lt;br /&gt;Ay sa kadahilanang&lt;br /&gt;Nagtatanong ang sumulat ng&lt;br /&gt;BAKIT BALIKTAD ang PILIPINO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito na ang wakas ng aking liham&lt;br /&gt;Maraming salamat sa pagbabasa&lt;br /&gt;Kung may natutunan kayo&lt;br /&gt;Ayos&lt;br /&gt;Kung wala&lt;br /&gt;Ayos lang din&lt;br /&gt;Ang importante&lt;br /&gt;Nakinig kayo sa isang opinyon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lahat tayo, nag-gagamitan lang"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;--Eraserheads ( Wating )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--marc22fews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897225040162259410-7245827037931194249?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/7245827037931194249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=7245827037931194249&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/7245827037931194249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/7245827037931194249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/08/pagiging-maka-bansa.html' title='Pagiging Maka-Bansa'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-3477609958293446356</id><published>2008-07-17T18:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T10:56:43.911+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This day, These days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It's been too confusing&lt;br /&gt;Slyness doesn't count anymore&lt;br /&gt;Thinking ability is too dull&lt;br /&gt;To figure it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One subject&lt;br /&gt;Advance Algebra&lt;br /&gt;We had an exam&lt;br /&gt;I got a score&lt;br /&gt;More than the number of items&lt;br /&gt;I was&lt;br /&gt;Of course happy&lt;br /&gt;For the second exam&lt;br /&gt;I'm the second to the highest&lt;br /&gt;Because I was called 2nd for my paper&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know what is the score of the 1st one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days&lt;br /&gt;My classmate&lt;br /&gt;Named Gelli&lt;br /&gt;Is always bringing some guitar&lt;br /&gt;And of course&lt;br /&gt;I'm borrowing it&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing hits like&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for you&lt;br /&gt;Tuliro&lt;br /&gt;And Betamax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog last July 17&lt;br /&gt;Quite too long for now&lt;br /&gt;I never insisted myself&lt;br /&gt;To finish a thing&lt;br /&gt;With a deadline of my own&lt;br /&gt;For a very simple reason&lt;br /&gt;Pressured me can't create a quality product&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days&lt;br /&gt;We don't have any teachers&lt;br /&gt;Present in almost majority of the subjects&lt;br /&gt;Especially the last 3 days of this week&lt;br /&gt;They attended a seminar&lt;br /&gt;Including Science, Mathematics and Social Sciences&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday&lt;br /&gt;We only attended&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;My bad&lt;br /&gt;"They" attended only 2 of our classes&lt;br /&gt;So instead of having 9 subjects that day&lt;br /&gt;We had a holiday&lt;br /&gt;For having only 2&lt;br /&gt;Lucky and fortunate&lt;br /&gt;Especially for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;2 4th year students take over our Biology class&lt;br /&gt;But we talked about not Biology&lt;br /&gt;But about Bible&lt;br /&gt;Everything about Bible&lt;br /&gt;The Pro's and Con's&lt;br /&gt;I don't now what&lt;br /&gt;Or I can't identify the Pro's and Con's&lt;br /&gt;Until now&lt;br /&gt;My mind is still uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;Because it can't stop&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about that matter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a Sophomore student is fun&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I can see some aspects&lt;br /&gt;That I saw when I was in elementary&lt;br /&gt;And that's the majority&lt;br /&gt;But as time goes by&lt;br /&gt;I think it's becoming less&lt;br /&gt;But except for one&lt;br /&gt;I can't take her anymore&lt;br /&gt;I won't describe her&lt;br /&gt;Because she's the only one&lt;br /&gt;Having that description&lt;br /&gt;But the greatest clue I can give&lt;br /&gt;Is that&lt;br /&gt;She is a "she"&lt;br /&gt;And not a "he"&lt;br /&gt;I am the only one that she always look at&lt;br /&gt;Look in a negative side&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one that she always force&lt;br /&gt;That I am wrong&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the worst one&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the bad one&lt;br /&gt;She can't see the others&lt;br /&gt;Let's say that I have all those descriptions&lt;br /&gt;But the worst that I can't take is that&lt;br /&gt;Very simple thing&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm unethical&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to share it to this up to this point&lt;br /&gt;When I have free time&lt;br /&gt;I try to fix broken things in our second home&lt;br /&gt;And what's getting me mad about that?&lt;br /&gt;She forced me to do it?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;I volunteer in doing those&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to stop?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't care about the positive side of me&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to do it instead of me?&lt;br /&gt;You can wish about it&lt;br /&gt;But that's not the reason&lt;br /&gt;Then what's the reason?&lt;br /&gt;Very simple&lt;br /&gt;She just told me&lt;br /&gt;That I'm the reason for the broken items&lt;br /&gt;Inside our second home&lt;br /&gt;What in the world is that reasoning is?!&lt;br /&gt;Such a fool man's thinking&lt;br /&gt;(Let me be boastful in this part again)&lt;br /&gt;I think its what you call&lt;br /&gt;"Crab Mentality"&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fix broken things in our room&lt;br /&gt;And majority of it&lt;br /&gt;I fixed it&lt;br /&gt;And yet she has the guts to say&lt;br /&gt;And the one who's wrecking it?!&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is that!&lt;br /&gt;I just can't take it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Well if your reading this&lt;br /&gt;Then better think twice&lt;br /&gt;Before you use your mouth and talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying my life at present&lt;br /&gt;And I want to enjoy it more&lt;br /&gt;I just want to fulfill my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I just want to finish what I've started&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait&lt;br /&gt;I remember&lt;br /&gt;In our MAPEH class&lt;br /&gt;We had a personality test&lt;br /&gt;There is a question&lt;br /&gt;"You saw a jar, in what volume will you fill it?"&lt;br /&gt;Choices are:&lt;br /&gt;A)1/4&lt;br /&gt;B)1/2&lt;br /&gt;C)3/4&lt;br /&gt;D)Full&lt;br /&gt;My answer is A&lt;br /&gt;My 1st reason is&lt;br /&gt;Because in desert, you can't have too many water&lt;br /&gt;Because it'll just evaporate&lt;br /&gt;And you'll lose your water&lt;br /&gt;Which you earned too difficult&lt;br /&gt;And our teacher declared the reason&lt;br /&gt;It represents our achievements&lt;br /&gt;So I achieved 1/4 of my achievements&lt;br /&gt;And I think It's correct at my present situation&lt;br /&gt;Because at present&lt;br /&gt;The only dream I have&lt;br /&gt;Aside from becoming a UP student at college&lt;br /&gt;Is to finish my studies at my present school&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to be better than myself&lt;br /&gt;And finish it&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;Why "better" not "best"?&lt;br /&gt;Because if you beat the best of yourself&lt;br /&gt;It means you achieved your highest point&lt;br /&gt;And you can never improve&lt;br /&gt;While in better&lt;br /&gt;You can always defeat yourself&lt;br /&gt;Improve every time&lt;br /&gt;Take it step by step&lt;br /&gt;And beat your worst enemy&lt;br /&gt;Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;It's already too long&lt;br /&gt;Hope your not bored reading it&lt;br /&gt;'Till next time&lt;br /&gt;**NOTE: I posted this entry last August 2, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"So now you say, "Your probably mistaken"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;----Sponge Cola ( Closure )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&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/897225040162259410-3477609958293446356?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-4664850059389232872</id><published>2008-07-04T20:34:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:28:53.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I too good?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;These days&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;These weeks&lt;br /&gt;I've been too busy&lt;br /&gt;So my apologies to the one waiting for my new post&lt;br /&gt;Too busy&lt;br /&gt;That even our school year-long project&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it&lt;br /&gt;A journal for English and Physics class&lt;br /&gt;We will write anything about the said subject&lt;br /&gt;In our every meeting&lt;br /&gt;Making it&lt;br /&gt;The English to have 5 entries per week&lt;br /&gt;And 3 per week for Physics&lt;br /&gt;But I think&lt;br /&gt;It's useless&lt;br /&gt;What's the sense of knowing the negative and positive&lt;br /&gt;If you still can't change what you want to change?&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll end this portion&lt;br /&gt;For the reason&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be the person in our guidance councilor's room&lt;br /&gt;Because of this blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About last week&lt;br /&gt;Or last 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the exact date and day&lt;br /&gt;Our local gov't gave us our free footwears&lt;br /&gt;A leather and rubber shoes&lt;br /&gt;Yes&lt;br /&gt;We gain materialistically&lt;br /&gt;But we lose a friend&lt;br /&gt;Because a lesson was on going at the time the shoes were given&lt;br /&gt;We were in a very rush at that moment&lt;br /&gt;To be honest&lt;br /&gt;I really forgot about his presence at that exact moment&lt;br /&gt;So we went down all the way to 1st floor&lt;br /&gt;And get our shoes&lt;br /&gt;About a day after&lt;br /&gt;Our friend already call us "traitors"&lt;br /&gt;For the reason we didn't wait for him&lt;br /&gt;And until now&lt;br /&gt;We aren't at good terms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;That about the past 6 hours before i write this entry&lt;br /&gt;There are a lots of things i want to share&lt;br /&gt;But for the unknown reason&lt;br /&gt;I forgot them all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while&lt;br /&gt;I want to boast&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;Let me do it&lt;br /&gt;At our Math classes&lt;br /&gt;Which is Advance Algebra and Plane Geometry&lt;br /&gt;Because of my summer lessons&lt;br /&gt;Obviously last summer&lt;br /&gt;I know already some of the topics&lt;br /&gt;That's why I felt like&lt;br /&gt;I was a little bit above against my classmates&lt;br /&gt;But still I know&lt;br /&gt;There will be an end&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of end&lt;br /&gt;There is something I want to end&lt;br /&gt;I want to forget&lt;br /&gt;And wish I didn't do it&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell the exact thing&lt;br /&gt;So that you'll read my blog very carefully&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done this mistake&lt;br /&gt;It is already the 2nd time&lt;br /&gt;But it's not as simple as that&lt;br /&gt;This mistake&lt;br /&gt;Is a better mistake compared to the 1st mistake&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;The persons involved are the wrong persons&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the 1st one&lt;br /&gt;Because of it&lt;br /&gt;The ones that makes me smile before&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;Can make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Not the same side&lt;br /&gt;But the negative side of me&lt;br /&gt;Because of it&lt;br /&gt;I envy my best friend for it&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what the hell did I done&lt;br /&gt;I don't like sharing this kinds of stuff&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take myself away from it&lt;br /&gt;I've destroyed everything&lt;br /&gt;And I'm regretting it&lt;br /&gt;Did you get what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think it is?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;That's not the correct answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this blog&lt;br /&gt;It took me a night&lt;br /&gt;And a day also&lt;br /&gt;It is already the 20th hour since I started it&lt;br /&gt;Because last night&lt;br /&gt;It was already almost the middle of the night&lt;br /&gt;And my dad ask me to stop&lt;br /&gt;And I do so&lt;br /&gt;This morning&lt;br /&gt;I was busy for my assignments&lt;br /&gt;Afternoon's time?&lt;br /&gt;I spent it in my cousin's home&lt;br /&gt;So this is again another free time of my life&lt;br /&gt;But not for long&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm into something again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell it earlier&lt;br /&gt;So now I'm gonna say the main point&lt;br /&gt;Why did I post another blog in no time&lt;br /&gt;Answer?&lt;br /&gt;Very simple&lt;br /&gt;Because of a feeling&lt;br /&gt;A feeling that caused me to think&lt;br /&gt;And that feeling is called&lt;br /&gt;Self-pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since elementary&lt;br /&gt;My father brings me to school&lt;br /&gt;And fetches me after class&lt;br /&gt;I was happy&lt;br /&gt;Because my dad has a time for me&lt;br /&gt;Unlike my other classmates&lt;br /&gt;They'll wake up too early&lt;br /&gt;And their parents is either sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Or already on the way to their works&lt;br /&gt;And they'll sleep by the time&lt;br /&gt;That their parents isn't at home yet&lt;br /&gt;At that point of view&lt;br /&gt;I felt very lucky&lt;br /&gt;For treating me like a very special thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When high school came&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that differs it from my elementary days&lt;br /&gt;Is that my dad didn't fetch me from school&lt;br /&gt;Instead&lt;br /&gt;They hired a service for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm still happy&lt;br /&gt;When 2nd yr came&lt;br /&gt;I already don't have a service&lt;br /&gt;I was not mad&lt;br /&gt;Or saying that my parents doesn't care about me anymore&lt;br /&gt;But&lt;br /&gt;I already saw the thing that differs me from every person I know&lt;br /&gt;They don't want me to go alone in the open crowd&lt;br /&gt;They didn't allow me to have the same route as an ordinary student walks&lt;br /&gt;Instead of that&lt;br /&gt;I was always in a special one that dispatches me at the door of our house&lt;br /&gt;I'm not mad because of the reason&lt;br /&gt;I can't go with my classmates at their way to home&lt;br /&gt;I was happy in the sense that&lt;br /&gt;They wanted me to be safe&lt;br /&gt;But the thing I didn't like is that&lt;br /&gt;They didn't want me to taste a little more dangerous life&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to be a wild one&lt;br /&gt;But I also want to walk to the same route&lt;br /&gt;That an average public school student takes&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want freedom &lt;br /&gt;Because I know that I already have them&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to experience and learn from the said thing&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;A part of me wants to be rebel&lt;br /&gt;But I know&lt;br /&gt;It will get me to my worst phase&lt;br /&gt;And at the end&lt;br /&gt;I will still be the loser&lt;br /&gt;I just beat up my self&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just thinking&lt;br /&gt;That there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;Why I have to be a special one against the others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;The only thing at my mind&lt;br /&gt;Is 3 things&lt;br /&gt;Be wise&lt;br /&gt;Be sly&lt;br /&gt;And overtake my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to have other things that is unnecessary&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to maintain my scholarship&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to fulfill my expectations&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to live my life&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to learn&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be the better one than myself&lt;br /&gt;Why only better not best!?&lt;br /&gt;Simply because&lt;br /&gt;When you choose to b your best&lt;br /&gt;You can't upgrade from it&lt;br /&gt;Because it is already the superlative one&lt;br /&gt;There is no higher or greater than that one&lt;br /&gt;But with better&lt;br /&gt;I can always improve&lt;br /&gt;I can always be better&lt;br /&gt;I can always defeat the greatest enemy&lt;br /&gt;MYSELF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I was alone and you were with him. I wanna see my friend."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;----Pedicab ( A Stormy Night)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;br /&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/897225040162259410-4664850059389232872?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/4664850059389232872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=4664850059389232872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/4664850059389232872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/4664850059389232872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/07/am-i-too-good.html' title='Am I too good?'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-1722270729433481933</id><published>2008-06-09T20:44:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T22:11:06.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Of........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ok&lt;br /&gt;Let's finish this&lt;br /&gt;Once and for all&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna make this longer&lt;br /&gt;But for sure&lt;br /&gt;This one's a long one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember anything anymore&lt;br /&gt;So let's skip this one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait&lt;br /&gt;There's something I remember&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I remembered it&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday&lt;br /&gt;I went to my dentist&lt;br /&gt;And nothing special happened&lt;br /&gt;Same with Saturday&lt;br /&gt;But not Sunday&lt;br /&gt;And I hate that day&lt;br /&gt;My hamster died unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;But before I come back home that day&lt;br /&gt;I bought a book&lt;br /&gt;Entitled "Ang Paboritong Libro Ni Hudas"&lt;br /&gt;It is a creation by Bob Ong&lt;br /&gt;The book has 2 stories&lt;br /&gt;The one is like a blog by the writer&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is like a conversations in somewhere&lt;br /&gt;That a person can't go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;The start of classes&lt;br /&gt;It's fun&lt;br /&gt;Like a reunion&lt;br /&gt;But somehow sad&lt;br /&gt;Because there are other classmates that were not included&lt;br /&gt;In the section where I am&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday when we had a game at our Values subject&lt;br /&gt;It's fun also&lt;br /&gt;The game doesn't ask me too much&lt;br /&gt;Thursday when I accidentaly&lt;br /&gt;Had no choice but to dance in front of the class&lt;br /&gt;But still, still my fault&lt;br /&gt;That was Geometry class&lt;br /&gt;Friday the 13th&lt;br /&gt;Is Friday the pressure&lt;br /&gt;Too many books&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;Wrong line&lt;br /&gt;Too many "white elephant" books&lt;br /&gt;Today&lt;br /&gt;Even it's Saturday&lt;br /&gt;We go to our school&lt;br /&gt;But not exatly a class&lt;br /&gt;There is an event at Rainforest&lt;br /&gt;I was told to join "Pasahang Buko"&lt;br /&gt;But I can't refuse&lt;br /&gt;So i joined&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to create this blog&lt;br /&gt;Last Monday&lt;br /&gt;But for schedule reasons&lt;br /&gt;I finished it at Saturday&lt;br /&gt;And because I have problems at present&lt;br /&gt;I can't think too great&lt;br /&gt;Maybe&lt;br /&gt;I can't enter any blog entries for 3-7 days&lt;br /&gt;14 days for worse&lt;br /&gt;30 days for worst&lt;br /&gt;I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I can't predict the future&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Maybe you see me I'm always happy, but in my back, I'm a lonely clown."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---- 6cycle Mind ( Clown )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-- marc22fews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/897225040162259410-1722270729433481933?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/1722270729433481933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=1722270729433481933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/1722270729433481933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/1722270729433481933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/06/day-of.html' title='The Day Of........'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-1800358151053533999</id><published>2008-05-30T21:34:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T22:07:46.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Its about a week&lt;br /&gt;From the last date&lt;br /&gt;I entered my blog&lt;br /&gt;And between those days&lt;br /&gt;Many things happened&lt;br /&gt;And all of them have something in common&lt;br /&gt;And that is&lt;br /&gt;A question&lt;br /&gt;A question that can't be answered&lt;br /&gt;By anyone&lt;br /&gt;And that question&lt;br /&gt;Is&lt;br /&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday&lt;br /&gt;We went to church&lt;br /&gt;But while we were in that place&lt;br /&gt;One thing has never&lt;br /&gt;Get out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;And that is my hamster, Betty&lt;br /&gt;Before we went away from home&lt;br /&gt;I saw her&lt;br /&gt;Like she's badly injured&lt;br /&gt;Or has a great disease&lt;br /&gt;I went to a animal clinic&lt;br /&gt;And ask if they have some at least an idea&lt;br /&gt;Of what happened to her&lt;br /&gt;But they didn't also know&lt;br /&gt;When I got back home&lt;br /&gt;She already passed away&lt;br /&gt;I was so down at the moment&lt;br /&gt;I was very guilty&lt;br /&gt;Because I felt&lt;br /&gt;That my stupidity killed her&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have enough knowledge to raise her&lt;br /&gt;And because of that&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted a life&lt;br /&gt;Why did that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;When we go to a mall&lt;br /&gt;For the reason&lt;br /&gt;I need to have another set&lt;br /&gt;Of eyeglasses&lt;br /&gt;So we went to the optical&lt;br /&gt;And checked my eyes&lt;br /&gt;The result said&lt;br /&gt;That my left eye's Astigmatism (Not pretty sure about the spelling)&lt;br /&gt;Had changed into a Near-Sighted one&lt;br /&gt;That means I have to wear glasses&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;But my right eye&lt;br /&gt;Was just the same as before&lt;br /&gt;And that is still an Astigmatism&lt;br /&gt;Why does our eye becomes blur?&lt;br /&gt;It seems like&lt;br /&gt;Its so useless&lt;br /&gt;And impossible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same day&lt;br /&gt;I went to Bio Research&lt;br /&gt;And bought another female hamster&lt;br /&gt;And named her "Kelly'&lt;br /&gt;As we were in the way&lt;br /&gt;Going home&lt;br /&gt;There are time that I felt like she's not moving&lt;br /&gt;But when a slightly shake its box&lt;br /&gt;She moves&lt;br /&gt;Why does animals are born?&lt;br /&gt;While some of them are just tortured&lt;br /&gt;And some of them are the reasons for torture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned up my hamster's home&lt;br /&gt;And realized that "Kelly" was in a&lt;br /&gt;Life-and-Death situation&lt;br /&gt;She passed at some symptoms&lt;br /&gt;Of the disease "Wet Tail"&lt;br /&gt;The said disease was something to do with&lt;br /&gt;Their intestines and bacterias&lt;br /&gt;So I put her in a separate home&lt;br /&gt;I put some water with Vitamin C on it&lt;br /&gt;And some nuts&lt;br /&gt;I was observing her&lt;br /&gt;For the whole day&lt;br /&gt;When 5pm came&lt;br /&gt;And I noticed that she isn't moving&lt;br /&gt;Even breathing&lt;br /&gt;I touched her&lt;br /&gt;And it proved&lt;br /&gt;That her lifespan ended&lt;br /&gt;I was feeling sad again&lt;br /&gt;And of course guilty&lt;br /&gt;And while I'm observing her&lt;br /&gt;I've researched about Syrian Hamster (A.K.A. Teddy Bear Hamster)&lt;br /&gt;And found out that&lt;br /&gt;A 2 Syrians can't be inside a single cage&lt;br /&gt;Except for some reasons and excuses&lt;br /&gt;And when they are inside 1 cage&lt;br /&gt;They will fight against 1 another&lt;br /&gt;And can cause death&lt;br /&gt;Why does another life has to suffer because of my stupidity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"I resign all implications, of the war that's imminent. Two lovers in mind. Can we try a conversation? One line we never said. I'm sorry I've tried"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;----Sandwich ( Two Lovers )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-1800358151053533999?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/1800358151053533999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=1800358151053533999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/1800358151053533999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/1800358151053533999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-3985120656850350781</id><published>2008-05-24T12:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T13:51:36.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Excitement and Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;I didn't enter any blog for the past 3 days&lt;br /&gt;It's because I'm somehow busy those days&lt;br /&gt;Last Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated our parents' 19th anniversary&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday&lt;br /&gt;The "BoBoyZ" reunited&lt;br /&gt;And yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I just played GTA: San Andreas in my PlayStation 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday morning&lt;br /&gt;I just logged in my Yahoo! Messenger account&lt;br /&gt;After a while&lt;br /&gt;I started to play Tekken 5&lt;br /&gt;But I was bored&lt;br /&gt;So changed it to GTA: Vice City Stories&lt;br /&gt;At 1st&lt;br /&gt;I was having a great time with it&lt;br /&gt;But after an hour&lt;br /&gt;Th DVD went crazy&lt;br /&gt;Causing the game to hang&lt;br /&gt;So I changed it again&lt;br /&gt;Into GTA: San Andreas&lt;br /&gt;About 12:30 in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;We went to Robinson's Galleria&lt;br /&gt;While my parents are enjoying&lt;br /&gt;The spa gift certificate I gave&lt;br /&gt;Me and my sister went to National Bookstore&lt;br /&gt;Just to hang out&lt;br /&gt;After that&lt;br /&gt;Our parents already called me&lt;br /&gt;To tell us that they are finish&lt;br /&gt;And we met&lt;br /&gt;Next is to eat&lt;br /&gt;We had our meal at Burgoo&lt;br /&gt;Before we go home&lt;br /&gt;We went to a comfort room&lt;br /&gt;As I was finished&lt;br /&gt;I walked around the stores near it&lt;br /&gt;And saw a pet shop&lt;br /&gt;And there I bought my 1st pair of Teddy Bear Hamsters&lt;br /&gt;I named them Teddy and Betty&lt;br /&gt;After i bought it&lt;br /&gt;We went to the department store&lt;br /&gt;And surprisingly&lt;br /&gt;Teddy went out in their box&lt;br /&gt;My mother was so shocked that she shout&lt;br /&gt;But not too long and too loud&lt;br /&gt;My sister immediately run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday&lt;br /&gt;I wake up about 8 am&lt;br /&gt;After I eat&lt;br /&gt;I went to the bathroom to have a bath&lt;br /&gt;And after that&lt;br /&gt;I went to SM Megamall&lt;br /&gt;As I arrived at Dunkin' Donut&lt;br /&gt;There was already Jerome Sy&lt;br /&gt;But Daryl and Bryan Uy was still not around&lt;br /&gt;We wait for 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;After that 30 minutes&lt;br /&gt;I went to the nearest pay phone&lt;br /&gt;To call them&lt;br /&gt;They said that they'll just go around 12:30&lt;br /&gt;So Jerome and I already walk around the mall&lt;br /&gt;We 1st played at Timezone&lt;br /&gt;But we just spent very small amount of money&lt;br /&gt;When the load depleted&lt;br /&gt;We ate our lunch&lt;br /&gt;At food court&lt;br /&gt;We bought Liempo Boy's Cruncy Liempo (Not sure of the name)&lt;br /&gt;Right after we eat&lt;br /&gt;We went At Club Synergy&lt;br /&gt;While we're wandering&lt;br /&gt;When the Uy bros, called us&lt;br /&gt;We are planing what are we going to do&lt;br /&gt;When we sa the SM Bowling Center&lt;br /&gt;So we enter and ask for the price&lt;br /&gt;The price is enought for us&lt;br /&gt;So we played bowling&lt;br /&gt;We had 2 1/2 games&lt;br /&gt;1st game&lt;br /&gt;I won&lt;br /&gt;On the 2nd game&lt;br /&gt;Jerome Sy won&lt;br /&gt;And on the unfinished set&lt;br /&gt;I won again&lt;br /&gt;After that&lt;br /&gt;We played at the club synergy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning&lt;br /&gt;I cleaned Teddy and Betty's home&lt;br /&gt;And of course&lt;br /&gt;Played with them&lt;br /&gt;After that&lt;br /&gt;I played GTA: San Andreas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;" You tried in once. You tried it twice. It tasted Better than it did before. You try and try, until you die. But you could coming back for more and you just can't stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;---- Eraserheads ( Andalusian Dog )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-3985120656850350781?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/3985120656850350781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=3985120656850350781&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/3985120656850350781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/3985120656850350781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/05/excitement-and-happiness.html' title='Excitement and Happiness'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-2828886208727669671</id><published>2008-05-20T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:42:25.775+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;After I enter my blog&lt;br /&gt;I went to our cousin's house&lt;br /&gt;In their house&lt;br /&gt;Their my other cousin&lt;br /&gt;And we had a little conversation&lt;br /&gt;When at about 6pm&lt;br /&gt;Our aunt put out a plastic&lt;br /&gt;And as we look at it&lt;br /&gt;We were shocked&lt;br /&gt;It was out toy when we were about 4-5 years old&lt;br /&gt;And because of it&lt;br /&gt;We remember the days that we're playing those things&lt;br /&gt;We remember the days that we 're fighting&lt;br /&gt;Because of those toys&lt;br /&gt;And we played with it&lt;br /&gt;While we are playing with it&lt;br /&gt;We treat ourselves as a very young ones&lt;br /&gt;While we are playing&lt;br /&gt;Our aunt gave us sandwiches and drinks&lt;br /&gt;And so&lt;br /&gt;We eat&lt;br /&gt;And after that I go home because my dad said so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning&lt;br /&gt;I went to our school for our enrollment&lt;br /&gt;In our school at that time&lt;br /&gt;There is like a reunion of our class&lt;br /&gt;But it also looked like an farewell one&lt;br /&gt;Because there are some of our classmates&lt;br /&gt;That won't be my classmate anymore&lt;br /&gt;Including Louie, Joanna and Colleen&lt;br /&gt;But majority is still my classmate&lt;br /&gt;One of those are Bea and Gerald&lt;br /&gt;At our 2nd year class&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be included in the class of Franklin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling somehow&lt;br /&gt;Not normal&lt;br /&gt;It's not because or my abnormal brain&lt;br /&gt;But it feels like&lt;br /&gt;Its very hard for me to do this blog&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the others&lt;br /&gt;I finished them in about 15 minutes&lt;br /&gt;While this one is consuming 1 hour of my lifespan&lt;br /&gt;And still consuming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me end this to this point&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Is this hollow sinking? Will tears stop their falling? Can I speak the truth if they cut my tongue? One night you wake up, you're screaming with trembling hands. And the frightening part is you don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----Eraserheads ( Milk and Money )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--marc22fews&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-2828886208727669671?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/2828886208727669671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=2828886208727669671&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2828886208727669671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/2828886208727669671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/05/into-future.html' title='Into the future'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-8662150837242758579</id><published>2008-05-19T15:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:55:38.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together With Relatives</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Its been a while&lt;br /&gt;Since I last posted my blog&lt;br /&gt;The days that I had missed&lt;br /&gt;Is not that I'm not bored&lt;br /&gt;But because of Typhoon "Cosme"&lt;br /&gt;Our telephone dial tone was lost&lt;br /&gt;So as our internet connection&lt;br /&gt;And it was back just last night&lt;br /&gt;So, here I go again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, me, my sister and my cousin, Eirene&lt;br /&gt;Went to Pateros and go to our another cousin's house&lt;br /&gt;After we got there&lt;br /&gt;We went to the school of our cousin, BNAHS at Makati&lt;br /&gt;And witness a stage play&lt;br /&gt;Which includes my cousin, Dan&lt;br /&gt;He plays a role of a very kind datu&lt;br /&gt;But later in the play&lt;br /&gt;The character he was playing&lt;br /&gt;Was assassinated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the play&lt;br /&gt;That was about 5:30 in the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;We went to their house in Pateros&lt;br /&gt;While walking from from their school&lt;br /&gt;We had a great conversation&lt;br /&gt;And a game&lt;br /&gt;As we arrived to their home&lt;br /&gt;We continued our game&lt;br /&gt;The games was called "sensitivity game"&lt;br /&gt;The game is extra-ordinary&lt;br /&gt;This game uses your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And do the similar things as the other players do&lt;br /&gt;And unlike the other games&lt;br /&gt;This games doesn't required logic&lt;br /&gt;So you don't need your brain in this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past days&lt;br /&gt;Since there are no internet connection at my place&lt;br /&gt;The computer is more useless than it looks&lt;br /&gt;Because there is no internet&lt;br /&gt;So I try something in our computer&lt;br /&gt;And that is th Nero Wave Editor&lt;br /&gt;This application can distort music files&lt;br /&gt;It can combine 2 songs&lt;br /&gt;It can make add effects for the song&lt;br /&gt;And it can make the vocals in the song&lt;br /&gt;Into a "Chipmunk" version&lt;br /&gt;Its so cool&lt;br /&gt;But there is some error in our computer&lt;br /&gt;That's why I didn't finish what I was doing&lt;br /&gt;I edited the song Balikbayan Box by Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;From their album entitled "Sticker Happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not using the computer&lt;br /&gt;I'm using my PlayStation 2&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't also have my guitar&lt;br /&gt;Because the chords is in the net&lt;br /&gt;I played Tekken 5&lt;br /&gt;Just Tekken 5&lt;br /&gt;Not the "Dark Resurrection" version&lt;br /&gt;In the arcade mode&lt;br /&gt;I'm using Hwoarang&lt;br /&gt;That is already in "Warlord" status at the present&lt;br /&gt;And Lee Chaolan&lt;br /&gt;In "Master" status&lt;br /&gt;But I stopped&lt;br /&gt;Because the foes are very difficult&lt;br /&gt;And my fingers are already aching&lt;br /&gt;But my mission for this vacation&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to Tekken 5&lt;br /&gt;Is to make at least 1 character&lt;br /&gt;In "Tekken Lord" status&lt;br /&gt;But its very. very difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;Hope you look at my blog often&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Don't even think about it. I don't care anymore. It's not the 1st time. No more excuses. I know it's perfect and it feels good but not this time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----Sandwich ( Not This Time )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-8662150837242758579?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/8662150837242758579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=8662150837242758579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/8662150837242758579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/8662150837242758579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/05/together-with-relatives.html' title='Together With Relatives'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-4625590714294837471</id><published>2008-05-16T09:31:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T10:02:25.288+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunite The Past, Sway With The Present and Ready The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;As my last blog said&lt;br /&gt;I remember the things from my elementary days&lt;br /&gt;And right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing it&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I called my bestfriend, Jerome Sy&lt;br /&gt;And Bryan and Daryl Uy (A.K.A. "The Uy Bros. or "Uyz")&lt;br /&gt;I organized a day for us to "bond"&lt;br /&gt;Not for us to be a bong paper&lt;br /&gt;But for us to be together again&lt;br /&gt;Its been a year when we last saw each other&lt;br /&gt;But its Jerome Sy&lt;br /&gt;And definitely not the Uy Bros.&lt;br /&gt;Because Uy Bros. are still my schoolmates&lt;br /&gt;And were having a time for everyone of us&lt;br /&gt;We're sharing the same club in our school&lt;br /&gt;So is Maxing Avilla&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to the "bonding day"&lt;br /&gt;Were going to meet at a certain mall&lt;br /&gt;At a certain date&lt;br /&gt;I won't announce what date and mall&lt;br /&gt;Because someone might meet with us also&lt;br /&gt;It's not being selfish to ourselves&lt;br /&gt;But we want to make it too special&lt;br /&gt;That there will only be us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when one time in our classroom&lt;br /&gt;This is already in my high school days&lt;br /&gt;When we think of also going out&lt;br /&gt;And of course, having fun&lt;br /&gt;I remember, we like to watch Speed Racer&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it will happen&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a chat conversation with some of my classmates&lt;br /&gt;Including Bea, Gerald, Charlene and Joanna&lt;br /&gt;Moments ago with Louie&lt;br /&gt;But he is already offline&lt;br /&gt;Gerald always read mangas&lt;br /&gt;Not mangoes&lt;br /&gt;But a Japanese cartoon comic&lt;br /&gt;And the title he's reading is Naruto&lt;br /&gt;Charlene is always asking some names&lt;br /&gt;But we all don't know who the hell are they&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Louise just got her messenger online&lt;br /&gt;Joanna is always busy at the moment&lt;br /&gt;And Bea have different names and numbers&lt;br /&gt;At her stat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this day&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Pateros&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go to our cousin's house&lt;br /&gt;Then after that&lt;br /&gt;Were going to their school at Makati&lt;br /&gt;To witness their stage play&lt;br /&gt;I don't the title&lt;br /&gt;But I'm expecting too much from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;I'm imagining what will happen at our bonding day&lt;br /&gt;With my elementary friends&lt;br /&gt;And I'm expecting it&lt;br /&gt;To be a stepping stone for us&lt;br /&gt;To end our friendship&lt;br /&gt;Snd treat each other as brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;And please&lt;br /&gt;Vote at my poll&lt;br /&gt;Located at the left side of this page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"The doorknob smiles at me alone. But will I open the door again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----Spongecola ( On The Floor )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-4625590714294837471?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/4625590714294837471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=4625590714294837471&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/4625590714294837471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/4625590714294837471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/05/reunite-past-sway-with-present-and.html' title='Reunite The Past, Sway With The Present and Ready The Future'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-6752253449155026400</id><published>2008-05-15T09:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T13:22:52.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night&lt;br /&gt;I was playing Ludwig Van Beethoven's "Symphony No.9"&lt;br /&gt;Which was taught to me by Bea&lt;br /&gt;When my mother came and asked me&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the free song book of our keyboard?"&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;So she asked me to look for it&lt;br /&gt;And so I did&lt;br /&gt;While I was searching for it&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked&lt;br /&gt;Because 2 of my long lost items were already found&lt;br /&gt;It is the Myx Mag where Hale's Champ and Kamikazee's Jay&lt;br /&gt;Are the covers&lt;br /&gt;And the other one&lt;br /&gt;Is the notebook that I and my friends used when we were at Grade 5&lt;br /&gt;It is a Dragonball-covered notebook&lt;br /&gt;But the notes inside is a very extra-ordinary and special&lt;br /&gt;It is our "edited" lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Because when we liked music&lt;br /&gt;We were at grade 5&lt;br /&gt;We dreamed to have a band&lt;br /&gt;Where Jerome Sy has the guitar&lt;br /&gt;So as me&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Uy handles the bass&lt;br /&gt;And Daryl Uy carries the drumsticks&lt;br /&gt;At first we choose songs we like&lt;br /&gt;Then change the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Just like Michael V.'s&lt;br /&gt;And the lyrics we make&lt;br /&gt;Were writen in 3 notebooks&lt;br /&gt;The Dragonball-covered&lt;br /&gt;The Jackie Chan Adventures-covered&lt;br /&gt;And the Mandaluyong notbook&lt;br /&gt;But the most lyrics where written at the Dragonball-covered&lt;br /&gt;So that's the most special one&lt;br /&gt;When grade 6 era came&lt;br /&gt;Some things were changed&lt;br /&gt;Like oue dream formation of the band&lt;br /&gt;Jerome Sy still have the guitar&lt;br /&gt;Bryan Uy has the bass&lt;br /&gt;Daryl have the guitars&lt;br /&gt;And I have the drum kit&lt;br /&gt;But still&lt;br /&gt;Until today&lt;br /&gt;Those words were still dreams and wishes&lt;br /&gt;But for now&lt;br /&gt;I think its still impossible to achieve that dream&lt;br /&gt;Because we're all busy in our classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;I have my Yahoo! Messenger open&lt;br /&gt;And I'm chatting with Gerald and Bea&lt;br /&gt;Gerald likes to join The Digital Pinoy for something&lt;br /&gt;That the said website can offer&lt;br /&gt;While Bea&lt;br /&gt;Likes to have breakfast&lt;br /&gt;Because of their meal, Daing&lt;br /&gt;Eirene immediately turned off her Yahoo! Messenger&lt;br /&gt;That's why we didn't have long conversation&lt;br /&gt;But its ok&lt;br /&gt;I can go to their house anytime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I'm listening to Eraserheads' Circus&lt;br /&gt;This album contains some great hits of Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;Including With A Smile, Alapaap and Kailan&lt;br /&gt;This album also contains&lt;br /&gt;Their album filler trilogy, called "Punk Zappa"&lt;br /&gt;The Trilogy have different titles&lt;br /&gt;The 1st one is called "Punk Zappa"&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd is "No Royalty Album Filler No.9"&lt;br /&gt;And the 3rd is "Prof. Banlaoi's Transcedental Medication After Every Six Month's"&lt;br /&gt;But also known as "Punk Zappa 3"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all for now&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"When you think you find it. Know you find it. Don't forget your heart. Because your soul is burning, time's a-turning. No one stays the same."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;----Sandwich ( Butterfly Carnival )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/897225040162259410-6752253449155026400?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/6752253449155026400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=6752253449155026400&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/6752253449155026400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/6752253449155026400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-night-i-was-playing-ludwig-van.html' title='The Past'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-1463476835569282487</id><published>2008-05-14T15:43:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T09:56:09.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I didn't have my blog yesterday&lt;br /&gt;It means that I didn't have time for it&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I started my computer&lt;br /&gt;When my sister immediately used it&lt;br /&gt;As for me&lt;br /&gt;I went to our 3rd floor for my ps2&lt;br /&gt;And played Tekken 5........again&lt;br /&gt;I already finished all the characters' stories ( using story mode )&lt;br /&gt;Some epilogues are to serious&lt;br /&gt;Including Julia Chang's, Christie Monteiro's and Devil Jin's&lt;br /&gt;While some are very funny&lt;br /&gt;Like Kuma's, Panda's, Heihachi Mishima's and Marchall Law's&lt;br /&gt;But Ling Xiaoyu's ( I'm very sorry if I misspelled it ) epilogue out-stand&lt;br /&gt;Because her epilogue was the only epilogue that has the same quality&lt;br /&gt;As quality of anime videos&lt;br /&gt;So her epilogue looked like a short anime&lt;br /&gt;Right now I like to play some more&lt;br /&gt;But I also like to have some blog first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday also&lt;br /&gt;My uncle went on our crib and fixed my guitar&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm enjoying it&lt;br /&gt;So right now&lt;br /&gt;My left-hand fingers are aching because of it&lt;br /&gt;Because my guitar is just not too good&lt;br /&gt;That's why when it is tunned it normal tunning&lt;br /&gt;It's to stretched&lt;br /&gt;But still I played my guitar&lt;br /&gt;I played songs from the newest song book I bought&lt;br /&gt;Which is entitled "Just Music", December 2007 issue&lt;br /&gt;Some songs that I played that I got their chords from the said magazine&lt;br /&gt;Are Sandwich's "Cheese Factor Set To 9" and "Butterfly Carnival"&lt;br /&gt;Cambio's "Pasaway" and Pedicab's "Bleached Streaks"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night&lt;br /&gt;While I was playing Tekken 5&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to my radio at my phone&lt;br /&gt;It is in RX93.1&lt;br /&gt;When I suddenly heard a song&lt;br /&gt;It is sang by a female&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure but they said she was a Singaporean&lt;br /&gt;The song was too good&lt;br /&gt;When it was playing&lt;br /&gt;I felt like the Earth stopped moving&lt;br /&gt;I really like th song&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted to download it&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the title&lt;br /&gt;That's why I search for it at the net using its lyrics&lt;br /&gt;And I found it&lt;br /&gt;It is entitled "On The Side Of Me" by Corrinne May&lt;br /&gt;And because of that&lt;br /&gt;I felt like I want to play some good-old songs&lt;br /&gt;But not literaly old&lt;br /&gt;but year/s old already&lt;br /&gt;Including Stonefree's "LSS", Silent Sanctuary's "Kismet" and Eraserheads' "Fill Her"&lt;br /&gt;It's really great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess its the last of it&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Everyone needs a friend to hold when it's cold outside and there's no place to go. Everyone needs a friend to hold. All alone I cried, there was no place to go. I remember when nobody cared, but you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;--Corrinne May ( On The Side Of Me )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--marc22fews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&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/897225040162259410-1463476835569282487?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/1463476835569282487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=1463476835569282487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/1463476835569282487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/1463476835569282487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-didnt-have-my-blog-yesterday-it-means.html' title='GPM'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-6646800913086190188</id><published>2008-05-12T13:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:55:29.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From silent to deaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;Today I've wake up late&lt;br /&gt;Compared to my usual time in waking up&lt;br /&gt;after I eat&lt;br /&gt;I played my ps2 with Tekken 5 inside it&lt;br /&gt;I've used Roger Jr., Anna Williams and Nina Williams&lt;br /&gt;All in Story Mode&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to finish the game 100%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, I've been listening to Eraserheads' "Cutterpillow"&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know if it is fortunate or unfortunate&lt;br /&gt;But I've been addicted to Eraserheads' "Fill Her"&lt;br /&gt;The song is accompanied by just an acoustic guitar&lt;br /&gt;They just plucked it&lt;br /&gt;And the soft voice of Ely Buendia made the song very................romantic?&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know the right term&lt;br /&gt;But just try to have a copy&lt;br /&gt;Also, its lyrics is very meaningful&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it has something to do with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I remember something&lt;br /&gt;This morning, while I'm eating&lt;br /&gt;I watched Naruto Shippuden at Hero&lt;br /&gt;And I found it out that it sucks&lt;br /&gt;Not the series but the dubbing&lt;br /&gt;The Tagalog language and the dubber's voice is not that good to pair the anime&lt;br /&gt;I think it's better if it is in English dubbed&lt;br /&gt;Or in Japanese language with English/Tagalog subtitle&lt;br /&gt;But the anime itself, it's good&lt;br /&gt;But still, I haven't watch the latest episode on the net&lt;br /&gt;In short, I'm not updated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I made this blog&lt;br /&gt;I was tunning my guitar&lt;br /&gt;And it's very hard&lt;br /&gt;I think, until now, it's still not tunned&lt;br /&gt;Maybe later this day&lt;br /&gt;Either before or after I go to the dentist&lt;br /&gt;I'll go to my uncle to help me do it&lt;br /&gt;If I can't able to do it today&lt;br /&gt;I'll settle it tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting this blog&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to have some quotes written at the end of each blog&lt;br /&gt;I'm not promising&lt;br /&gt;But just trying&lt;br /&gt;I'll get the quotes probably from some lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this blog&lt;br /&gt;I want to have some "special thanks"&lt;br /&gt;To Gerald "Gerbene" Emalada&lt;br /&gt;For accepting my referral for the site "The Digital Pinoy"&lt;br /&gt;If you want to join&lt;br /&gt;Or receiver some "special thanks" to this blog&lt;br /&gt;Just click the link at my 3rd blog ( Interest and Tries )&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Though I can't see you, I can feel you. I'm so glad you open my door. And when I get near, all my fears disappear. And I won't be alone anymore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;----The Eraserheads (Fill Her)&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;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;--marc22fews&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897225040162259410-6646800913086190188?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-5361987004340328147</id><published>2008-05-11T10:19:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:45:45.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Interests and Tries</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;As usual&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;So there's a reason for my 3rd blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days&lt;br /&gt;I've been downloading OPM artist's album&lt;br /&gt;So right now I'm enjoying them&lt;br /&gt;Some of the albums I've downloaded are&lt;br /&gt;Sandwich's S Mark's The Spot&lt;br /&gt;Pupil's Wildlife&lt;br /&gt;Eraserheads' Cutterpillow&lt;br /&gt;And Hopia Mani Popcorn 2&lt;br /&gt;Right now&lt;br /&gt;While making this blog&lt;br /&gt;I'm listening to Cutterpillow&lt;br /&gt;These album contains some of the best hit made by Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;Including Super Proxy&lt;br /&gt;Overdrive&lt;br /&gt;Huwag Mo Nang Itanong&lt;br /&gt;And Ang Huling El Bimbo&lt;br /&gt;Try to have a copy of this album&lt;br /&gt;You won't regret it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Our friend gave us a new dog&lt;br /&gt;And the dog is a girl (or should I say bitch)&lt;br /&gt;And we name her "Shojo"&lt;br /&gt;The name is like our last dog, "Shogun"&lt;br /&gt;"Shogun' is now under Eirene's care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I go&lt;br /&gt;Please check this site and just register&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, its free and also virus-free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thedigitalpinoy.com/?ref=28024"&gt;http://www.thedigitalpinoy.com/?ref=28024&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;See you at the site&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--marc22fews&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/897225040162259410-5361987004340328147?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/5361987004340328147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=5361987004340328147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/5361987004340328147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/5361987004340328147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/05/right-now-as-usual-im-bored-so-theres.html' title='Interests and Tries'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-897225040162259410.post-3142753306990195919</id><published>2008-05-10T10:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:41:50.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>As I enter.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As I start this blog&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to introduce myself&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for that&lt;br /&gt;Now let's begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Marc Elison Libramonte Capco&lt;br /&gt;At present, I've already finished 14 years of my lifespan&lt;br /&gt;My celebration day is January 22 '94&lt;br /&gt;I studied nursery course at Wisdom Grade School&lt;br /&gt;But only lasted for half semester&lt;br /&gt;The other half?&lt;br /&gt;It was at "Puso ni Hesus Playschool"&lt;br /&gt;After that&lt;br /&gt;I was enrolled at Pasig Community School for my kinder years&lt;br /&gt;I've spend 2 years for my kinder years at the same school&lt;br /&gt;Of course, after kinder, was elementary&lt;br /&gt;So I spent and finished it at the very same school&lt;br /&gt;At that school, it was somehow pressuring me&lt;br /&gt;But also fun because of my classmates&lt;br /&gt;As I graduated&lt;br /&gt;I entered the rooms of Pasig City Science High School&lt;br /&gt;And at present&lt;br /&gt;I'm entering my 2nd year at high school&lt;br /&gt;Still at Pasig Science&lt;br /&gt;And I just don't wanna let my scholarship slip away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's very obvious that I like games and music&lt;br /&gt;It is already shown at the title of my blog&lt;br /&gt;You may see something about me at my 1st blog&lt;br /&gt;My 1st blog?&lt;br /&gt;It's about music and games&lt;br /&gt;Just try to check it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spend most of my times&lt;br /&gt;Playing my PlayStation 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;Using my computer&lt;br /&gt;Playing my guitar&lt;br /&gt;That's when I am home&lt;br /&gt;But when I'm at school&lt;br /&gt;I just take it seriously&lt;br /&gt;So when I'm at home&lt;br /&gt;I won't have to study anymore&lt;br /&gt;Because I already done it at school&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What more should I say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 2 phones and 3 simcards&lt;br /&gt;Namely Globe, Sun Cellular and TM&lt;br /&gt;I'm using the same computer as my sister and parents use&lt;br /&gt;And that's why they somewhat kinda mad at me&lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because of my addiction in using computer&lt;br /&gt;(Including IMing, soundtriping and gaming)&lt;br /&gt;I over-used it&lt;br /&gt;Especially the keyoard&lt;br /&gt;Because of me&lt;br /&gt;Some letter of our keyboard is already erased&lt;br /&gt;Including A,S,D,K,L,H,G,N,M,C and some others&lt;br /&gt;they're having a difficult time when their using our computer set because of that&lt;br /&gt;I have 1 Gmail account&lt;br /&gt;3 Yahoo! accounts&lt;br /&gt;1 Imeem account&lt;br /&gt;2 Friendster accounts&lt;br /&gt;And this Blogspot accoung&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like collecting songs&lt;br /&gt;Particularly, OPM Rock and Alternative Rock&lt;br /&gt;Including the music of Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;Also Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;And Spongecola&lt;br /&gt;And of course, why should I forget Pupil&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I'm just listening to their songs&lt;br /&gt;But I also enjoy other bands and artist&lt;br /&gt;But still, under the genre I like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I made this blog?&lt;br /&gt;It's very simple&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored&lt;br /&gt;That's it&lt;br /&gt;And the reason why I write in it poem-style?&lt;br /&gt;Still very simple&lt;br /&gt;I want to treat it as lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more and nothing less&lt;br /&gt;But I'm facing the truth&lt;br /&gt;That one day&lt;br /&gt;I'll be sick ang tired to post new blogs&lt;br /&gt;That's no wonder in me&lt;br /&gt;It's always like that&lt;br /&gt;I always start and end things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok&lt;br /&gt;This is the last of it&lt;br /&gt;If you are bored&lt;br /&gt;Can't think of doing something&lt;br /&gt;You are always welcome at my blog&lt;br /&gt;Or better&lt;br /&gt;Try to have a blog&lt;br /&gt;It's somehow fun&lt;br /&gt;But still, it cuts your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--marc22fews&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/897225040162259410-3142753306990195919?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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broken-hearted, emotional (A.K.A. Emo) songs are available&lt;br /&gt;    Rocker type? Rock songs are also included in the package&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I like OPM (Original Pilipino/Pinoy Music)&lt;br /&gt;    I like the bands Sponge Cola&lt;br /&gt;    The legendary Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt;    Pupil where Eraserheads' frontman, Ely Buendia is also the frontman&lt;br /&gt;    Sandwich is also great, together with their frontman Raimund Marasigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    While in the gaming environment&lt;br /&gt;    MMORPGs are the reigning games of the present time&lt;br /&gt;    Especially the game Warcraft (A.K.A. DOTA)&lt;br /&gt;    But I personally like Strategy-types&lt;br /&gt;    This kind of game, for me, can help you think sharper&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Racing-type are also great&lt;br /&gt;    It's just I like cars&lt;br /&gt;    When I'm playing racing games&lt;br /&gt;    I feel like I'm the real driver&lt;br /&gt;    Greatest racing games I've played&lt;br /&gt;    Are Gran Turismo and Need for Speed&lt;br /&gt;    Gran Turismo lets you choose up to many cars&lt;br /&gt;    And lets you upgrade it with ever part of the cars&lt;br /&gt;    So you'll be able to have ideas of the parts of the cars&lt;br /&gt;    While in Need for Speed&lt;br /&gt;    They let you upgrade your car&lt;br /&gt;    Not just the performance&lt;br /&gt;    But also the the visuals for your car&lt;br /&gt;    Including carbon spoilers ang roof scoop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well that's all for this one&lt;br /&gt;    Thank's for reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --marc22fews&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&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/897225040162259410-8076982296016684447?l=marc22fews.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/feeds/8076982296016684447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=897225040162259410&amp;postID=8076982296016684447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/8076982296016684447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/897225040162259410/posts/default/8076982296016684447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marc22fews.blogspot.com/2008/05/music-and-game.html' title='Music and Game'/><author><name>ag22z</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07725543972306381714</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_f6fL8BvHKfg/TAEf24Qz1CI/AAAAAAAAAC0/tWRj7vw2Z2k/S220/PB284221.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
