<?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-21756167</id><updated>2011-08-21T00:20:26.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fermeture</title><subtitle type='html'>Insonorisez vos mots comme l'aigu muet qui vous êtes. 
Les pensées dans ma tête juste viendraient et iraient. Le puits i ne savent pas.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114414399255726215</id><published>2006-04-04T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T14:23:02.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG sa xanga</title><content type='html'>friends, i have a new blog. i decided to make it my permanent blog and not just my "other" blog like what i ahve said before. bsta dun nlng kau mag visit or magpost ng comments and tag. that's my official blog now.  its easier there sa xanga kc e. pero msaya din nmn sa blogspot. hindi ko na to iuupdate pero i wouldnt delete the posts or this whole blog. its nice to go back to thepast.hehe. bsta un. visit my official blog a! tapos mag tag kayo. hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://xanga.com/jonees"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://xanga.com/jonees&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-114414399255726215?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114414399255726215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114414399255726215' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114414399255726215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114414399255726215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/04/blog-sa-xanga.html' title='BLOG sa xanga'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114406444306737205</id><published>2006-04-03T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:45:17.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Counter Strike</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Here's what jed had to say about the computer game na "the thing" before. so funny. read it for a good laugh. here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   ang pinakaunang pagcounter    ko, kasama ko pa si joonee.. naglaro kami sa hobby stop.. may mapa noon.. di    ko na maalala kung ano.. basta ang gamit ko yung shotgun (2, 2).. tapos    sobrang di ko alam kung sino sino kalaban ko at ano yung dapat kong gawin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   kasi naman.. ang huling    first person game na nalaro ko, quake 2.. e sobrang layo ng konsepto ng quake    sa counter.. basta yon.. so di ko alam talaga gagawin ko.. naglalakad lakad    ako don ng parang bulag sa gitna ng quiapo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   tapos puta.. sinigawan ba    naman ako ng isang beteranong manlalaro don "hoy bugok nasa taas mo yung    kalaban, tanga ka ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   TAENA MO.. hindi ako tanga..    HINDI LANG AKO MARUNONG..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   seryoso, nakakagago yung    ulul na yon.. e di walang nangyari.. patay ako.. di ko man lang alam kung sino    yung pumatay sakin.. tapos umuwi ako ng bigo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   summer yon ng second year..    papuntang third year.. naging isang malaking hit ang counter-strike sa amin..    pag recess o lunch, puta, puro counter yung pinaguusapan.. sinong napatay ni    ganito.. anong ginamit ni ganyan na pampatay.. sino yung umutot habang    nangssnipe si ganyan.. basta.. mga malawakang jakulan ng sarili ba.. hehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   tapos tamang tama.. yung    moderator namin noong third year, gumawa ng bagong network gaming.. sa prince    david.. XFN yung pangalan.. tapos yon.. parati kaming naglalaro don ng mga    kaibigan ko.. nagpapareserve kami agad para di kami maunahan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   puta.. ang saya ng    counter-strike.. sobrang saya talaga na ewan.. ang galing e.. kasi ang astig    don, magkakasama kayo ng mga kaibigan mo, tapos parepareho kayong naglalaro ng    isang game na may kampihan.. di tulad ng quake.. bara bara.. at maraming may    gusto ng realistic combat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   tumatambay kami sa XFN    maghapon at magdamag.. ARAW ARAW kaming naglalaro at nagpapatayan.. seryosong    ang saya saya naming lahat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   at shempre, sa isang laro..    may nananalo, at may natatalo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   buti nalang wala ako dun sa    side ng natatalo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   kinilala, nirespeto,    kinamuhian, kinainisan, kinaburatan ang panglan ko sa XFN.. hahahahaha.. OO    CHONG INAAMIN KO, NAGYAYABANG AKO.. TAENA MAY IPAGYAYABANG NAMAN KASI E.. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   seryosong ang galing ko.. oo    magaling rin yung iba.. pero mas magaling talaga ako e.. taena.. may isang    pagkakataon dati.. may mga tiga kostka.. pumasok sa XFN.. e ako yung    nagbabantay don.. naglaro sila.. e di ako naman, sumali.. heh.. puta ako lang    magisa e.. di ko na maalala masyado.. pero ang alam ko, 6 sila ata.. heh.. or    7.. basta 3 yung babae..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   e di andon na ako..    naglalaro laro.. pinapatay patay sila.. naggangup sila laban sakin.. naging 5    on 2 yung laro.. (ayaw na ata pumayag nung server ng 6 on 1 e.. di pwede..)    kaya yon.. sige.. tapos HINDI SILA MANALO.. seryoso.. yung mga patay nila    sakin, yung tipong chamba lang sa granada na ewan.. tapos yung kakampi ko pa    yung tipong hindi marunong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   haahahahaha.. tawang tawa    ako non.. yung mga lalake pa namang yon, tipong nagyayabang dun sa mga babae    nila na magaling sila.. hahahahahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   tapos puta, alam niyo ba..    lumapit sakin yung isang lalake.. tapos ganito ang naging usapan namin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"ikaw ba yung harry potter?"    sabi niya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"oo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"bat mo pinapatay yung    girlfriend ko?" pagalit na sagot niya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;tapos ko parang "ano?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"bat mo siya pinapatay? jan sa    counter?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"uh.. kalaban ko siya e?" sabi    ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"e bat mo pinapatay? girlfriend    ko yan e!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    e di taena, naburat na rin    ako.. ang bobo e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"e anong gagawin ko? hihintayin    siyang patayin ako? gago ka pala e.. kalaban ko yon e.." sabi ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   tapos yon.. inawat.. pero di    na siya nakapagsalita.. umalis nalang.. hahahahahaha.. taenang yan.. nalampaso    ko lang sa counter at napahiya sa babae niya nagangas angas pa.. HAHAHAHHAHA..    PUTANGINA MO PARE ASAN KA MAN..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   nagpatuloy ang pagdominate    namin sa XFN (namin kasi magaling rin si paolo katigbak.. kasama ko siya    parati e..).. pumapatay at nambuburat ng tao.. tapos may sinabi sakin yung isa    kong kaibigan na tipong nagexplain kung baket nabuburat yung mga tao.. sabi    niya :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   "kasi naglalaro yung mga    yon, tapos akala nila ang galing na nila e.. tapos makakalaban kayo.. e    lalampasuhin niyo.. puta nakakaburat yon.. ang sakit non.." ayan.. parang    ganyan yung sinabi niya.. heh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   pero kung iisipin, masakit    nga naman.. yung tipong akala mo kuhang kuha mo na yung isang bagay tapos    biglang may mangyayari na magpapatunay na hindi pala.. alam mo kung gano    nakakaburat yon? para bang may langgam yung ulam mong tinolang manok.. taenang    yan.. unang una, nakakaburat yon kasi may langgam yung ulam mo.. pangalawa,    PUTA TINOLANG MANOK YON E! BAT LALANGGAMIN YON!? taena.. ganong klaseng burat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   e di ayon.. gumawa kami ng    "clan".. usong uso yon nung panahon na yon e.. pangalan nung clan namin.. &lt;-=[MASAKER]=-&gt;..    bale ang mga kasama jan, ako, si katigbak, si kuya ni sargan at si messenger..    4 lang kami.. pero puta.. sobrang walang makapalag samin.. SERYOSO yon.. may    isang time.. 7 on 4.. sa italy.. dun talaga nagsimula to e.. 7 on 4, yung 7 na    yon yung mga marurunong maglaro a.. pero nilampaso talaga.. halos walang    namamtay saming apat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   marahil, kung manlalaro ka    ng counter, sinasabi mo na sa sarili mo na "oo na, puta, lahat naman magaling    e.. feeling mo magaling ka pero mas magaling ako sayo gago.. wag ka na    magyabang.." sorry chong.. pero hindi talaga e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   nung "prime" namin..    naglalaro laro kami kung saan saan.. blue skies.. naglaro kami don.. hahahahha..    may nakakatawang gago don e.. kasi ganito.. e di naglalaro na kami diba.. top    top kami ni katigbak.. tapos biglang may dumating.. may dala pa siyang    sariling mouse.. tancha ko kabarkada to nung may ari e.. tapos naglaro siya..    puta ang yabang talaga nung gago.. naka bind pa mouse1 niya ang sinasabi "here    i come to save the day" kasi mighty mouse nick niya e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   BOOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   patay si gago.. bumulagta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   pangalawang round..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   BANG BANG..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   patay siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   reconnect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   pagpasok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   BOOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   patay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   siguro nabuburat na si gago    kasi parating ako o kaya si pao lang ang nakakapatay sa kanya.. tapos nung    nasunod sunod ko siya ng patay.. biglang banat ng "so you think youre good    huh?" tapos finoflood pa niya yung screen..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   hindi ko teritoryo yung blue    skies, kaya hinayaan ko nalang siya.. at nagpatuloy.. habang tawang tawa na    ako sa loob.. mejo katabi ko pa naman siya.. so tumitingin tingin siya sakin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   next round.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   BANG BANG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   patay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   naburat si gago, umalis..    hahahaha.. mukha siyang timang don, dala dala niya yung mouse niya, tapos    niyaya niya yung isa niyang kaibigan "puta pare kain tayo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   HAHAHAHAHHA. PU-TANG-INA-MO.    HAHAHHAHAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   ganon rin.. naglaro kami sa    hobby stop.. kami ng mga Fboys laban sa mga regulars don.. asa de_dust    kami..kakasali lang namin.. tapos biglang nananalo nalo na kami.. napapansin    nila na palaban yung mga bagong sali, kaya lipat lahat yung magkakakilala sa    isang side.. tapos kami sa isa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   hahahahahahahahahahaha..    puta, tatawa nalang ako.. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. makalipas ang mga isang oras    nung natatalo talo na sila ng sobra, nabuburat na.. sabi ba naman.. "puta    naman yung mga bagong sali epal o.. bumibisita lang e.."    HAHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHA.. tapos wala.. pinalitan yung map.. tapos yung map pa,    yung map na gawa nila.. e di puta, kami walang alam don.. e di natalo talo    kami..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   banat ba naman sila ng "PUTA    HANGGANG DE_DUST LANG PALA TONG MGA TO E.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   lumipas ang trenta minutos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   natatalo na sila, sa mapa    nila..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   kinick kami.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      HAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. mga bugoy..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   hahaha.. tapos mayron pang    isa.. dito naman sa may amin.. yung iskul.net.. kasi yung naglalaro don, mga    jologs talaga.. o yung mga wa class.. puta ang sama ko, pero totoo.. yung    unang punta ko don.. bago palang.. e adik ako non e.. gusto kong tignan kung    astig don.. ok naman.. kinalaban ko yung mga may ari.. tatlo sila.. tapos    napansin ko isa lang yung magaling.. so yon.. nilampaso ko sila.. pagkatapos    ko maglaro.. sabi nung may ari:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   "tangina pare nilampaso mo    kami a.. ang galing mo.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   hehehe.. sabi ko naman "di    yon.. chamba lang.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   e di yon.. naglaro pa ako    don.. kasi kilala ko na yung may ari e.. tapos yung mga nakakalaban ko, mga    jologs talaga.. tapos parati ko silang natatalo.. kaya pagdating ng konti pang    panahon, nakagawa na ako ng pangalan don.. "si potter" ika nga nila..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   parang nung isang beses na    pagpunta ko don.. nung pagsali ko, may narinig nalang ako.. "oi si potter o..    magaling yan e.." tapos yon.. di ko naman sila nadidisappoint.. heehehehehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   tapos matagal akong nawala..    at may pumalit sa "trono" ko kumbaga.. yung J.J. ata yon.. naghahamon siya.. 1    on 1 daw.. e di sige.. payag ako..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   taena.. KALA KO MAGALING.    SUPOT PALA SI GAGO.. puro porma lang.. tapos biglang may dumating na mga    kaibigan niya.. ang sabi ba naman:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   "o, J.J. sino nanaman yang    tinatalo mo.." sabi nung skwater..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   "ulul. wala." sabi ni J.J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   "asuuuuuus.. sino yan? siya    ba yan?" tinuro ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   "oo, wag ka ngang maingay."    sabi ni J.J.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   "baket? talong talo ba?"    sabay pinindot niya yung tab..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; NAME                 KILLS                          DEATHS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Potter                   16                                    3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;J.J.                        3                                  16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   ....o e di tumahimik si    gago.. naglakad paalis... HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   blitzkreig. rush. yung mga    networks sa anonas. kahit saan. nabuburat sakin mga tao.. hahahaha.. sayang    nga lang. di ko nakalaban si rayms nung "peak" ko.. heh.. si rayms kasi balita    ko sobrang galing e.. sayang.. naghahanap kami ng challenge noon e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   taena, napasaya yung kwento    ko.. nakalimutan ko yung pinakapunto ng lahat ng ito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   alam niyo ba kung baket    sobrang astig ng counter-strike? kung baket KA naadik o kung baket naadik yung    boyfriend mo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   una, naisip ko, kasi astig    e.. ang galing talaga e.. team game na realistic.. ang galing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   pero..... hindi rin e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   sobrang nakakaadik yon, kasi    andun yung saya ng pagkakasama e.. bonding rin yon e.. alam niyo yung tipong    asa isang lugar lang kayong magkakaibigan, nagkkwentuhan tungkol sa mga bagay    bagay, tapos tawa kayo ng tawa at ang saya saya niyo? parang ganyan rin yon    e.. asa isang lugar lang kayong lahat, tapos sobrang nagsasaya kayo.. ang    galing kaya.. mas nagiging close kayo ng mga kaibigan mo.. ang saya e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   andun yung tipong, ikaw yung    leader. ikaw yung nasusunod.. ikaw yung sinusundan.. andun rin yung    nagtutulungan kayo para mapatay yung mga kalaban.. andun yung nagpplano plano    pa kayo para manalo.. andun yung nagtatago kayo sa isang lugar tapos pag    napatay kayong lahat, ayos lang.. kasi parepareho naman kayong napatay.. andon    yung may kinokomsatan kayo.. andun yung may isang kaibigan mo na sobrang    walang alam kaya pinaglalaruan niyo at tinatawanan.. andun yung inuulul mo    yujng mga kalaban mong nabuburat sayo kasi ang galing mo.. hahahahahaha..    taena..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   manalo, matalo.. astig parin    e.. andun parin yung mga patay mo na sobrang astig at nakakagulat. yung    nagtago ka lang sa isang lugar tapos naubos mo yung isang team.. o lumusob ka    magisa at naubos mo lahat.. andun yung isa ka nalang tapos buo pa yung army at    sabay sabay kang pinatay.. ang galing talaga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   hindi naman talaga    nakakaadik yung game itself e.. ang nakakaadik don, yung nararamdaman mo    habang, at pagkatapos maglaro.. yung tipong saya dahil ang galing mo at    nilampaso mo lahat.. yung tipong nakakalimutan mo yung mga problema mo dahil    mas iniisip mo pa kung lulusubin mo ng knife yung sniper na bakla..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   pag may problema,    nagcoucounter kami.. pag may longtest, nagcoucounter kami.. pag bagsak sa    longtest na yon dahil sa counter, nagcoucounter kami.. taena.. kahit kailan,    kahit saan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   shempre, ang lahat ng yon,    may kapalit na kasamaang pangyayari.. isa na don yung PAGKAPATAY NG SOCIAL    LIFE NAMING LAHAT.. puta.. soiree soiree pa, COUNTER NALANG! gimik namin yung    sa XFN.. o kaya sa blitzkrieg.. taena.. COUNTER COUNTER COUNTER.. tapos di    lang yon.. nagkandababagsak pa kaming lahat.. taenang yan.. bumaba ng bumaba    grades namin.. pero wala lahat kaming pakialam.. masaya magcounter e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:verdana;"  align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   haaaay.. counter-strike..    namimiss ko na yung mga araw na yan.. pinakaastig kong record ata, yung 3 on 1    e.. sa TANK pa yon.. taena.. hahahahaha.. 150+ kills 20+deaths.. hehehehe..    taenang yan.. di na bumalik ulit yung mga nilampaso kong yon e.. umalis    nalang.. nahiya.. hahahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-114406444306737205?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114406444306737205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114406444306737205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114406444306737205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114406444306737205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/04/counter-strike.html' title='Counter Strike'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114403717049150491</id><published>2006-04-03T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:06:10.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>johari</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="text-align: center; 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vertical-align: top; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Blind Spot&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known only to others)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(212, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;able&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 0, 0);"&gt;adaptable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 0, 0);"&gt;bold&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 0, 0);"&gt;brave&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 0, 0);"&gt;caring&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;clever&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;confident&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(170, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;dependable&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;energetic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;helpful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(170, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;idealistic&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 0, 0);"&gt;independent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 0, 0);"&gt;intelligent&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(170, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;kind&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 0, 0);"&gt;logical&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 0, 0);"&gt;loving&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 0, 0);"&gt;mature&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 0, 0);"&gt;patient&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 0, 0);"&gt;powerful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 0, 0);"&gt;proud&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 0, 0);"&gt;relaxed&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 0, 0);"&gt;responsive&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(127, 0, 0);"&gt;sensible&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 0, 0);"&gt;trustworthy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 0, 0);"&gt;warm&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(85, 0, 0);"&gt;wise&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(42, 0, 0);"&gt;witty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background: rgb(204, 255, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 50%; vertical-align: top; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Façade&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known only to self)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; observant&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 4px; background: rgb(204, 204, 204) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; width: 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; &lt;h2 style="margin: 0px;"&gt;Unknown&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;div style="font-size: 0.7em;"&gt;(known to nobody)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 0.8em;"&gt; accepting, calm, complex, dignified, giving, ingenious, introverted, knowledgeable, modest, nervous, organised, quiet, reflective, religious, searching, self-assertive, self-conscious, sentimental, shy, sympathetic, tense&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Dominant Traits&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;53%&lt;/b&gt; of people agree that jonees is &lt;b&gt;cheerful&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3&gt;All Percentages&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;able&lt;/b&gt; (33%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;accepting (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;adaptable&lt;/b&gt; (13%) &lt;b&gt;bold&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;b&gt;brave&lt;/b&gt; (13%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;calm (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;caring&lt;/b&gt; (13%) &lt;b&gt;cheerful&lt;/b&gt; (53%) &lt;b&gt;clever&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;complex (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;confident&lt;/b&gt; (40%) &lt;b&gt;dependable&lt;/b&gt; (26%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;dignified (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;energetic&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;b&gt;extroverted&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;b&gt;friendly&lt;/b&gt; (46%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;giving (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;happy&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;b&gt;helpful&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;b&gt;idealistic&lt;/b&gt; (26%) &lt;b&gt;independent&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;ingenious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;intelligent&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;introverted (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;kind&lt;/b&gt; (26%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;knowledgeable (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;logical&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;b&gt;loving&lt;/b&gt; (13%) &lt;b&gt;mature&lt;/b&gt; (13%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;modest (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;nervous (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;observant (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;organised (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;patient&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;b&gt;powerful&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;b&gt;proud&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;quiet (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;reflective (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;relaxed&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;religious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;responsive&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;searching (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;self-assertive (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;self-conscious (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;sensible&lt;/b&gt; (20%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;sentimental (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;shy (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;silly&lt;/b&gt; (13%) &lt;b&gt;spontaneous&lt;/b&gt; (13%) &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;sympathetic (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(136, 136, 136);"&gt;tense (0%)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;b&gt;trustworthy&lt;/b&gt; (13%) &lt;b&gt;warm&lt;/b&gt; (13%) &lt;b&gt;wise&lt;/b&gt; (13%) &lt;b&gt;witty&lt;/b&gt; (6%) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); padding: 8px; background: rgb(238, 238, 238) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-align: center; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;"&gt; Created by the &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari" target="_new"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Interactive Johari Window&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on 2.4.2006, using data from 15 respondents.&lt;br&gt; You can &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari" target="_new"&gt;make your own Johari Window&lt;/a&gt;, or &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?view=jonees" target="_new"&gt;view jonees's full data&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=jonees" target="_new"&gt;answer in her johari window&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;wlang naglagay na shy and quiet ako?haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-114403717049150491?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114403717049150491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114403717049150491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114403717049150491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114403717049150491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/04/johari.html' title='johari'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114390938499176818</id><published>2006-04-02T00:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T11:18:07.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I wanna say thank you to everyone who made my highschool life worth remembering. first sa mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kabarkada&lt;/span&gt; ko. thanks sa lahat and for being a sister to me. sobrang love ko kau. whatever happens, tau paring apat. very personal na ung iba kaya yan lngung ippost ko dito.haha. then to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bear family&lt;/span&gt;. shit i love this family soo much. to bugs, ninya, kla, chua, guani, marianne (again.hehe), thanks for everything. saya ng san jose class ko dhil sa inyo. hindi ko cguro mamahalin ng sobra sobra ung 4san jose kng wla kau dun. enjoy ako sa lahat.thanks sa lahat.i would never forget ung sabaw moments ntin, ung retreat, ung sugal sessions natin, bsta everything. tas sa mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dung&lt;/span&gt;. haha. thanks rin kc khit nung field trip lng tlga tau nagenjoy ng sobra sobra na nagbibisaya, sobrang mahal ko kau. then to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4san jose&lt;/span&gt;. thanks for making the class standout in different ways.thanks for the support in everything.love ko kau. next sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;batchmates&lt;/span&gt; ko. taena i love this batch! buti nlng i transeferred dito sa hfs kc kung hindi, i couldve missed a lot. as in a lot. thanks sa lahat. then to&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; SCEB2k6.&lt;/span&gt; shit ill never forget this guys.this batch. u taught me a lot. cguro almost everything na i need to know, i learned it from sceb. sa buong sceb2k6, thanks sa lahat. lalo na k ninya and bugs kc kng d dhil sa knila, hindi ako magrrun for sceb. edi hindi ko kau mkksma. so aun. thank you tlga. to sceb2k6, ill never forgert you. love ko kau. next nman is k &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sir villarey&lt;/span&gt;. sir, thanks for being our dad sa school. we really felt na daddy nmin ikaw. para skin, u are the best teacher i ever had. d ka nga nagturo sa acads pero in terms of cocurricular aspects and life, u r the best. thanks dad! to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tulog team sa bandroom&lt;/span&gt;! thanks tlga. i will never forget ung times na nagppaexcuse tau sa class just to be in the bandroom then jamming.haha. then sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hfs highschool department&lt;/span&gt;. thanks sa lahat ng memories. lalo na sa pagpapapila nmin sa inyo then magagalit kmi kc magulo kau. hehe. love ko kaung lahat. then to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sir libo-on&lt;/span&gt;.cguro u thought na ayaw nmin sau or something pero i wanna tell u na u made me stronger. u made us all stronger. everything we experienced under u helped us become better persons.thanks soo much. tapos sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;faculty and staff and sa admin ng hfs&lt;/span&gt; nmn. thanks. lahat kau made me feel na hfs is really me second home. next up is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people i have worked with by any chance&lt;/span&gt;. thanks u guys. thanks a lot. and to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;everyone that i failed to mention&lt;/span&gt;, im really sorry if nklimutan ko lgay names nyo or groups nyo pero i would really like to thank you. bsta to everyone i know, thanks tlga. thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ngaun ko lng narealize na para akong nagrelease ng album tas nagth-thank you ako sa mentors, supporters and stuff.haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-114390938499176818?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114390938499176818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114390938499176818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114390938499176818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114390938499176818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/04/thanks.html' title='thanks'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114364332396416148</id><published>2006-03-29T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T22:46:28.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>baguio baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;got a msg from my mom a while ago. she told me na they just allowed me to study in up baguio. at last! grabe after all the weeks na im convincing them to allow me, finally! i get to study there na. i cant wait to go there, enroll, attend all my classes, commute sa kennon rd and other roads, make my own assignments since wla na cla ninya, chuewy, and others para kopyahan ko, and lots of other stuff. i wasnt really excited about college before (not because im graduating and im gonna miss my friends, though i will, and stuff) but because they wanted me to study in ust. e ayoko dun magaral (sorry friends. i know most of you will go there.hehe). i would rather study at dlsu though malayo pero aus ln. at least db? grabe im so fucking happy right now. shit tlga yan. hindi pa mxdo nagssink in skin na i will be living differently there and the like. ill be going there cguro this april for the medical and dental exams then ill be going back sa may kc i need to report in person tas after a week or ilang days, deretso na sa brunei-malaysia. grabe it just feels sooooo good. shit tgla. taena up baguio. UP! love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-114364332396416148?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114364332396416148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114364332396416148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114364332396416148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114364332396416148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/03/baguio-baby_114364332396416148.html' title='baguio baby!'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114338771757607771</id><published>2006-03-26T23:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T23:41:57.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:85%;" &gt;just created another blog. visit nyo rin un. then post some commetns nrin.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://xanga.com/jonees"&gt;http://xanga.com/jonees &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-114338771757607771?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114338771757607771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114338771757607771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114338771757607771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114338771757607771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-blog.html' title='a new blog'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114286114374676763</id><published>2006-03-20T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T20:36:12.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ababu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;To all the people who watched and supported the Familian Connection at HFS last March 18, 2006, Thank you very much. You dont know how much that means to the whole Student Council Executive Board. We were so overwhelmed with the attendance, the participation and of course, the sales. lol. Basta sobrang thanks. That concert just goes to show that we, the SCEB2k6, made a difference. We proved something. We proved our worth and our capabilities. We showed them (oh you know who you are people) that we are something. So there, thank you very much to everyone and I hope that that concert also meant something to you and that it would be as memorable for you as it was for us. Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ABABU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good morning ang unang bati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Please naman kayo'y ngumiti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7:20 na nakapila ka na ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teka ung flag nasa registrar pa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kilala mo ba ang nagkakabit ng flag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sya rin kaya ang nagiinspect ng bag?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sino ba `tong mga tao sa harap?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ako'y akay nya sa mga pangarap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nakita mo na ba'ng sc-ing buhay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mahirap pero dapat masanay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sa inyong pagngiti, pagod ay nasusulit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Heto ang SC, ang aming samahan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Iba't ibang taong dala ni kapalaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Kailan pa kayang magkikita ng muli?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OK lang yan basta't SC hanggang sa huli!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meeting ay tapos na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4:30 na nakapagcheck ka na ba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Teka deretso sa kainan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ngunit ang bayad ay iyong tandaan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meeting ay tapos na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4:30 na nakapagcheck ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;This song audrey,marianne,angie and I composed is for the Student Council Executive Board 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Our term may be over but we will remain SCEB2k6 Extra Strong!&lt;br /&gt;Tandaan: Walang Iwanan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italicfont-family:verdana;" &gt;I'm gonna miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till we see each other again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-114286114374676763?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114286114374676763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114286114374676763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114286114374676763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114286114374676763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/03/ababu.html' title='Ababu'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114242999507743607</id><published>2006-03-15T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T21:43:22.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comment damne-t-il la sensation ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;you were just some one who i thought could stand up for what is right. i once looked up to you. now i have no idea why. no idea. theys ay that before you could hate someone you must learn how to love them first. we tried that. we ALL tried that. it was just so hard. and maybe we still havent loved you for i could only feel hatred and agony. because of you, everyone's just having a hard time and all. everyone's in pain right now. you dont know how it feels to be in our shoes. The reason why we are all troubled now is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;comment damne-t-il la sensation&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&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/21756167-114242999507743607?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114242999507743607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114242999507743607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114242999507743607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114242999507743607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/03/comment-damne-t-il-la-sensation.html' title='comment damne-t-il la sensation ?'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114216962368401338</id><published>2006-03-12T21:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:20:23.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>La ln..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Try to visit this link.got it from twinkle and angie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://kevan.org/johari?name=jonees"&gt;http://kevan.org/johari?name=jonees &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-114216962368401338?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114216962368401338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114216962368401338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114216962368401338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114216962368401338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/03/la-ln.html' title='La ln..'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114138652575990699</id><published>2006-03-03T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T19:48:45.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one more day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This is the 2nd to the last day of exams in my whole highschool life! yay! ang saya! last day na bkas! waaahhh... tas 15 days to go nlng, concert na! pero 15 days to go, tpos nrin term ng sceb 2k6.. yoko pa... &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/21756167-114138652575990699?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114138652575990699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114138652575990699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114138652575990699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114138652575990699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-more-day.html' title='one more day!'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114113572877252939</id><published>2006-02-28T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:01:02.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Announcement</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAMILIAN CONNECTION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;featuring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;JOIN THE CLUB, PARAMITA, UPDHARMA DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;March18, 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;7pm onwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tickets sold at 150php each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BILI NA KAU NG TICKETS! POST NLNG KAU NG COMMENTS IF EVER GS2 NYO NG TICKETS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;Somehow, hindi na ganun ka bad ung naffeel ko like what i said in one of my previous posts..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Im starting to like this! As in! heheü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/21756167-114113572877252939?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114113572877252939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114113572877252939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114113572877252939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114113572877252939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/02/announcement.html' title='Announcement'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114102606460397041</id><published>2006-02-27T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T21:50:17.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this HELL that we're living in?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Philippines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This used to be a wonderful place to live in. It used to. But look at what we have now. Filipinos have turned out to be a bunch of fucking morons who just care about wealth, power and pride. Just that. They seemed like animals killing the same creature just for food. Gets nyo b? Sbi nga sa War of the Worlds na movie, When it comes to survival, bumabalik ung instinct ng tao sa pagiging animal. That really suits our government officials and some other people na nakikialam. And this isnt called survival! Shit yan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Schedules were interfered because of rallies, blocked roads and that military something. I was supposed to go to this and that and do this and that but guess what? major roads are closed. I couldnt do anything and go anywhere because of that bullshit. Classes are suspended for two days and those two days were really important for me. Klangan ko ng recitation! Klangan kong humabol sa lessons! Klangan kong pumasok! Hindi lang ako, lahat kmi especially ung batch ko! If they weren't that selfish then maybe, just maybe, I can now fully understand the past lessons na naguguluhan ako. If it werent for them, my life could've been better. And if not because of them, I wouldnt be cramming! Pakshit kaung lahat! di nyo ba naiintindihan ung ginagawa nyo mga putang ina kau!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If they all wanted to be the president then so be it. no one's stopping them to be one pero c gloria na nga nanalo e! Wala na clang mggwa! hndi na tatalab yang edsa revolution n yan dhil gasgas na yan! I was thinking na sna they would move to a place, preferably an island of their own (And I could call that HELL) where in money, power and pride is all that would matter, then mas magiging masaya ang pilipinas! In that way, pwede na cla magpatayan, magmurahan at magagawan ng pagkapresidente dun! and people wouldnt even care! Putang ina mas magiging peaceful pa Philippines! If they're not contented with that, lumipat sila ng island para sila na presidente dun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit kau! Shit kaung lhat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-114102606460397041?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114102606460397041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114102606460397041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114102606460397041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114102606460397041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-this-hell-that-were-living-in.html' title='Is this HELL that we&apos;re living in?'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114102204042558972</id><published>2006-02-27T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T22:03:54.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" class="entry-content"&gt;    &lt;div class="entry-body"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;m&lt;/span&gt;pty: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;the absence of something in my life which i cannot decipher is really starting to get to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the weight on my shoulders has been lifted only to be replaced by a heavier one,&lt;/strong&gt; i only used to carry the weight of my own self, now i carry the weight of the world, &lt;strong&gt;or so it seems..&lt;/strong&gt; isn't that cheery?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i am tired, &lt;strong&gt;worn out and used..&lt;/strong&gt; i have been taken for granted at insurmountable times, too many have taken advantage of me, &lt;strong&gt;too many have ignored my undying efforts.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have helped too many people,&lt;/strong&gt; not even expecting them to show their gratitude; &lt;strong&gt;i have forgiven too many times even without the apologies;&lt;/strong&gt; i have given too much without anything in return, &lt;strong&gt;i have ignored the supposedly frustrating momnets and let them all pass by;&lt;/strong&gt; just like that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as exhausted as i already am, as much as i want to stop this insanity, &lt;strong&gt;i cannot..&lt;/strong&gt; this is what i am, this is me, &lt;strong&gt;this is my nature;&lt;/strong&gt; here, i do thrive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-114102204042558972?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114102204042558972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114102204042558972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114102204042558972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114102204042558972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/02/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114077485818223030</id><published>2006-02-24T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:10:30.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Addiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Addiction, according to www.dictionary.com,  is the condition of being habitually or compulsively occupied with or or involved in something. Kya I think I'm addicted na tlga - ulit. as in sobra. I never felt tlike this ever since I knew of the band Spongecola. I can still remember na I used to memorize their gig sched, their whole names, their family member's whole names, their birthdays, bsta everything about them especially Yael and Armo. For like two years sila lng tlga crush ko. as in sila lng. I used to daydream about them. If during the earlier times I was hoping na magiging boyfriend ko sila or some sort, ngaun feeling ko kami na. haha. Tpos my friends would tell me to stop daydreaming kc feeling nila may psychological problems na ko.hehe. sobrang lala na tlga nun. Akala ko before ako lng ung gnun na nagddaydream and everything but gladly, Ninya got addicted to spongecola nrin. Kmi lng ung naguusap na parang kmi tlga ni Yael or ni Armo. We would even tell each other na we were with Yael or Armo the day before or kausap sila kanina. ung mga gnun. Bsta mga gnun. feeling nmin boyfriend nmin cla Yael khit na sobrang weird n nmin. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then another band came and just made me feel that way again. I first saw them last week sa UP Fair. Sa Eraserfest. When the DJ's from 97.1 WLSFM introduced them nainis pa ko. Hindi ko p nga nagets ung band name nila e. Bsta ang alam ko nun my lily sa huli tas its either kala or kalo ung first part ng name.eniweis, I was really waiting for Spongecola and I was atat na to see them. hehe. then aun n nga sbi ko i cant do anything kng cla tlga ung nsa line-up nung tym n un. but then the vocalist sang "Pare Ko" by Eraserheads. E Spongecola's supposed to play that. I got pissed off kc xmpre para sa sponge dpat un e. Kya I said "wag n kau! uwi na! sa sponge yan e! gs2 nyo mmtay? uwi na!!lech!!!" but i got a closer look at the vocalist and the guitarist. When I noticed how good-looking they were, I wanted to take back everything i said especially the "uwi na!!!" thingy. I wanted them to stay sa stage ng sobrang tgal para I can stare at them (nyak ang pangit ng term.hehe). bsta un. tapos before i knew it, i kept on taking pictures of them and i was actually saving my memory for spongecola pero mauubos na dhil sobrang dming pics n videos nla sa cam ko. They're so gwapo. drop-dead-gorgeous kung baga. sobra tlga. before their last song, the vocalist introduced the members pero the only name i remembered was Tatsi's. Tpos lalo akong naaliw when the vocalist said na Tatsi was the guy in 6Cycle mind's Sandalan video. Xa pla ung guy na may glasses. sobrang name nya lng ung nririnig ko. prang gnun. tas when they played their last song entitled "Stars". the vocalist looked sooo hot singing and he was pointing at the stars pa in a way that made him look hotter. as in. They just kept on playing pero xmpre all good things must come to an end kya sadly, they got down from the stage na. sad. then after some bands Spongecola performed and i couldn't concentrate kc Spongecola un e. HELLO? db nmn. aun npilitan 2loy ako magbura ng pics ng ibng performers at ng sarili ko para mrmi rin akong pics n videos ng Sponge. fortunately, marmami nga akong nkuha. Kya nga the next day, screening ng SCEB '07, sobrang bait ko sknila kc saya last night e. grabe tlga. tapos hinanap ko tlga sa yahoo groups ung band i typed alot of bandnames na similar sknla pero it was no use. la akong nhanap. then finally, name nlng ni tatsi ung tinype ko tas lumabas ung group nila. the band's name was CALLALILY pla. tas sobrang araw araw ko vinivisit ung yahoo groups nila pti ung friendster. grabe addict na tlga ko sknila. nagddaydream nrin ako kya I'm so fucking confused right now with Spognecola and Callalily kung cno b tlga sknila.hehe. And kung before, kmi lng ni ninya ung nagddaydream, ngaun, ksma na cla kla, marianne and monmon. O db? mrmi n kmi. hehe. Haay.. I should stop this na before things get worse. Pero ewan. i doubt i would stop daydreaming or imagining. as in. hehe&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/21756167-114077485818223030?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114077485818223030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114077485818223030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114077485818223030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114077485818223030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/02/addiction.html' title='Addiction'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114060871114316610</id><published>2006-02-22T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T14:03:14.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bitter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLY FAMILY SCHOOL OF QC, INC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;in cooperation with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;STUDENT COUNCIL EXECUTIVE BOARD 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;presents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FAMILIAN CONNECTION&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;featuring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;JOIN THE CLUB, PARAMITA, UP DHARMA DOWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;March 18, 2006, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from 7pm onwards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tickets are at 150php each&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everytime I see those words I can't help but feel a little sad. Its not because there's a concert. I was actually really happy that our concert was approved but everyone knows na i wanted Spongecola to perform on that event. As in. I also wanted callalily to be there but it was tooooo late. I know na there's a reason why they couldn't make it to the event pero i really feel bad. All this time na we were super busy with the proposal hoping Spongecola could perform all we got was bands (though I like the bands especially paramita and join the club) na I never expected to have sa concert. I know I should be happy and thankful na there's actually a concert pero I can't help it. Though I try not to think about it the thought just comes along and then next is the feeling. I'm happy na almost everyone if not everyone actually like the bands and are actually excited. If I could just force myself to be as happy as i was when they told me before na Spongecola can perform then I wouldnt feel this bad na. I hate this feeling. I hate it.&lt;/span&gt;&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/21756167-114060871114316610?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114060871114316610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114060871114316610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114060871114316610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114060871114316610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/02/bitter.html' title='Bitter..'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114033968100704387</id><published>2006-02-19T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:01:10.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Beautiful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;This is for last friday and for last saturday. i was just too tired and too busy to post for those days. last friday i went to the up fair for the eraserfest. i really wanted to see spongecola. i thought kamikazee wasnt gonna be there but i was so damn happy when denden told me that kamikazee was gonna be at the up fair ng feb17-18. so aun. ganado n tlga ko pmnta. a week ago, my investigatory project groupmates told me if we could do the project ng friday from 4-6pm at monmon's house. so before going to nida's house (because that's where we would change clothes and everything), i planned on going to the meeting pero after nida left and brought my things home, the meeting was cancelled. o db? talk about luck! then aun na nga. marianne went to their meeting rin pla then we planned to get back at school ng mga 5pm. perop natuloy xa sa meeting tas ako hindi. so i went to nida's house nlng and told her na we'll fetch marianne nlng sa school ng 5pm. so un nga nasundo n nmin c marianne. when we got to nida's house, we had some chit chats then we did our own things like dress up and stuff. we played cards then we decided to eat first since laira's still not there. so we went to kfc and we were shocked to see kuya nico there with christine. so un. la lng. after eating we saw laira sa lbas ng house nila nida. waiting. i told her na she looked like someone na pinalayas sa house kc magisa lng xa sa lbas then my dala xang mjo big bag. kaya aun. tas pumunta n kmi ng up fair. super haba ng line kya we had to split up para mkbili kgad ng ticket if ever my nauna sa stall. so when we got there we looked for monmon sa shakey's tas there was a girl giving away free internet cards and the funny thing was fe kept on receiving those from different people. she already had three when we got there. we first went to the right side sa my hrap ng stage but monmon suggested to watch from the left side nlng since her guy cousins were there. para mas safe. prang gnun. then mrming unknown bands kya we sat down nlng pero when eraserfest actually started, we got up to our feets na. session road was the first band and then after a few bands, there was this band named callalily. the guitarist tatsi was so gwapo and also the vocalist kean! as in super. If i just knew them before pa edi sna i suggested na cla nlng ung magpplay sa concert sa school! i really like them. as in. i learned from pao na they're from ust pla(pao's form ust rin kc). kya i decided na sa ust nlng ako magcocollege para lgi cla magpprform dun tas lgi ko cla mkkta.wahaha. tas before narda played their last song, we saw jomal and led setting up sa left side ng stage so we were like "oh my god its jomal!!" then aun we were so excited for narda to get out of the stage then when kamikazee started to play, that's when the fun that we were looking for started. everyone was jumoing and sobrang slaman na. tas ang dming sna hindi nlng nmin nktabi kc sobrang secret!!!wahaha. tas aun. i was really waiting for spongecola pero nida said na we had to go home n so sbi ko after urbandub kung hindi pa spongecola ung next band uwi n tayo. then i saw armo setting up. i told marianne. next na sponge! she was like weh. then i said. aun si armo o! she said si yael! then aun. after spongecola we went home. so i slept like mga 4-ish am. and i had to wake up ng 6AM! i had to attend the screening for the sceb '07 aspirants ng 8am and i had to be early pa kc ninya and lorraine wouldnt attend the morning part. so aun. i told angie and lorraine to give me a call ng morning para mggcing ako. buti nlng ngicng ako sa tawag nla. so screening. ang dming wla. eniweis,after screening i can hear stonefree playing " fkapag nawala ka" from claret's gym. i really wanted yo go pero nagpasundo nko. dpat pla late n ko nagpsundo pero iw as really tired na rin and i really really need to get some sleep so aun. sinundo nko then i thought deretso n kmi sa house pero naggrocery p kmi. got really tired so when i got home i didnt eat my dinner na. i went to sleep na. kya aun. un n unga nangyri for those days. kya aun. saturday was really one of the best days of my life. what a beautiful day... = p&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/21756167-114033968100704387?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114033968100704387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114033968100704387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114033968100704387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114033968100704387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-beautiful-day.html' title='What a Beautiful day'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-114000671574328812</id><published>2006-02-15T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T20:50:35.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day kahapon! nyahahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have decided. I am done, most of all, with hoping. This is not a form of giving up. I have just accepted that I cannot do anything about my situation. I have just accepted defeat. But not because I have accepted defeat it means I have stopped loving. No. it simply means that I have stopped hoping for something in return or, to be specific, stopped hoping for love to be bounced back to me. I will still continue to love. The only difference is, I now do not expect anything to happen. I am just loving, whatever it may cost me, I do not care. Even if I am the only one loving, I do not care. For as long as I know that I am not hurting anyone, rapture is mine. To love someone who loves another is not a crime. It simply shows the reality of life, that although there are those who have someone to love and to hold, there will always be those people who admire only from afar, who silently watch, who, although wait, do not expect; the reality of life. I have seen it. I am witnessing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Loving, they say, is complicated. It’s either you win or you lose but come to think of it, can you say that you have really loved if you document every part of it? Personally, I don’t think anyone loses when they love because not everyone can love whole-heartedly, and the fact that you are able to love without boundaries gives a feeling of accomplishment; you have really learned how to love. You are blessed if you have experienced love, be it loving or being loved, it really doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter if you are not being loved back, what’s important is that you are loving; you are willing to share your life with someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There are no mistakes in love, no right answers, no nothing. Only honesty, forgiveness and acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Love, no matter how you look at it, is the best thing God has offered to mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Just love no matter how stupid you become.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   -Abi M.&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/21756167-114000671574328812?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/114000671574328812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=114000671574328812' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114000671574328812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/114000671574328812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-kahapon-nyahahaha.html' title='Happy Valentines Day kahapon! nyahahaha'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-113906465196817834</id><published>2006-02-04T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T22:58:22.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recollection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today's our recollection with the parents. Its a must for all graduating students in our school. We had to attend because our adviser said that she'll give extra credits to those who'll attend and more extra credits for those who'll attend with their parents. I brought my mom with me and we just kept on saying that the talks made us both sleepy. There were crying moments and some sharing of stories or feelings. Our speaker was our retreat master last august. Then, we had a mass and I got a little shocked when sister said that i was gonna play with her during the mass. i was like "uhmm..oh-kay.." a thought kla was just kidding around when she said that i should bring my guitar. I asked her why and she said its for the mass nga daw. I told her when i got to school with my guitar that i didnt wanna play na and that sister can handle it by herself. Then, i was surprised that sister wanted to play with me. During the mass, i couldnt catch up with her for she has her own world and so i had to do my thing. I just did some pluckings there para hindi obvious na she and I had different ways of strumming. So aun, after the mass, i went to nida's house and, again, waited if shhh.. will pass by. and he did. pero he was too far for me to see. so aun. another unfortunate day for me. before going home, we went to the ihawan near her house and we saw bugs and ara eating there so we joined them and had a little chit chat. then aun. i went home na. then aun. la na.ge un nlng. tntmad n ko e.hehe. ciao&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/21756167-113906465196817834?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/113906465196817834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=113906465196817834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/113906465196817834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/113906465196817834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/02/recollection.html' title='Recollection'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-113897384368037279</id><published>2006-02-03T21:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T21:54:01.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teacher's day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;we celebrated teachers day just this morning.it was really crazy because everyone was like "oh my god that's my teacher. she's the best!" while some were like "lame.lame.lame." things like those. it got even crazier when buging and i danced and pretended like the girl in wowowee daw.the luningning girl that they were talking about. i really dont know who she is thats why we just kinda made a fool out of ourselves.hehe.then as usual, buging and i shared our jokes which made the people laugh - not.hehe.&lt;br /&gt;then we had lunch and shared food with some school staff. we ran out of suppplies like spoons and forks, plates and cups. things like those.things that we really dont need. yah ryt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the event, my friends and i went to mocha blends to have some quiet time and have some coffee.xmpre.after, marianne and i went back to the school to check our sundos and stuff.after marianne left, i went to nida's house and the three of us - laira, nida and me- played cards. laira taught us some game called speedy.and we talked about stuff like if shhhh.. will pass by and some other stuff.hehe.then i went home na.tired na ko e.hehe.aun ln.ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21756167-113897384368037279?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/113897384368037279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=113897384368037279' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/113897384368037279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/113897384368037279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/02/teachers-day.html' title='Teacher&apos;s day!'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21756167.post-113871830092261060</id><published>2006-01-31T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T21:40:43.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrrrr...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Argh. i have to sleep na kasi its really late. and i really, really lack sleep (waah.. i remember bugs with the half-half-slif thingy.hehe). cguro the reason why i cant sleep was because i kept on reading and reading some application forms and i was so freaking pissed (white chicks? nyahaha). and also i kept on thinking about this shhh... shhhh.. shhhh... cant say it. bawal e.hehe. well this is what happened to me since this morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;every tuesday i was assigned at the gate so when i came to school, i didnt check if we have assignments for that day and i just went straight to the waiting area and luckily, marianne was there so now i have company. i didnt ask my classmates na upstairs if we need something for that day because i was wearing that heels and every senior knows how i feel. it hard. hehe. but maybe, hopefully, evryone will get used to wearing those shoes. good thing i was really maarte before nung kid pa ko na i even forced my mom to buy me shoes na deadly and super taas so i didnt have much problem wearing heels. just a little bit. then nung morning i thought our economics teacher, ms japay, wasnt there so i thought na God is good again. so there you go, after a blessed day (well that is for some of us because almost all of our teachers were absent yesterday) all our teachers are present now. so as usual, we had our classes and good thing ms japay didnt give us her long quiz which was supposed to be taken last tuesday pa kc i left my eco book sa bandroom last friday so i had no way to study e that was our first subject pa. so if ever she gave us the quiz im dead. real dead. but i listened nman to her during discussions so maybe not really dead. just a bit.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    then we had our statistics class or our "adrenalin class". hehe. everyone's nappressure kc our teacher, ms tabayocyoc, gave us just like 5 minutes to solve this very long problem and if you couldn't solve it, you wouldn't get stamps from her (which serve as our grade in recitation and seatworks and it works like this. 100 stamps is equal to 100% in your recitation grade. so if you got only 50 stamps,  you'll get a 75% in your recitation grade. so gets?) ang you'll just pray that God will make another way for you to pass like letting you pass college entrance exams so that you'll get 10 stamps for each school you'll pass. so what if you just applied for one school and passed? you'll just get 10 stamps. lucky for people like dardar who passed schools like mc,admu,dlsu and maybe up. to think na she has plenty of stamps na. o db?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    well anyways, up next was recess. as usaul, marianne and i had palabok c/o mang tony and brownies c/o kuya?ate? allan. hehe. after recess was clf. we had our usual bible hugging session and a new lesson - the 2nd beatitude. that's not really new but we've been talking bout the 1st beatitude for days now so having another one is somewhat new.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    then we had our physics class.as usual its really boring but we cant do anything but listen.we learned about light.so that's it.part of our lunch time was spent at the library then half sa meeting with the sceb `07 aspirants. it was really nice meeting them b4 pa ng screening para at least im quite familiar na with their faces and stuff. when the bell rang, i checked on the 2nd yr level if they're complete and everything ang i really got pissed off with their attitude so i had them stayed for a while and made them fix their respective lines.we even made fun of three sc aspirants. it was really fun kc they were laughing and laughing na we cant do anything but laugh nrin.hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    then we had our research class and we just talked about the chapters and stuff and then we had our filipino class with ms geronimo. during the discussion, she made us make up some sentences and of course, ninya and i daydreamed again. we construsted sentences like - "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;pagkatapos ng klase sa ateneo, nanood ng sine sina armo at ninya habang kumakain ng popcorn sina yael at jones sa sinehan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;." now talk about daydreaming.hehe. and everyone was like "not again..whenm will these 2 spongecola addicts stop?" but what can they do?were really like that. and what can we do either?hehe.and our last class, journalism, we were asked to submit our projects and some of us were like "oh my god is that due today?" almost everyone didnt know so we had no choice but to submit the next day. after our classes, the electoral board had a meeting to check some application forms and went straight home. then aun.. la n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;    grabe sleepy n tlga ako.un nlng. nyek haba prin pla ng ngwa ko.as in mahaba.hehe. bsta thats it and if ever la ng sense or mali mali n ung mga nssbi ko its because antok n ko tlga.hehe. nxt tym nlng ulit.ciao&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/21756167-113871830092261060?l=jonees.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/feeds/113871830092261060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21756167&amp;postID=113871830092261060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/113871830092261060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21756167/posts/default/113871830092261060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jonees.blogspot.com/2006/01/grrrrr.html' title='Grrrrr...'/><author><name>jones</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07832761173964046977</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
