<?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-8537169</id><updated>2011-08-29T02:51:39.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suPeR_miLLaY!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>a blog... ab0ut the newest superHer0ine... (in her own w0rld!) super_millay!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537169.post-117491882294389821</id><published>2007-03-24T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:20:22.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuro-kuro (times four): Usapang dalawang klase ng pagtatapos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is only the&lt;br /&gt;beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa wakas graduate na rin ang kapatid ko sa Grade School. Dalawa lang ang ibig sabihin nito: una, magha-highschool na siya at pangalawa, tumatanda na talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dati siya lang yung batang inaasar ko, ngayon siya na ang nang-aasar.&lt;br /&gt;Dati siya lang yung batang inuutusan ko, ngayon siya na ang nag-uutos.&lt;br /&gt;Dati siya lang yung batang iyakin, ngayon siya na ang nagpapa-iyak.&lt;br /&gt;Dati siya lang yung batang pinapagalitan ko, ngayon siya na ang nagagalit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagma-mature na siya at slowly, she’s creating her own personality. While she’s walking on stage, I can’t help but think that just a few years ago I was the one up there. I can’t help but be emotional. Ramdam ko rin naman kasi ang hirap niya at kapag  examination week nila ay tila zombie siyang naglalakad sa bahay. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stiff, luwa ang mata at every five seconds ay naghihikab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;EVERY GOODBYE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...is a new&lt;br /&gt;hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was last March 22, when we received the news that my uncle died because of diabetes. There I realize how short life can be. There’s no such thing as permanent residency. Immortality becomes unnecessary. Goodbye is such a pain. Life becomes a dead end. The road got blocked. The heart stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam kung anong mararamdaman, it was a long time since I’ve seen him. Is it necessary to cry? It didn’t occur to me up until the moment of his burial. I saw how my tita cried. It was a mixture of remorse, pain, regret, grief and love. I found myself biting my lips and wiping a solitary tear. I never reckon that I’ll shed a generous amount of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn’t end there. &lt;em&gt;We should move on&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*royal*frogginess*signing*off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-117491882294389821?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/117491882294389821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=117491882294389821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/117491882294389821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/117491882294389821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2007/03/kuro-kuro-times-four-usapang-dalawang.html' title='Kuro-kuro (times four): Usapang dalawang klase ng pagtatapos'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-117491856773568616</id><published>2007-03-22T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:16:07.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kuro-kuro (times three): usapang good Samaritan</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Kanina habang nag-aabang ng jeep pauwi galing campus, mayroon akong nakasabay na kapwa ko rin estudyante (obvious naman sa maroon na id). Nakita kong meron siyang kasamang dalawang street children. (kung anong hitsura ng mga batang gusgusin sa movies ganun ang hitsura nila.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagsakay ko ng jeep dun ko nalaman na pareho pala kami ng byahe ng estudyanteng iyon. Ok, so iniisip ko kung bakit kasama ng babaeng yun ang dalawang street children. Pagkatapos ng ilang minuto bumaba na rin ang dalawang bata at nag-thankyou sa babae. Dun ko na-realize na tinulungan ng babae ang mga batang iyon para makauwi sa kanila. Malamang wala silang pamasahe pauwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya-maya nagbayad na ang babae sa driver. “Manong, eto pong bayad, (nag-abot ng P100) isa pong bayan, tapos yung dalawa po para sa mga bata...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos ng ilang segundo. Inabot ng driver ang sukli. Sabi ng babae, “Manong, yung sa dalawang bata pa po.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sagot ng driver, “Hindi sige huwag na lang...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa panahon ngayon kung saan masyado nang nagiging self-centered ang mga tao, nakakatuwang mayroon pa rin tulad ni Manong driver at ng babaeng estudyante na tumutulong sa kapwa. It felt good to know na meron pa ring mga taong mabubuti ang puso. Sa ilang buwan ko na kasing pagco-commute pauwi, ang dami ko ng nakitang iba’t-ibang klase ng tao. May masungit, bastos, uhaw sa space sa jeep, nakakatulog, nananapak ng paa, di nagbabayad, cute (eto lang fave ko e.) at marami pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siguro nga etong si Manong driver at babaeng estudyante ay mga endangered species at on the brink of extinction na. Bihira na lang kasing makakita ng mga ganitong klase ng tao lalo na’t nagkalat ang masasamang espiritu sa mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya naman tinatanong kita ngayon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kailan ka huling tumulong sa kapwa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;(ang kapwa dito ay iyong taong hindi mo kilala, tinulungan mo ng hindi nag-iisip ng kapalit [kahit konti!]) pero habang tina-type ko ito ngayon mas dapat pa lang ito ang itanong ko: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kailan AKO huling tumulong sa kapwa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;....epilogue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ang sagot sa tanong ay di ko na sasabihin, baka mapabilis ang beatification ko sa Vatican. [asa!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;*royal*frogginess*signing*off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-117491856773568616?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/117491856773568616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=117491856773568616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/117491856773568616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/117491856773568616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2007/03/kuro-kuro-times-three-usapang-good.html' title='Kuro-kuro (times three): usapang good Samaritan'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-116296946846559107</id><published>2006-11-09T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:12:03.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>go0dbyE...</title><content type='html'>gosh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;class nanaman starting tom0rrow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in honor to all of the things that made me happy this sembreak let me say these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOodbYe:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. to all the movie marath0ns&lt;br /&gt;2. to all the mall hoppings&lt;br /&gt;3. to late [as in super late] night tv shows&lt;br /&gt;4. to long [as in super long] internet tambay sessions&lt;br /&gt;5. to hours of listening to music&lt;br /&gt;6. to looooong hours of sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaahhhh....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sembreak mode: deactivate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;acads mode: activate [i hate to say this...]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;and as a finale i would like to say welcome back to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;STRESS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; [i didn't miss y0u at all]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-116296946846559107?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com' title='go0dbyE...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/116296946846559107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=116296946846559107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/116296946846559107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/116296946846559107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/11/go0dbye.html' title='go0dbyE...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-116266350295423426</id><published>2006-11-05T02:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T02:05:02.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my site...</title><content type='html'>please... please... i'm n0w aband0ning (n0t t0tally naman) this bl0g 0f mine, cuz i have a new site please d0 visit it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks a l0t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace 0ut!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://supercams.multiply.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-116266350295423426?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://supercams.multiply.com' title='my site...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/116266350295423426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=116266350295423426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/116266350295423426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/116266350295423426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-site.html' title='my site...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-116205734171153693</id><published>2006-10-29T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T02:25:21.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...reMiniScin' tHe saDdeSt LinEs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pabLo NerudA is a native of Chile, he is a great romantic poet (a lot actually, considers him as the greatest) and an activist as well. Here is his famous poem that will really make your heart melt... (made me think of past sweet nothings when i read this...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write, for example, 'The night is shattered&lt;br /&gt;and the blue stars shiver in the distance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too.&lt;br /&gt;How could one not have loved her great still eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;To think that I do not have her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To feel that I have lost her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is shattered and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;This is all. In the distance someone is singing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the distance. My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;My sight searches for her as though to go to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, of that time, are no longer the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;Another's. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She will be another's. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my kisses before.Her voide. Her bright body. Her inifinite eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is so short, forgetting is so long.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms&lt;br /&gt;my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though this be the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;last pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that she makes me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;suffer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and these the last verses that I write for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-enD-&lt;br /&gt;********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty sad right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah! i sh0uld say, it's REALLY SAD&lt;br /&gt;i could even feel the pain, anguish, melancholy&lt;br /&gt;and most importantly the LONGING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOVE IS SO SHORT, FORGETTING IS SO LONG...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so true... how hard it is to f0rget something (or someone) when the time spent is so short... just like a wind that brushes your face, so brief yet it lingers, long enough to be remembered forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it becomes doubly hard, when the memory you wanted to forget is the one that continues to stay but the memory you wanted to stay is the one that simply fades away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we might have wished for someone to stay forever but it will never happen not even in our wildest dreams. we just have to be contented that somehow even for a while they have become a part of our lives...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-116205734171153693?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/116205734171153693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=116205734171153693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/116205734171153693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/116205734171153693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/10/reminiscin-saddest-lines.html' title='...reMiniScin&apos; tHe saDdeSt LinEs...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-116177887891702134</id><published>2006-10-25T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-29T03:17:01.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>taMad</title><content type='html'>i have so many things to say,&lt;br /&gt;i have so many things to share.&lt;br /&gt;a lot had happened a few weeks back,&lt;br /&gt;but still&lt;br /&gt;im too lazy to write it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.. ok.. be back to p0st it s00n..&lt;br /&gt;pr0mise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sept.27 i saw my gradeschool friend at diliman&lt;br /&gt;-sept.28 all about Milenyo&lt;br /&gt;-oct.4 macam visited diliman&lt;br /&gt;-oct.9 what happened during my exams&lt;br /&gt;-oct.13 the day i visited UST&lt;br /&gt;-oct.15 me and sheena watched the PBA Live!&lt;br /&gt;-oct.20 i had my hair cut&lt;br /&gt;-oct24 mich's birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pr0mise... i'll p0st the details soon...&lt;br /&gt;i'm just taking my time...&lt;br /&gt;well a lot of time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-116177887891702134?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/116177887891702134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=116177887891702134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/116177887891702134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/116177887891702134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/10/tamad.html' title='taMad'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-116108837463848026</id><published>2006-10-17T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:32:54.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang paghahalungkat...</title><content type='html'>after I erased some of my files I saw this p0em which I wr0te ab0ut a year ag0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hala...!? an0 nga kaya ang nakain ko...!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;isang normal na araw lang iy0n para sa akin,&lt;br /&gt;isang araw kung saan lahat ay ordinaryo&lt;br /&gt;walang kahit na anong espesyal,&lt;br /&gt;walang kahit na an0ng kakaiba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi k0 inaasahang ika'y lumapit sa akin,&lt;br /&gt;sinabing "ang dami k0ng dapat gawin"&lt;br /&gt;sasagot sana ak0 "an0 ka ba? nandit0 naman ak0,"&lt;br /&gt;per0 naisip k0ng hindi pala tayo, "oo nga" sabi k0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;napakwento tuloy ak0 ng mga bagay tungk0l sa akin,&lt;br /&gt;para lang hindi ka ma-b0red at umalis,&lt;br /&gt;kahit walang hingahan, at para ak0ng armalite sa bilis,&lt;br /&gt;ay0s lang, napatawa naman kita e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;umuwi ak0 sa bahay na pun0 ng ngiti,&lt;br /&gt;may nakabangga pa yata ak0ng lasing,&lt;br /&gt;deadma ak0, nand0on pa rin ang saya sa labi,&lt;br /&gt;kung panaginip it0, ay0k0 na magising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pumas0k ak0ng kwart0,&lt;br /&gt;tumal0n sa tuwa,humagalpak sa saya,&lt;br /&gt;ni-lock ang pint0,&lt;br /&gt;sabay patugt0g ng senti s0ng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"because of you my life has changed..."&lt;br /&gt;napasabay pa ang gaga sa kilig,&lt;br /&gt;ang kantang dating c0rny at baduy,&lt;br /&gt;iy0n na ang aking hilig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tap0s...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may pumigil sa aking kasiyahan,&lt;br /&gt;ala-alang bumalik sa aking isipan,&lt;br /&gt;mga pangayayaring nagdul0t ng kir0t,&lt;br /&gt;sumira sa pus0ng pag0d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mayr0on pala ak0ng bagay na nakalimutan,&lt;br /&gt;mga titig na para sa kanya,&lt;br /&gt;mga ngiting alay sa dalaga,&lt;br /&gt;ang pagmamahal na sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinigil k0 ang senti s0ng,&lt;br /&gt;pinalitan ng kantang para sa iy0,&lt;br /&gt;kantang lagi ng nasa disc man,&lt;br /&gt;dahil pus0 k0 ikaw ang laman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"why, why are we still friends,&lt;br /&gt;when everything says, we sh0uld be m0re,&lt;br /&gt;than we are. And tell me why, evertime i f0und&lt;br /&gt;s0me0ne that i like, we always end up,just being...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumugat sa pus0 ang huling letra ng kanta,&lt;br /&gt;ang galing ng c0mp0ser, parang nasaktan din.&lt;br /&gt;pinikit k0 na lang ang aking mga mata,&lt;br /&gt;dahil di k0 na mapigil, pagpatak ng luha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ano nga ba talaga ang nakain k0 ng araw na yan...?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-116108837463848026?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/116108837463848026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=116108837463848026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/116108837463848026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/116108837463848026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/10/ang-paghahalungkat.html' title='ang paghahalungkat...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-115806314882998923</id><published>2006-09-12T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:12:28.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PeLiKuLA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gumising ako isang umaga, ika-13 ng Hunyo unang araw ko sa Unibersidad ng Pilipinas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hanep, nagmamadali akong kumain ng almusal at maligo para makarating ng maaga dahil alas-otso daw ang Freshmen Welcome Assembly. Excited akong umalis ng bahay para lang malaman na pagdating ko sa sakayan ng mga fx tamaraws ay sobrang haba pala ng pila. Nakalimutan kong hindi lang ako ang estudyante sa mundo na magbabalik paaralan, idagdag mo pa diyan ang mga nagtatrabaho sa opisina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wala akong ibang nagawa kundi pumila sa pinakalikod at maghintay ng halos isang oras lang naman para makasakay. Ang excitement ko napalitan ng asar. Asar na asar ako na alas-singko pa ako gumising para lang masakay sa fx ng alas-siyete ng umaga! Trapik pa sa shortcut na dinaanan kaya naman alam kong late na ko makakarating sa Assembly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Isa pa pala, hindi ko alam kung saan gaganapin iyon, kaya naman pagdating ko sa UP ng 8:30 nagpunta pa ko sa FC para tanungin ang gwardya kung saan ginaganap ang Assembly at sa UP Theater daw iyon sagot niya. Lakarin ko na lang daw dahil kung sasakay pa ako ng dyip mapapalayo pa ako. Ewan ko ba kung sinong ispiritu ng superhero ang sumapi sa akin at biglang napakabilis kong lumakad. Pagdating ko sa UP Theater parang mawawalan ako ng malay, pero syempre hindi ko naman itinuloy ang dramang iyon. Lumapit ako kaagad sa mahabang table sa labas at pumirma ng attendance at agad ring pumasok sa loob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Matinding lamig ang dumaloy sa aking katawan dahil sa lakas ng aircon, sabayan mo pa ng makapanindig-balahibong pagkanta ng UP Singing Ambassadors, hindi ko mapigilang mapanganga at pumalakpak habang sinasabi sa sariling “Tao pa ba ang mga ito?” Sumunod rin ang performance ng iba pang mga organization sa unibersidad tulad ng UP Pep Squad at UP Repertory Company, at oo, sobrang galing nga nilang lahat, wala silang katulad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;“Excuse me? May nakaupo ba dito?” biglang may nagtanong sa akin habang sayang-saya ako sa dance routine ng Pep Squad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;“Ha? Wala, sige upo ka na,” sagot ko, medyo asar nga dahil naistorbo ako sa pagpapanood. Pansin ko ring hinihingal siya at pagod, “Late ka rin? Pareho tayo sayang hindi natin nasimulan.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nagkwentuhan na rin kami at nagtawanan, bawat organization na nag-perform hangang-hanga kami. Nakakatuwa nga ang babaeng iyon dahil sa dami ng napag-usapan namin, aba! Pati love life niya ay naikwento pa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Akalain mo sa isang total stranger na nakatabi mo lang ganoong tiwala na agad ang naibigay mo para sabihin ang mga bagay na iyon. Malay ko kung talagang madali siyang magtiwala o sadyang madaldal lang kaya naman nagkaganoon. Pagkatapos ng assembly na kalahati lang ang naintindihan ko (dahil nga sa pakikipagkwentuhan) nagkahiwalay na rin kami at hindi pa nga namin alam ang pangalan ng bawat isa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ang utos sa amin magpunta daw sa mga block na naka-assign sa iyo, pero dahil nga pasaway akong bata hindi ako agad nagpunta doon at pinilit kong makakuha ng freshman kit, pero tuluyan akong nabigo dahil ibubuka ko pa lang ang bibig ko para magtanong, sinabi na agad ng isang FOPC member na, “Sorry, para sa hapon na assembly na lang ang mga kits na yan. Di bale next week ka na lang kumuha.” Grabe, automatic parang nabasa niya sa isipan ko ang nais kong sabihin. Gusto ko sanang sumagot ng, “Bakit next week pa? Wala ka bang puso para sa mga tulad ko?” Pero syempre sa isip ko lang iyon sinabi baka sampalin pa ako noon e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mukha akong natalo sa lotto ng magpunta sa block ko, pero dahil nga parang sumpa para sa akin ang araw na ito, walang B1, pagkatapos ng A12, B2 agad. Naliwanagan din naman ako ng malamang kanina pa pala umalis ang B1, nasa Palma Hall na sila at sumunod na lang daw. Mayroon akong limang kasamang mukhang natalo din sa lotto, dahil lahat kami ay badtrip na, napagdesisyunan naming sundan na sila ng biglang… surprise! Bumuhos ang napakalakas na ulan. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tandaan: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NAPAKALAKAS!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Hindi pangkaraniwang ulan iyon. Parang gustong sabihin ng bawat patak nitong, “hindi, hindi na ninyo mapupuntahan ang block ninyo!” Iyon na nga ang nangyari sa amin, hindi na kami nakarating sa kauna-unahang block meeting, gutom pa kami. Buti na lang may isang FOPC member na lumapit at nagbigay ng pagkain sa amin, pakakainin lang naman daw kami sa block meeting kaya sila na lang daw magbibigay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tatanggihan mo pa ba iyon? Ngayon na nga lang ako sinuwerte ulit kaya kumain na kami habang hinihintay na tumila ang ulan. Sa tindi ng ulan, naabutan na kami ng mga pang-hapon yung assembly, siguro nagtataka sila kung bakit may mga mukhang nalugi ng mga oras na iyon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Umaambon pa pero nilakad na namin papuntang AS, hindi ko na rin kayang isipin pa kung anong mga kamalasan ang pwedeng mangyari. Ala-una ng makarating kami sa AS, may CAL Assembly pa pala ng mga oras na iyon, buti naman at hindi na ako na-late. Nakaupo ako ng matiwasay at medyo bumabalik na ang good mood na nawala nung umaga. Pinakilala ang Dean, ang Head ng bawat Department at lahat ng mga taong dapat makilala ng isang CAL student. Hindi rin mawawala ang pagpapakilala sa iba’t-ibang organization, aliw rin at nakakatuwa ang mga pagtatanghal nila. Parang gusto ko tuloy salihan lahat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Akala mo ba tapos na ang kalbaryo ko sa araw na ito? Nagkakamali ka dyan dahil mga isang oras pa lang ang lumipas, namatay ang kuryente. Brownout! Tumindi ang init at ingay, pero sabi nga ng mga host sa assembly, “The show must go on.” Tinuloy nga ang pagpapakilala sa mga organization, noong una pinilit ko talagang makinig pero di nagtagal, namayani na rin ang ingay at init sa loob ng Guerrero Hall. Unti-unti ng naubos ang mga tao. Gusto ko man manatili pa, pakiramdam ko ay magliliyab na ako sa init at ingay kaya naman lumabas na rin ako at umuwi na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Habang nakasakay sa dyip na biyaheng SM North, naisip ko ang mga pangyayari kanina at alam kong sa mga darating na araw mas marami pa akong paghihirap na mararanasan. Kumbaga, patikim pa lang ang mga nangyari kanina. Trailer pa lang ito sa pelikula ng buhay ko dito sa unibersidad. Kasalukuyan ko pa lang ginagawa ang kabuuan ng aking pelikula at unti-unti na ring nabubuo ang mga karakter na aking makakasama. Ibang-iba ang buhay kolehiyo at mas kakaiba kapag ang buhay kolehiyo mo ay dito sa UP. Survival of the fittest talaga dito at kung mahina ang loob mo at maaapektuhan sa mga sinasabi ng mga tao, uuwi ka na lang ng luhaan, bigo at frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ayokong umuwi ng ganoon, kaya naman dapat palaging taas noo pero titingin pa rin sa nilalakaran dahil masakit madapa at magkasugat, baka hindi na ito maghilom. Sa susunod na mga taon, tapos na rin ang aking pelikula, kung magiging box office hit ito, hindi ko na alam iyon. Pero ang nilalaman ng pelikula ang mahalaga at kung paano mababago ang buhay ng mga taong makakapanood nito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;******************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;NotE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- my first composition for our class...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-115806314882998923?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/115806314882998923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=115806314882998923' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/115806314882998923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/115806314882998923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/09/pelikula.html' title='PeLiKuLA'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-115685382272650919</id><published>2006-08-29T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T20:17:02.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...QuEs0...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kes0...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yan ang pab0rito kong pagkain nung bata pa k0, kung may lahi akong daga, aba! di ko na alam yan. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;speaking of bata...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sa car kanina habang pauwi, dumaan sa sh0rtcut dahil sa mga dambuhalang truck na nakikisabay sa mga k0tse... nakakaasar dahil gust0 ko na talaga makauwi ng maaga, kaya nag-shortcut na...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pagliko pa lang, makikita mo na ang SANDAMAKMAK na bata... mga 3 hanggang 9 na taon yung mga y0n...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nagtatakbuhan,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naglalaro,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may nakahiga pa sa kalsada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nasabi na lang ni man0ng: "kaya bahay bata ang tawag sa lugar na ito e!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;di ako sumagot, nangiti lang... iniisip ko, "bakit ang daming bata dito? wala na bang ibang magawa ang mga tao dito kundi magparami?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero hindi lang bata ang mga nakita ko..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sa masikip na daan na y0n, maraming barung-barong....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang gulo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kahit nasa loob ako, alam kong maingay sa labas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may mga babaeng naglalaba (sa gitna ng kalsada),&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may mga babaeng nag-chichismisan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mga lalakeng nag-iinuman (mga 4pm pa lang yun kanina ha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mga dalagang nagpapa-cute sa mga binatang naglalaro ng basketball (sa gitna ng kalsada pa rin) tipong kailangan pang huminto ni man0ng bago sila umalis para makadaan kami...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;grabe... sa kanan at kaliwa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pun0 ng ta0...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;parang may rally o pr0testa o di kaya may artistang dumaan (di kaya dahil sa akin? j0ke!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;per0 2/3 ng ta0 dun pur0 bata...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nasaan kaya ang mga parents ng mga bata?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nagtatrabaho kaya o kabilang d0n sa mga nag-iinuman, naglalaba o nag-chichismisan...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;masyad0ng "busy" para sawayin ang mga anak nila, o isipin man lang kung nasa gul0ng na ng mga dumadaang k0tse...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;an0 kayang tumatakbo sa mga isip nila...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nanay na nakikipagchismisan: si juni0r ba nasaan? di bale, may 8 anak pa naman ako sakaling nandyan siya sa ilalim ng gul0ng ng rev0..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tatay na nakikipag-inuman: si kulas talaga nasa labas nanaman... siya ba yun? o si carlo, si fred, o si boy0ng? ay si berto yata yan? ay yung bunso ko pala si bub0y... teka.. si t0ny yan e.. (naka-6 na b0te na si tatay ng beer)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;per0 ang pinaka tanong sa lahat ng tan0ng k0, e bakit nasa labas sila?? ang dami talagang ta0...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sinubukan kong bilangin per0 mapuput0l muna ang leeg k0 bag0 k0 y0n magawa sa kakaling0n k0 dahil sa lahat ng panig ng kalsada ay may ta0... may ta0... at may ta0...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;di ko nga mapigilang kabahan dahil baka bigla na lang kaming harangin, sigurad0ng sa man p0wer pa lang e tal0 na kami...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*****************************&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;may sery0s0 naman ak0ng pananaw kahit paan0...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naisip k0 kung paan0 pa nabubuhay ang mga ta0 dun? kumakain pa ba sila 3 beses sa isang araw? paan0 nagkakasya ang pera para buhayin ang pamilya (kung may pera nga)? ano ang hitsura ng bahay nila (kung matatawag mong bahay yun)? ang mga bata ba nakaka-pagaral pa? kapag nagkasakit may panggam0t ba?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ang mga ta0 nga na sapat lang e, nagigipit pa, paano na silang, ni minsan e, hindi naranasang maging sapat? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hanggang pag-uwi ko kanina, tahimik lang ak0, ang tindi ng impact sakin e, ewan ko ba...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;naaawa ako sa mga bata at natatakot sa kung anong klaseng kinabukasan ang naghihintay para sa kanila? an0ng buhay ang haharapin nila?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;habang ang mga ta0ng nakaririwasa ay nagpapakasaya, sila at ang mga katulad nila ay namomr0blema sa kung an0 ang kakainin nila bukas, kung mer0n pa nga ba?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;s0ci0l0gical appr0ach na talaga ak0... nasasaniban na ba ak0 ng r0sal fever? damn...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kung sana unahin ang issue ng kahirapan at hindi ang "ter0rism0" na halatang fake lang naman.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e di sana...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sana... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;di k0 naisulat ang bl0g entry k0 na it0...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-115685382272650919?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/115685382272650919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=115685382272650919' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/115685382272650919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/115685382272650919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/08/ques0.html' title='...QuEs0...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-115685010504678784</id><published>2006-08-29T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T19:15:05.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coLLege Life</title><content type='html'>kamusta naman yun....?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after like more than a month ngayon lang uli ako nakabalik dit0..&lt;br /&gt;busy-busyhan kasi this past month, nasa adjusting period ng college life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;noong una kala ko, carry lang&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ngayon ang &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;HIRAP&lt;/span&gt; na!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tambak na ko ng mga dapat gawin,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pero bakit ako nandito ngayon?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nakaka-miss na kasi magsulat e,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;although ang c0urse ko naman ay writing,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iba pa rin kapag walang grades na katapat ang mga sinusulat mo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit walang kwenta kasi pwede mo isulat&lt;br /&gt;tulad nito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diba?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are&lt;br /&gt;not pressured to check your grammar&lt;br /&gt;and make everything presentable, neat ang understandable...&lt;br /&gt;you are not force to write on something you are not interested to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at higit sa lahat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pwede kang gumamit ng mga inf0rmal, as in informal w0rds, coloquial at kung anu-ano pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;nakakapagod...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jusk0... biyahe pa lang &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAGGARD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ka na talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go0dlucK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; na lang sa akin..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-115685010504678784?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/115685010504678784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=115685010504678784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/115685010504678784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/115685010504678784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/08/college-life.html' title='coLLege Life'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-114994961097602073</id><published>2006-06-10T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:26:51.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss my JEBS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/d"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/d%27_jeboks%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/posers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/posers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILLAY: Let me share with y0u what my KA-JEBOKS &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;clair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; wr0te in her bl0g recently, i was fascinated (haha!) s0 i c0pied this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Miss my JEBS!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sigh...I really miss my greatbuddies in school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Millay, Mich, Pam-J, Xandrei, Ferdz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.I really miss those days na we're together...&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko pa nga non...kaming dalawa ni Xandrei ang makulit sa grupo!hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeboks nga pala!&lt;br /&gt;Si millay yata ang nagpangalan niyan...&lt;br /&gt;Sa grupo,&lt;br /&gt;may kanya-kanya kaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Codename: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xandrei---Tutubina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;History:Napagkatuwaan nmin ni Ferdz si jewe na tutubi...Nagdrawing kami sa papel ng tutubi at hanggang sa ganap na ngang naging tutubina si Jewe!Meron nga kaming "Tutubina's Evolution" Comics na ginawa eh!&lt;br /&gt;Mga Katotohanan:&lt;br /&gt;*Si jewe ang mabaho sa grupo('di literal ha!)&lt;br /&gt;*Matakaw slight...&lt;br /&gt;*Mukang ice cream!hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Millay---Parupina&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;History:Well, to naman eh nung 4th year na!Pagwala kaming magawa ni Ferday at ni Mich eh nagdodrawing nalang kami!Napagkatuwaan namin minsan na gumawa ng jebokS Characters...at si Millay ang mapalad na nagwagi bilang Parupina!&lt;br /&gt;Mga Katotohanan:&lt;br /&gt;*Valedictorian ng class syempre...&lt;br /&gt;*maasahan at very active...&lt;br /&gt;*basta, magaling yan!&lt;br /&gt;*makata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mich---Bubina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;History:&lt;br /&gt;Si Ferdz ang may bansag kay mich nyan!Sa pagkakaalam ko eh may comics din kaming ginawa niyan kaso solDout na!hehe..&lt;br /&gt;Ask nyo kay Ferds kung bakit bubina...&lt;br /&gt;Katotohanan?:&lt;br /&gt;*Mahilig magcontemplate yan!*Pag may program sa school asahan nyo na makikita niyo sya na nagdadasalng nakayuko habang may kung unang meron sa kamay!&lt;br /&gt;*Tahimik pero daiig pa si Darna sa pagtili nito!&lt;br /&gt;*Music inclined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pamj---Inu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;History:&lt;br /&gt;Uhm...ako ang may bansag diyan!"Inu" is a japanese word na sa tagalog ay "aso"!Bakit inu?kasi siya po ang buddy ko sa grupo!Ako din nagdrawing ng character niya sa paper...&lt;br /&gt;Mga Katotohanan:&lt;br /&gt;*Mahilig magmagic...&lt;br /&gt;*Game sa lahat!&lt;br /&gt;*Newest member ng JeboKs!&lt;br /&gt;*Mahal yan ni Uodina!&lt;br /&gt;*May isa pang bansag sa kanya eh!SUSO (katasumuri)...yung gumagapang din!Syempre si matt ang nagbansag sa kanya niyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ferdz---Lily aka wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;History:&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang nagpangalan niyan...Lily means lilipad-lipad! Siya ay isang alikabok nalilipad!Lam nyo yung bagay na lumilipad tapos magwiwish ka?yun yon...&lt;br /&gt;Mga katotohanan:&lt;br /&gt;*Chika2x sa katabi...&lt;br /&gt;*magdrawing ng kung ano...&lt;br /&gt;*anime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At syempre...Ako!&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clair---Uodina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;History:Si mich ang isa sa nagpangalan niyanhabang si Ferdz ang nagdrawing...Hay naku, sino pa ba ang madalas natumawag sakin niyan kundi angbestfriend kong si tutubina!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mga katotohanan:&lt;br /&gt;*Hilig magdrawing...ang artist ng grupo!&lt;br /&gt;*ka-loveteam ng Suso...&lt;br /&gt;*Mahilig kumanta!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay..kapagod!But nasusuklian din naman ang pagod with those memoirsna kakatuwang alalahanin..kahit na matagal ng nangyari!&lt;br /&gt;Sana maulit uli!&lt;br /&gt;^_____________,^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILLAY: (s0b) makes me miss my friends even m0re!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-114994961097602073?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/114994961097602073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=114994961097602073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114994961097602073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114994961097602073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-miss-my-jebs.html' title='I miss my JEBS!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-114995158232762311</id><published>2006-05-17T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:59:44.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>_the heart st0pping medical at the infirmary_</title><content type='html'>MAy 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the date i had my medical f0r c0llege...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8am i f0und myself lining up t0gether with a l0t 0f c0nfused freshies like me to have our medical d0ne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and this i swear... I'm sweating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first st0p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xray- this is the 1st time ever sa buhay ko na magpapa-xray ak0, hindi nman kc ak0 sakitin so i've nver experienced. the d0ct0r was a guy, and he's very very MASUNGIT!!! as in!!! parang may m0nthly peri0d.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd st0p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;height and weight stati0n- well, this is the part in my bl0g, where in as much as i wanted t0 share the results with y0u, i'll gladly keep it, s0 as t0 establish, a fine line between sharing a bit of my life with putting myself in shame. nuff' said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd st0p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bl00od pressure stati0n- the result was pretty high but the pers0nnel assured me it's still n0rmal! thank g0d!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th st0p...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;visi0n acuity test- i was asked to sit on a chair and stare at s0mething p0sted s0me meters ahead of me. tadah!! l0ts of letters, starting fr0m a very big E and gradually decrease in size as the line gets l0wer. i had an eye defect already, i have a 75-125 visi0n! i wasn't surprise since i knew it since i was in 1styr.HS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then... cut...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pers0nnel t0ld me t0 return 2 days after f0r the xray results and the physical examination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast f0rward...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i came back and i'm happy at the result, "HEALTHY LUNGS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there was the physical examination...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes... i have t0 st0p here, it's pretty x-rated really, kiddin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the d0ct0r said i'm n0rmal, n0 physical defects or s0mething! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as a celebration... i eat a l0t.. wla lang share k0 lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day MAY 12, was my enr0llment... b0y.. this is an0ther st0ry...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-114995158232762311?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/114995158232762311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=114995158232762311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114995158232762311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114995158232762311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/05/heart-st0pping-medical-at-infirmary.html' title='_the heart st0pping medical at the infirmary_'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-114994642644123205</id><published>2006-05-03T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T21:33:46.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>upDatE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last apRil 21, i celebrated my 17th bday, and yet it's still an ordinary day f0r me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have no guests, n0 party...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;n0thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz me, m0m and sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty much accust0med t0 this kind of set-up during my bday. my dad won't be ar0und due to his w0rk abr0ad. my friends, will be at their pr0vince having their vacati0n, s0me because we're inc0ming c0llege freshies are all busy c0mpleting their requirements or enr0lling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decided n0t t0 g0 t0 the mall already and just stay home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... y0u c0uld say it.. i w0n't get mad..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my 17th bday sucks BIGTIME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but think again... i c0uld be with my inner self...&lt;br /&gt;refresh my mind and c0nverse with the m0st imp0rtant pers0n that day.. ME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h0nestly, i d0n't like parties... i d0n't like wasting my time, energy and a l0t of m00lah on preparing f0od f0r all the guests... (80% of the time guests w0uld just c0me because of the f00d, n0t because they wanted to spend time with me on my special day.) d0n't want t0 be rude or s0mething, but u kn0w s0metimes, pe0ple w0uld just remember ur bday because you'll give them invites to attend ur party! what a shame!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets take 4 example, my bday...&lt;br /&gt;i didn't tell any0ne that it's my bday, but then luckily a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;few&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; remembers it (thank heavens!)and greeted me a very happy bday. (without asking if i'm having a party) I was t0uched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in times like this one, we can see wh0 has a great mem0ry 0r has a mem0ry gap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what i mean is... these people remembers ur bday because they are happy u are part of their life and is celebrating with y0u on ur special day! (of c0urse they're thankful, without ur bday u w0n't be alive!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;s0 t0 all th0se wh0 greeted me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thank u very much...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really appreciate it!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mwahhugs!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;f0r th0se wh0 &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f0rg0t&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.. there's still &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;next year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, and the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;m0ments we shared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b0nding time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;m0re imp0rtant&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; t0 me than f0rgetting my bday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh.. bef0re i f0rg0t a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nice cute gift w0n't hurt t00... hehe... just j0kin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-114994642644123205?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/114994642644123205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=114994642644123205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114994642644123205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114994642644123205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/05/update.html' title='upDatE...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-114995017884462526</id><published>2006-04-26T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T22:36:18.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>UP freShiE... fiNaLLy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/Ganda_uy!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/Ganda_uy%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL 25&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my dreaded day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my m0m calls UP...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ask f0r the result...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;a sh0rt pause...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;my m0m says thank y0u ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;she puts d0wn the ph0ne...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;turn t0 me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;and pr0udly smile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Y0u g0t AccepTed!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i jumped f0r j0y...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;yes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;n0w..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i'm a UP freshie...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-114995017884462526?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/114995017884462526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=114995017884462526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114995017884462526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114995017884462526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/04/up-freshie-finally.html' title='UP freShiE... fiNaLLy...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-114457674512225010</id><published>2006-04-09T17:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:59:05.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/_Wat_day_is_it_&amp;_in_wat_m0nth_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/_Wat_day_is_it_%26_in_wat_m0nth_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;I created this poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;a FEW months ago,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;i never thought it would make such a big impact on me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it never happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and everything that you will read is just fiction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;even the name is purely just my imagination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;but somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;it affected me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;like a part of me is there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;and I felt the pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T O M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I came from an event that wasn't expected,&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop myself from crying,&lt;br /&gt;I felt my chest would explode,&lt;br /&gt;Then someone utter words of comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked up and saw Tom,&lt;br /&gt;And gazed at me with his green eyes&lt;br /&gt;Without warning, the fear inside me vanished,&lt;br /&gt;The pain and anguish disappear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You don't have to cry you know,&lt;br /&gt;You still have me."&lt;br /&gt;He wiped the tears from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And held my hands so tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It crushes my heart to see you weeping,&lt;br /&gt;You still have me."&lt;br /&gt;I felt the security I knew from the start,&lt;br /&gt;I felt the genuine love that's coming from his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those green eyes I can still remember,&lt;br /&gt;How it first looked my way.&lt;br /&gt;The same green eyes which do not know how to lie,&lt;br /&gt;And never failed to soothe my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't make things hard for you,&lt;br /&gt;You still have me"&lt;br /&gt;Then, he gave the white rose to me,&lt;br /&gt;And embraced me affectionately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Love you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up from the dream,&lt;br /&gt;And felt a tear drop,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes darted toward the far corner of the room,&lt;br /&gt;And saw the white rose placed inside the vase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This can't be" I told myself,&lt;br /&gt;My tears flowing freely now.&lt;br /&gt;Tom can't be with me anymore,&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the event was Tom's funeral.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-114457674512225010?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/114457674512225010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=114457674512225010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114457674512225010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114457674512225010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/04/poem.html' title='poem...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-114457626183330875</id><published>2006-04-09T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:51:01.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANG PAGLAYA NG MAKATA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Ang Paglaya ng Makata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ni: Camille L. Valdez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas-dos na ng gabi ngunit hindi pa rin makatulog. And diwa ay lumilipad hindi alam kung saan ang tungo. Nais lamang ay makalaya sa maliit na mundong kinabibilangan ko. Nais makawala. Nais makalipad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami akong gustong gawin, marami rin namang pangarap na nais abutin. Marahil ganito talaga ang isang tao, nilikha upang mangarap at gawin ang lahat upang abutin ang mga ito. Ngunit iba ako sa ibang mga tao. Hindi ako katulad nila. Mayroon akong sariling paniniwala, at iyon ang aking sinusunod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilang beses na akong tumawa, umiyak, nagalit, nasaktan, tumawa muli, umiyak muli, nagalit nanaman at nasaktan ng lubusan. Sinubukan kong pigilan ang sarili ngunit hindi ko nagawa. Dahil ako ay iba sa kanila. Sinunod ang lahat ng utos, ginawa ang lahat ng sinabi, kahit alam kong mali ang mga ito sumunod pa rin ako. Pinilit makibagay sa iba’t-ibang uri ng tao, pinilit kong magbigay ng pasensya at ipakita kung sino ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanging gusto ko lang ay maging malaya. Gawin ang nais at ipakita sa lahat na ang mga tulad ko ay may kakayahan, mayroong layunin.  Lahat ng taong maka-usap ko ayaw sa akin at kung sino ako. Bakit? Dahil ba sa ako ay isa lamang ganito? Dahil ba hindi ako makapagliligtas ng buhay? Dahil ba hindi ko maipagtatanggol ang mga tao? Dahil ba sa wala namang pera ang mga tulad ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hinuhusgahan at pinararatangan ng kung anu-ano. Pinipilit akong maging isang taong hindi naman ako! Ganito lamang ako, at maaaring ito lamang ang kaya kong abutin. Para sa inyo napakababaw at walang kabuluhan ang aking mga ginagawa, ngunit sa mga taong katulad ko, ito ang aming pangarap. Ito ang bagay na nais naming marating. Ang humawak ng panulat at papel, ipahayag ang damdamin sa pamamagitan ng mga letra at salita, ito ba ay masama? Ito ba ay isang kasalanan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maaaring hindi nga ako isang doktor, abogado, pulitiko o arkitekto; naaabot lamang ito ng mga taong mayroong matataas na pangarap. Hindi ako isa sa mga taong ito, dahil ako ay simple lamang. Batuhin man ako ng marami pang batikos sa landas na aking tinahak, hindi ko sila masisisi, ngunit ito lamang ang tanging gusto ko at ito lamang ang alam kong gawin. Walang makakapagsabi na mali ang lahat ng ito, dahil wala namang perpektong tao. Sana lang sa darating na bukas ating matanggap na mayroong mga tulad ko, sapat na ang makapag-bahagi ng kaalaman, sapat na sa pagiging simpleng tao lamang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darating ang panahon at marami pa akong pagdaraanang pagsubok sa napili kong desisyon, at tanging hiling ko lang ay suporta, pagtanggap at kalingang manggagaling sa mga taong noon ay siyang humusga at tumalikod sa akin. Inisip na walang saysay ang aking mga ginagawa dahil ako ay isa pa raw bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon nga ako ay malaya na, wala na ang mga dingding na noon ay kumukulong sa akin. Wala na rin ang mga taong siyang humuhusga sa akin. Wala na akong katatakutan. Wala na ang mga bangungot na noon ay sumasakal sa akin. Wala ng magsasabi kung ano ang dapat at hindi ko dapat gawin, wala ng magsasabing ako ay bata pa at dapat sumunod sa mga batas. Wala na ang mga bulungan tungkol sa aking pagkatao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa bagong landas na aking tatahakin, maraming magbabago, mayroong tatanggap sa akin, ngunit alam ko ring mayroong hindi. Maaaring maging mahirap ngunit pwede rin namang maging madali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa lamang ang tanging alam ko, mahal ko ang landas na pinili ko, ako ang siyang nagdesisyon dahil ngayon masasabi ko na sa aking sarili na ako ay hindi na bata. Hindi na ako iiyak sa nawawalang aklat, hindi na rin matatakot sa dilim. Handa na akong harapin ang bukas dahil ako ay malaya na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba ako sa kanila, at iba rin ang landas na aking pinili. Simple lamang ako, lapis at papel lamang ang tanging sandata ko sa buhay, kasama ng mga karanasan na ibabahagi ko sa iba at kapupulutan nila ng aral. Balang-araw masasabi ninyong tama ang naging pasya ko, dahil iba ako sa kanila. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ako ay isang makata.&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/8537169-114457626183330875?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/114457626183330875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=114457626183330875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114457626183330875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114457626183330875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/04/ang-paglaya-ng-makata.html' title='ANG PAGLAYA NG MAKATA!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-114457610176502434</id><published>2006-04-09T17:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T18:41:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I cried last March 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/graduation2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/graduation2.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/graduation10.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/graduation10.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/graduation6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/graduation6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to dream,&lt;br /&gt;I used to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I cry,&lt;br /&gt;More often I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Many times I serve as an inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;Many times I am inspired,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be free,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In time, I will explore the world,&lt;br /&gt;In time, I will use my talents,&lt;br /&gt;I want to serve my country,&lt;br /&gt;I want to serve my people.&lt;br /&gt;I will mark the start of my life,&lt;br /&gt;I will go beyond boundaries and horizons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream not because I’m lazy,&lt;br /&gt;I dream because I want to achieve,&lt;br /&gt;I achieve for I want to believe,&lt;br /&gt;That in the battle of life – I will survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the hope of the new generation,&lt;br /&gt;I can make or break my future,&lt;br /&gt;I am equipped with love for others and myself,&lt;br /&gt;I am equipped with knowledge taught by my teachers.&lt;br /&gt;I can smile and laugh in times of trouble,&lt;br /&gt;I can sing and dance when the song is not in tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the youth that is ready for my journey,&lt;br /&gt;I am the youth filled with hopes and dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I am the youth, whom before never speaks,&lt;br /&gt;Now, here I am voicing my opinions for I’m not weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I will come this far,&lt;br /&gt;But here is the reality – there’s no turning back.&lt;br /&gt;Before, I walked along the covered walk,&lt;br /&gt;Now, I will walk the road of success.&lt;br /&gt;Before, I play and toss the ball on the court,&lt;br /&gt;Now, no more play just juggling my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Yes I will miss those moments,&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I will forever be thankful,&lt;br /&gt;For the institution never let me down,&lt;br /&gt;They build the new me,&lt;br /&gt;They made me whole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without God I am nothing,&lt;br /&gt;Until now, I haven’t proved anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;Still, I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be the next best Super Star,&lt;br /&gt;Or the next millionaire,&lt;br /&gt;I will be a life-saving surgeon,&lt;br /&gt;I can be the next best-selling author,&lt;br /&gt;I will be a satisfied teacher,&lt;br /&gt;I will be a successful parent.&lt;br /&gt;All of these are me,&lt;br /&gt;For I am the inspiration,&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be free,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will go now and start my adventure,&lt;br /&gt;See you on my next journey,&lt;br /&gt;Life may sometimes be harsh on us,&lt;br /&gt;But we have to move on&lt;br /&gt;We will never fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust you,&lt;br /&gt;The same way you trust me.&lt;br /&gt;I am you,&lt;br /&gt;And you are me.&lt;br /&gt;I am the youth.&lt;br /&gt;And now I am free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am a Graduate.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;***********************************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Graduate na k0!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;it felt great...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-114457610176502434?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/114457610176502434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=114457610176502434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114457610176502434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114457610176502434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/04/yes-i-cried-last-march-25.html' title='Yes, I cried last March 25'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-114266037256652971</id><published>2006-03-18T13:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:18:13.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ako'y nalilito sa buhay...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i think i love him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;no, i like him...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hindi e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i just like the way he smiles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;or the way he talks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hindi e....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ang labo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;bakit may time na... you are super happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;then suddenly...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;lulungkot ka ng bigla-bigla na lang...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;dapat talaga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wala na kong tiwala sa instinct ko e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ilang beses na ba akong na-fail nito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;but here i am again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;assuming...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;wishing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sino bang niloloko ko...??!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sarili ko lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;instead of thinking of more important things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;heto pa ang iniisip ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pasikat kasi ako e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;corny ko talaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;may nakakaintindi kaya ng sinasabi ko ngayon??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;asa pa ko...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;palagi namang generic ang mga sinusulat ko dito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;walang definite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;puro common...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;walang proper...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;puro hypothesis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i was never sure...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mr. left is everywhere...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;si mr. right..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ayun... naligaw na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nasa Mars na ulit..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pasikat kasi ako e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;corny ko talaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;so saan na papunta tong sinusulat ko..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;siya rin kaya nagpo-problema rin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ano kayang poproblemahin niya..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;harhar talaga ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;tomorrow is another day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;nalilito pa rin kaya ako??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pasikat kasi ako e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;corny ko talaga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;_____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ilang beses ko na bang sinabi ang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pasikat at corny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sige...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pabida at bangag naman....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;____________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-114266037256652971?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/114266037256652971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=114266037256652971' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114266037256652971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114266037256652971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/03/akoy-nalilito-sa-buhay.html' title='ako&apos;y nalilito sa buhay...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-114265900412569932</id><published>2006-03-18T13:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T13:16:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate this!!!</title><content type='html'>i can't believe this!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nandito ako ngayon sa isang comp. shop para mag-internet&lt;br /&gt;dahil sira nanaman ang pc ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh... azar tlaga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;buti na lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mattapos na ang school year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and speaking of school year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next saturday na pala ang graduation namin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't believe this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the end na nga...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-114265900412569932?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/114265900412569932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=114265900412569932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114265900412569932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/114265900412569932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-hate-this.html' title='i hate this!!!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-113645932760549321</id><published>2006-01-05T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:28:02.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi 2006!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/lonely%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/200/lonely%21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hay.... 2006 na!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;a year once more to pr0ve y0urself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;d0 g0od&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;be a better pers0n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;be a better pers0n (ulit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;at kung masama ka talaga.. be a better pers0n (ulit!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;kaya lang... 2 days pa lang ulit ak0 nakakpas0k aba e! ang dami na namang pr0jects!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tambak nanaman!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;hay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;buhay!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;darn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;oo friends, STRESS nanaman p0 ak0!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;salamat!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;manig0ng bag0ng ta0n!&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/8537169-113645932760549321?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/113645932760549321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=113645932760549321' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113645932760549321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113645932760549321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-2006.html' title='Hi 2006!!!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-113585473479689098</id><published>2005-12-30T12:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:28:24.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cracKing Da VinCi's CoDe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/400px-Louvre_Pyramide_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/200/400px-Louvre_Pyramide_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/200/a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/52/9198/320/da%20vinci.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/52/9198/400/da%20vinci.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the last supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was ecstatic when i bought the CracKing DaVinci's Code from the bookstore since it's selling like hotcakes, because of the conroversy, proposed in the Da Vinci's Code by Dan Brown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;EXCITED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that's what i'm feeling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but as I read the bo0k, the wh0le issue, instead of bec0ming clear to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;was slowly turning into a whirlwind of emoti0n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I d0n't kn0w as to whose side am I to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ang weird talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;they were telling that the wh0le issue was part of the old propaganda in the 1980's in the b00k called "H0Ly BL0od, H0Ly GraIL" and that all the things said in Da Vinci's Code was already part of the said b0ok, and was just repeated by Dan Brown, of course with a bit of a suspense story that came al0ng with it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the characters Robert Langdon and Leigh Teabing, claims that what they are telling Sophie Neveu is true... but 0ne thing we sh0uld remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Langdon and Teabing, as well as Neveu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;are NOT REAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Dan Brown, is the real character, the real pers0n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;give the credit t0 Dan Brown for making a n0vel with a s0rt of c0ntr0versy, that can sh0ok Christianity, well, it already sh0ok the religi0n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;although h0nestly, I didn't catch the wh0le message of Cracking Da Vinci's Code that much, c0z' the w0rds are very hard t0 understand, as well as what it means.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what i understand were these inf0s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a. there's n0 such thing as Q scr0ll, which allegedly c0ntains the secret ab0ut the H0ly grail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;b. the scr0lls f0und in Egypt, was dated after the G0spels of Mark, Matthew,Luke and J0hn. which means whatever was written in th0se scroLLs can't be c0nsidered authentic since, the 4 Evangelists' g0spels came first.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;c. Jesus and Mary Magdalene, were n0t married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;d. Mary Magdalene was n0t actually c0ndemned as a wh0re in the bible, it's just that the st0ry f0llowing her was ab0ut a pr0stitute. The bible gave n0 name of that pr0stitute and s0, many of the pe0ple thought that the girl was actually MAgdalene. (NOTE: when i heard the name Magdalene, the first thing that came into my mind was: "diba yan yung pr0stitute sa BiBLe?". Well I guess a l0t of people may I have thought the same thing.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e. Mary Magdalene was not fr0m the tribe of Benjamin as what DaVinci Code claims, the place accdg. to the bible where Magdalene came from is n0t ass0ciated with the tribe. (sort of like, Benjamin's Tribe was from s0mwhere s0uth, and Magdalene came from s0mewhere n0rth. what a c0incidence, d0n't y0u think?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;f. Christiany didn't take sex as w0rk 0f a devil, on the c0ntrary, they believe that sexual fulfillment can only be achieve through G0d, by means of the sacrament of Marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;g. Jesus was actually the first feminist, but n0t t0 the extent that he w0uld leave the CHurch in the hands of a female.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;h. (let me think... I think I lost s0mething...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;there are still m0re, but the b0ok is upstairs, s0 let me just edit this s0me time in the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;0k, saying all these... it's up t0 y0u t0 believe, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the m0ment i put d0wn the b0ok,  guess what, my questi0ns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;weren't answered...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;instead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i ended up, having m0re questi0ns...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;than having the answers... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;darn it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;is y0u ask me, i think there are m0re speculati0ns than the answer the Church gave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;what's funny, is that the auth0r of the Cracking, said that: "actually, we are not b0thered by the widespread c0ntr0versy 0f the Da Vinci C0de."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but guess what?! they are actually writing a b0ok explaining the fallacy of the c0de they are n0t b0thered by!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hahaha!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;anyway as f0r my c0nclusi0n:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MiLLay said: "It d0esn't matter whether or n0t y0u have read either 0f the b0oks, (y0u are much safer if y0u didn't), though i admit, it s0rt 0f like affected the way I see Christianity as a wh0le, it made me d0ubt the authenticity of the facts that have been handed d0wn fr0m 0ne generati0n t0 the 0ther, that is, if Jesus wh0 saved us, was Divine or n0t. and if it wasn't true and Jesus was only a m0rtal, then i was f0oled all al0ng!, y0u were f0oled all along!, we are all f00led all al0ng!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"but if a n0vel, with a c0ntr0versy, they claim t0 be true, was the 0nly thing that c0uld sh0ok my faith, then I'm totally g0ing nuts!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"ask y0urself: can a novel which leaves y0u with pr0mises such as the c0ming 0f the sacred feminine, give y0u blesSings, graCes and life y0u have fr0m the start?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;definitely n0!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"It d0sen't matter what religi0n y0u have, and what statement y0u believe, the m0re imp0rtant thing is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;y0u d0 believe in s0mething that is w0rthy f0r y0ur praises and prayers..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;"As f0r me,&lt;br /&gt;I ch0ose t0 stand beside the man that was standing by my side all this time&lt;br /&gt;fr0m the start, till the end..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"amidst the c0ntr0versies and speculati0ns, think of this, He never left me when I was the one g0ing thr0ugh contr0versies and speculati0ns, s0 why w0uld I leave Him? Yes, I might have g0ne the wr0ng way bef0re, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as they say...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;welc0me h0me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;f0otnote: pics.: M0NaLisa, left; The LasT SuPpeR, center; and the Louvre MuseUm, right.&lt;br /&gt;Pics. care of www.wikipedia.com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-113585473479689098?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/113585473479689098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=113585473479689098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113585473479689098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113585473479689098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/12/cracking-da-vincis-code.html' title='cracKing Da VinCi&apos;s CoDe'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-113577340226039741</id><published>2005-12-29T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T20:43:16.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aNg MaKasaySayanG 4thyr_OLC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/52/9198/320/4thyr_OLC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/52/9198/400/4thyr_OLC.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*it0 ang pic. ng makasaysayang &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4th yr. Our LAdY of Cons0Laci0n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ng batch '05-'06*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;sa secti0n na it0 tandaAn ang mGa sumusuN0d:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;a. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;maraming mga pasaway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PALATANDAAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. naninira ng pint0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. naglalagay ng glue sa padl0ck ng mga l0cker&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. madalas din silang manira ng mga s0cket ng kuryente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4. palagi din silang laman ng ginintuang office ng P.O.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5. at kung papalarin ka maririnig m0 ang pangalan ng iny0ng secti0n na ina-announce sa flag cerem0ny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;b. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;may mga kikay din.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PALATANDAAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. mala-espas0l na mukha sa kaka-pulb0s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. umaalingasaw na iba't-ibang pabang0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. higit sa lahat mga matinding kilig m0ments pag may gwap0ng dumaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;c. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;may mga n0rmal lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PALATANDAAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. a.k.a. waLLpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. hindi m0 madama ang presence, pati pagtawa walang s0und.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;d. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;may 'once in a blue m0on'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PALATANDAAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. every M.W.F.  lang kung magpakita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. swerte ka na pag nakausap m0 xa sa l0ob ng 1 month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. madalas absent sa klase per0 present pag christmas party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;e. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;may mga talented.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;PALATANDAAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;1. pag may sch0ol pr0gram.. asahan m0 nandun sila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;2. madalas magsalita sa mic, kung hindi emcee, may ann0uncement, kumakanta, nagdadasal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;3. sa discussi0n... minsan mas marami pang tan0ng sa teacher kaysa tan0ng ng teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;4. pag may assign. at hindi m0 matandaan, alam m0 na kung sin0 ang itetext m0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;5. madalas makita ang mga f0otsteps patung0ng library.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;6. kumakain ng langaw... (hindi naman literal)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;7. hindi nauubusan ng energy, parang rechargable battery...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;*sari-saring ta0, sari-saring kakayahan, may nakakainis  mer0n rin namang nakakatuwa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;hindi k0 masasabing perfect kami... per0 ganun talaga.. secti0n k0 't0 e.. kaya..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;stiLL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;say this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we're the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;BEST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;and just the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;PERFECT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;weLL...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;alm0st...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;right?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-113577340226039741?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/113577340226039741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=113577340226039741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113577340226039741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113577340226039741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/12/ang-makasaysayang-4thyrolc.html' title='aNg MaKasaySayanG 4thyr_OLC'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-113574480073052804</id><published>2005-12-29T05:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:53:51.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sTand_straiGht_kung_staNd_straiGht</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/marie_foundation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/marie_foundation.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/marie_f0undati0n2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/marie_f0undati0n2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/maricar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/maricar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/52/9198/320/maricar%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/52/9198/400/maricar%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;that's not me when i was a kid, that is actually my sister...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;l00k at each of this pics. and identify what's the difference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;see??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the cl0thes maybe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;nothing has changed..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;specifically...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;the p0se...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;iisa lang f0rever...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;our m0m tells her to give a g00d p0se naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i hate to admit it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but... i'm real bad!! (*evil grin!*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-113574480073052804?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/113574480073052804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=113574480073052804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113574480073052804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113574480073052804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/12/standstraightkungstandstraight.html' title='sTand_straiGht_kung_staNd_straiGht'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-113574254312224207</id><published>2005-12-29T04:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:36:38.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the 10 c0mmaNdmenTs of EncHantEd KinGd0m</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/1600/miLLay_masama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1399/584/320/miLLay_masama.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;het0 na, het0 na..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;ENCHANTED KINGD0M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;0 kay ganDa!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;*********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;fieldtrip na namin n00ng N0v.25  sa obvious ba.. EK...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;well... style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);" obviously="" ek=""&gt;&lt;well obvi0usly="" ek=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;masaya naman... syempre kakaibang experience it0..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lal0 na sa isang ta0ng bund0k na tulad k0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at habang nagmumuni-muni ak0 sa mga nakalipas na panah0n...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;het0 at aking ibibigay ang mga natatanging karanasan at aral na aking napul0t (sa basurahan) &lt;sa basurahan=""&gt; &lt;sa basurahan=""&gt; este... sa EK pala..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: pagdating sa EK, expect m0 ang mahabang pila sa entrance... dahil sa dami ng ta0... isang bagay pa na dapat itanim sa iy0ng utak... iba-iba rin ang kanilang mga am0y!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd: i-capture ang m0ment sa pagkuha ng camera... kuhanan ang tumataginting na gate ng EK, ngunit tandaan, dapat walang kamay na nakaharang dit0... (tulad ng nangyari sa akin)&lt;tulad ng="" nangyari="" sa="" akin=""&gt;&lt;tulad ng="" nangyari="" sa="" akin=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3rd: sa pagpunta sa EK, mabuti kung sa mga wh0les0me rides muna sumakay... tulad ng swan at car0usel, para naman ma-feel m0 na buhay ka pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4th: ang pagsakay sa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Anchor's Away&lt;/span&gt;, bilang iy0ng unang ride, ay hindi advisable, kung ayaw m0ng  maranasan ang mga sumusunod:&lt;br /&gt;a. kakaibang tak0t&lt;br /&gt;b. makapanindig balahib0ng sigaw galing sa iy0ng katabi (lal0 na kung siya ay mentally ill) (giGGles!)&lt;lal0 na="" kung="" siya="" ay="" mentally="" ill=""&gt; &lt;giggles&gt;&lt;lal0 na="" kung="" siya="" ay="" mentally="" ill=""&gt; &lt;smiles&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. pakiramdam na ang iy0ng sikmura ay napunta na sa iy0ng paa.&lt;br /&gt;d. pagkasira ng hair-d0&lt;br /&gt;e. pagkasira ng ul0...  (SYMPTOMS: pagsigaw ng: Wahh!!! ibaba niy0 k0 dit0!!!)&lt;symptoms: pagsigaw="" ng="" wahh="" ibaba="" niy0="" k0="" dit0=""&gt;&lt;symptoms: pagsigaw="" ng="" wahhh="" ibaba="" ny0="" k0="" dit0=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5th: pagkababa sa Anchor's Away makabubuti kung magpahinga at i-check kung kumplet0 pa ang mga parte ng iy0ng katawan, at huwag mag-ilusy0n na sumakay sa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Space Shuttle&lt;/span&gt; pagkatap0s, dahil, maduduwag ka rin at masasayang lamang ang 30 mins. ng iy0ng buhay dit0 sa mund0, dahil maiisip mo na hindi m0 pala kayang magtapang-tapangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6th: makabubuti kung kumain na lang ng h0td0g sandwich na matatagpuan sa may entrance ng EK. TANDAAN: tignan mabuti ang pagmumukha ng nagtitinda ng h0td0g at siguraduhin na siya ay marun0ng maglagay ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;MAYONNAISE&lt;/span&gt; sa h0td0g. MGA PALATANDAAN NA SIYA AY HINDI MARUNONG:&lt;br /&gt;a. walang lumalabas na may0nnaise sa  squeeze bottle kahit an0 ang kanyang gawin...&lt;br /&gt;b. sa oras na magpumilit siyang pigain ang b0ttle, biglang lilipad ang takip nit0.&lt;br /&gt;c. makikita m0 na lang ang iy0ng sarili na kinukutsara ang may0nnaise mula sa malaking garap0n kung saan it0 nakalagay.&lt;br /&gt;d. mapapansin m0, na napapahiya na siya, at gust0ng umiyak, kaya sasabihin na: "ma'm s0rry p0, kay0 na lang ang maglagay ng may0nnaise"&lt;br /&gt;e. maiisip mo na ikaw na lang sana ang nagtinda ng h0td0g.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th: makabubuti rin na pagpas0k pa lang sa EK ay manghingi na ng map, hindi tulad ng pagkuha nito sa kalagitnaan ng hapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8th: nakakasama naman kung iin0m ka ng fruitjuice, pagkatap0s ay sasakay ka naman sa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Flying Fiesta&lt;/span&gt;... kung saan lilipad kang tulad ng kay Darna.&lt;br /&gt;ASAHAN ANG MGA SUMUSUNOD:&lt;br /&gt;a. makikita ang iy0ng paang umaangat mula sa lupa.&lt;br /&gt;b. maririnig ang iy0ng katabi na isinisigaw ang iy0ng pangalan.&lt;br /&gt;c. makakaramdam ng kaunting kahihiyan dahil, malalaman na ikaw lamang ang sumisigaw dahil hindi naman affected sa rides ang iyong mga kasabay.&lt;br /&gt;d. napakabilis ng pila dit0... hindi ka pagpapawisan, mag-ingat lamang sa iy0ng bag dahil baka it0'y lumipad sa hangin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9th: sa pagsakay sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ferris Wheel&lt;/span&gt; siguraduhin ang mga sumusun0d:&lt;br /&gt;a. makabubuti kung mayr00n kang mga kaibigan na naunang pumila, upang mapadali ang iy0ng pagsingit&lt;br /&gt;b. mag-ingat sa mga makakasama sa l0ob ng iny0ng b00th, dahil pag nakasabay m0 ang pilya m0ng kaibigan, magdasal ka na, dahil iik0t niya ang iny0ng booth.&lt;br /&gt;c. sa unang paggalaw, ihanda ang iy0ng mga tenga sa pagsigaw ng iy0ng kaibigan dahil sa kanyang tak0t.&lt;br /&gt;d. habang tumatagal naman, mas mabuti kung magkuhanan nalamang kay0 ng picture, at vide0 kaysa sumigaw. Advisable rin ang pagpupulb0s at paglalagay ng alc0hol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10th: at para sa iny0ng huling ride... sumakay sa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Ri0 GrandE&lt;/span&gt;..  sa pagsakay tandaan ang mga sumusun0d:&lt;br /&gt;a. dalian ang pagtakb0 sa pila dahil sa l00b ng 5 minut0 ay magsasara na it0, dahil gabi na!&lt;br /&gt;b. piliin ang pwest0 na iy0ng uupuan.&lt;br /&gt;c. maswerte ka kung hindi ka mababasa.&lt;br /&gt;d. ngunit napakakulit ng buhay dahil, kung sin0 ang gust0ng mabasa siya ang hindi nababasa at ang ayaw, siya naman ang nababasa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iyan ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;10 ut0s&lt;/span&gt; na iny0ng dapat tandaan upang maging masaya ang iny0ng pagpunta sa EK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It0'y iny0ng isapus0 at laging isaalang-alang sa tuwing mapapadpad sa lugar na kung tawagin ay Enchanted Kingd0m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/symptoms:&gt;&lt;/symptoms:&gt;&lt;/smiles&gt;&lt;/lal0&gt;&lt;/giggles&gt;&lt;/lal0&gt;&lt;/tulad&gt;&lt;/tulad&gt;&lt;/sa&gt;&lt;/sa&gt;&lt;/well&gt;&lt;/well...&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-113574254312224207?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/113574254312224207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=113574254312224207' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113574254312224207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113574254312224207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/12/10-c0mmandments-of-enchanted-kingd0m.html' title='the 10 c0mmaNdmenTs of EncHantEd KinGd0m'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-113574051710052738</id><published>2005-12-28T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:01:39.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chrisTmaS_parTy_deC.15</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/52/9198/320/ang_gamda_q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/52/9198/400/ang_gamda_q.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang nagdaang ChriStmaS PaRty... masAYa saNa Kaya Lang...&lt;br /&gt;a. hindi ak0 nakatul0g sa paggawA ng scripT paRa sa pr0j sa eng.&lt;br /&gt;b. dahiL hindi nakatul0g gust0 ng mahul0g ng mga mata k0...&lt;br /&gt;c. biglaan pa kaming pinag-h0st, buti nalang magaLing talaga kami &lt;j0ke&gt; naging maay0s naman ang lahat... thaNK G0d!&lt;br /&gt;d. it0ng picTure Na t0' saNa... saNa LaNg taLga... hinDI piLit ang TawA k0... HarHaR&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/j0ke&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-113574051710052738?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/113574051710052738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=113574051710052738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113574051710052738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113574051710052738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/12/christmaspartydec15.html' title='chrisTmaS_parTy_deC.15'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-113574013745758587</id><published>2005-12-28T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T12:01:03.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PictUrEs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/52/9198/320/praning_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(102, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/52/9198/400/praning_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me... SupEr_miLLay... &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" alt="Posted by Picasa" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-113574013745758587?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/113574013745758587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=113574013745758587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113574013745758587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113574013745758587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/12/pictures.html' title='PictUrEs...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-113568603153035859</id><published>2005-12-27T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T11:38:13.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mALigaYang niGhtmares!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;nagdaan na ang pask0, het0 at medy0 badtrp pa rin sa mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan k0 ba...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pan0 ba naman.. muntik ng hindi mg0n0chebuena!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay... hassle tlaga!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;********************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dapat ngay0ng vacati0n... masaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walang iniisip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is s0mething inside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi mapakali...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late na nga ak0ng makatul0g...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m0rning na nga yata ang tul0g k0 e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tap0s i have t0 wake up m0rning pa rin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tap0s i have dis very weird dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi lang 0nce.. per0 marami na ring times..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have dis dream of me and my sister, walking al0ng a cr0wded place, then suddenly a&lt;br /&gt;man came and sh0uted "h0ld-up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i d0n't know what t0 d0.. s0 i screamed f0r help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man with0ut a w0rd, just stabbed my sister at the back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was screaming and crying at the same time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up...&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pretty weird huh?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i d0n't mind having bad dreams, but that dream was a bit different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was very vivid..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if it was true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i wake up that day... i was sweating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi malinaw ang mga face...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi nga k0 sure if sis k0 tlga ung kasma k0... basta.. ang tawag k0 dw dun ay  marie &lt;my&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan... but i was really afraid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;few days later... het0 nanaman ang dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i l00ked at the cl0ck b4 i sleep that night... 11:50pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking &lt;nnman&gt; mer0n dw ak0ng pupuntahan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while walking i saw dw 3 incidents of h0ld-up, then i said t0 myself dw "nangyari na skin yan!"&lt;br /&gt;and c0ntinue walking, hanggang sa, tumatakb0 na rw ak0... faster and faster...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos all people that w0uld pass by me, my dalang knife, then sinasabi nila "h0ld-up"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i w0uld tell them naman, "iba nlang p0" then i will continue running... nagtataka rw ak0 kasi they will let me pass, tap0s naka-smile pa rw sila skin...! (creepy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i c0ntinue running 'till i felt na i was cl0se int0 bursting... tap0s.. nakarating na rw ak0 sa destinati0n...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of the people w0re black...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were crying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then funeral pala ung pupuntahan k0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nagtaka dw ak0 "why i'm wearing white?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was searching for people i kn0w.. per0 wala daw ak0ng kakilala...&lt;br /&gt;tap0s the w0rst part is... hindi nila k0 pinapansin... as if i d0 n0t exist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was inches, closer the casket... when i'm about t0 l00k... the 0ne inside the casket suddenly opens an eye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi k0 alam sin0 ung patay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was really creepy, kasi paggising k0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cl0ck reads... 12:00..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mins. pa lang ang nakalipas but it seems na ang tagal k0 ng tul0g and i was really tired...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***********************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pa-check up na kaya ak0..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe...&lt;/nnman&gt;&lt;/my&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-113568603153035859?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/113568603153035859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=113568603153035859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113568603153035859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113568603153035859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/12/maligayang-nightmares.html' title='mALigaYang niGhtmares!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-113283117079099512</id><published>2005-11-25T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:19:30.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kud0s2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;time is so fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;parang 3rd year lang kami n00n... but l00k at us n0w...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nag-hahari-hariang 4th yrs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;di k0 ma-imagine ang sarili k0.. going into the big world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;COLLEGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sabi ng iba masaya daw dun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sabi ng iba mahirap daw dun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sabi ng iba exciting...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;malungkot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;madugo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;nakakaiyak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;going into college I know I'm going out of my comfort zone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;comfort zone... my friends... the walls of the school... the bugging teachers... even the long covered walk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;things I know that I'll be leaving behind once I go into that "big world"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know nahirapan ang karamihan... at alam ko pati ak0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mahihirapan din...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ewan k0 kung maka-survive pa k0 in this battle...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;pagbibigyan pa kaya ak0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was talking with my friends knina at napag-usapan namin ang college...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;they shared all their sentiments regarding the issue but I didn't pay any attention... I was busy thinking of how will I ever get to experience such things when we are going to be far away from each other...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ISIPIN MO ang pinag-daanan namin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I laugh with them, for them and because of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cried with them, for them and because of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got angry with them, for them and because of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I fight with them, for them and because of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;thinking of all the good memories that we have  mas lalong nakakatakot to live college life without them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;matapang daw ak0... harhar!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;front k0 lang y0n... but the real me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;fragile...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;weak...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;afraid...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;coward...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;putting these f0ur words  is not easy imagine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;habang binabasa k0 ang mga salitang to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas lalo k0ng nare-realize kung gaano ak0 kahina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i would always tell them to be strong, brave but ak0 pala yung dapat maging gan0n...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ak0 pala ang dapat bigyan ng advice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ak0 pala ang dapat ipagtanggol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ak0 pala ang nasasaktan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ak0 pala ang mahina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;**********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have l0ng fought the endless battle for my friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have long given them the love that they deserve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have long took care of them whenever I can...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;s0 para saan to'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;dahil I'm already exhausted? no!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;***********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanted to say that amidst all of my sh0rtc0mings and weaknessess I'm still here ready to give my hundred and ten percent to each of them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;maging c0llege man kami! s0 what?! the only thing that will be change is h0w they'll call us... n0t HIGHSCHOOL anym0re, yes, though I'm dreading it, COLLEGE na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;our hearts and minds is set in this desire: to be friends! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;how l0ng? i dunn0? as l0ng as we w0n't give up we will surpass this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;it's our field trip tomorr0w...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;my last field trip in my highschool life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;this will never be repeated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;oh sh0ot!! It better be g0od!!&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/8537169-113283117079099512?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/113283117079099512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=113283117079099512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113283117079099512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/113283117079099512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/11/kud0s2.html' title='kud0s2'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-112981119746981569</id><published>2005-10-21T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T11:37:36.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>G0LLy... sem-breaK na!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;oo, at isang lingg0 pa nga bago ang sem-break!! ( napakaswerte ng mga c0LLege!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;but f0r me, damang-dama k0 na as in feel na feel k0!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;tap0s na ang madug0ng 2nd peri0dical exams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;tapos na rin ang pagpupuyat sa mga pr0ject... (take n0te ha... pur0 p0werp0int!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;but there were many things that had happened this pass few days... mer0n nga ring h0urs lang e... which really strucked me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;g0d!! s0brang sh0cking, but life must g0 0n..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-112981119746981569?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/112981119746981569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=112981119746981569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112981119746981569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112981119746981569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/10/g0lly-sem-break-na.html' title='G0LLy... sem-breaK na!!!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-112981166822106203</id><published>2005-10-20T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T11:41:14.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-E-A-T-H</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;five letters...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;0ne w0rd...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;0ne syllable...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;yet...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;painful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;marami daw nangyayari f0r a reas0n...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;but what if reas0ns are n0t en0ugh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;_______________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;one m0ment y0u find y0urself... reaLLy happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;p00f...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;sad ka na ulit!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-112981166822106203?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/112981166822106203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=112981166822106203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112981166822106203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112981166822106203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/10/d-e-t-h.html' title='D-E-A-T-H'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-112756111055718893</id><published>2005-09-24T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T19:25:10.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game ka na ba? ak0?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Oo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;masaya ak0 pan0 ba naman na hindi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e, i alm0st w0n in a quizbee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;one question... one answer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;but i didn't get it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;naunahan ak0!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh... g0d!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; yan ang nasabi k0! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;weLL, that's life and we sh0uld accept it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;at kung bakit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;GAME KA NA BA ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; ang titul0 nit0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;kc yun ang theme at style ng c0ntest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-112756111055718893?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/112756111055718893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=112756111055718893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112756111055718893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112756111055718893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/09/game-ka-na-ba-ak0.html' title='Game ka na ba? ak0?'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-112661761522764748</id><published>2005-09-14T12:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T11:38:55.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kud0s!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;s0meb0dy t0ld me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"when the time comes that you feel y0u're ready to give up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then  y0u know what y0u're giving is l0ve..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;at first i'm bewildered by that because that pers0n is n0t that type to say such things...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sh0ck nga k0 when that pers0n t0ld me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i answered naman... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"wakok0... ok ka lang...??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that pers0n answered back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"yah... i'm dead serious..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;then there's a pause...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a deafening silence between our discussion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;as if someone tapped me back into reality...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"miLLs... are u ok??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"of c0urse!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"parang... parang there's s0mething bugging y0u ah..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"n0Ne..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"s0... are y0u ready to give up??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;then the line went dead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;are u ready to give up... the last w0rds of that person... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and of all yun pa tlag dapat ang tan0ng...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;***************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;while mem0rizing the speech of mark anth0ny... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(friends, r0mans, c0untrymen.... clean y0ur ears... o00ps s0rry... it sh0uld be lend me y0ur ears.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that is still the th0ught ringing in my ears... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sh0uld i give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;am i ready to give up?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;is it w0rth it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;do i have t0?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;per0 ang tan0ng tlaga dyan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;f0r wh0m?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;PITY MILLAY... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;that sh0uld be my m0nicker... wala man lang ak0ng maisip na answer sa last questi0n...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i was thinking... if Mark Anthony is still alive can he help me kaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;tadah!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;what w0uld he say t0 me naman...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;(friends, r0mans and MILLAY... Lend me y0ur ears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i c0me t0 give up, and not to love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;the l0ve that men d0 feel for others...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;give up sh0uld be interred with your b0nes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;blahh blahh....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;then what will be his last line...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;my heart is in the c0ffin ready t0 give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and i must pause... till i learn to love again.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;pati yata si Mark Anthony... sumusuk0 na...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;********************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;after 2 h0urs... that pers0n called again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"s0wi... i dunn0 what happen t0 0ur ph0ne..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;sh0rt pause...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i replied...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"sure... i was mem0rzing a speech naman..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"ganun ba? sige... i'll put d0wn the ph0ne n0w..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"wait... 'b0ut the giving up... think i sh0uld really d0 that?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"sure thing... that pers0n... wasn't w0rth it... i tell y0u..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"are y0u making decisi0ns f0r me...?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"am i or am i n0t y0ur friend?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"what d0 y0u think?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"i think... i'm y0ur hands0me friend f0r all time..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;pause.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"now... mills... giving up??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"sure thing...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"w0w... 'sure thing'.... but then hiningi mo pa 0pini0n k0..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"pasalamat ka... i'm y0ur beautiful friend for all time..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"i was thinking, he wasn't such a bad pers0n was he?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"tingin m0?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"duh? think naman mabait siya... he was once a friend right?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"friend mo yun... best friend mo kaya yun..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"talaga...? i can't remember ha?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"heLLo?  amNesia....? creePing in?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;******************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;our discussion ended on whether or not they were once friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;may it or may it be not...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;he 0pened 0ne sleeping th0ught inside me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t0 give up is n0t bad... lal0 na... if y0u have a "hands0me friend" sabi nga niya... dahil mare-realize m0 may karamay ka naman palagi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;and...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;t0 give up is n0t bad... lal0 na pag... dahil dun... na-mem0rize k0 na rin ang speech ni Mark Anth0ny...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;friends, r0mans, c0untrymen... lend me y0ur ears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;**************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;at.... anu pa ba???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;may hanging question ngay0n...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"h0w will i end this?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-112661761522764748?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/112661761522764748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=112661761522764748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112661761522764748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112661761522764748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/09/kud0s.html' title='kud0s!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-112522715133627716</id><published>2005-08-29T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T19:05:51.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>maY naMiMiSS ak0!!! : - (</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;on a one lazy sunday evening... that is... well t0day....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i've encouraged myself  to look at my friendster account and there i saw a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;friendster message from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;... ferL ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;it says...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;***************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"oi... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;tumawag aku sanyo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;kahapon ata un..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ala lang kase..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;miss na miss lang naman poh kita..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;lam ko naman poh na busy ka..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;kaya hindi muna kita iistorbuhin..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;grabe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;miss na miss na tlaga poh kita.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"sabe nga ng mama mo gabi ka na raw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;umuuwi.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;ingatz ka pow ha??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;grabe miss u na tlga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;basta aral ka ng mabuti para kaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;valedictorian..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;hahahaa... kayang kaya yan ng bestfriend ko!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;****************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;that's what it says plus a couple more of "I miSS y0u's" and "Take caRe's"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;hay... if she only knew..  that's exactly what i'm feeling right now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i really miss her... as in... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;why would i not? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;we've known each other since grade2 and still have communication now that were way, way older of the two little 8 years old girls who use to be on the same service  and often being scolded by the driver because of their naughtiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;but they hardly tell each other how much they value one another till, it's time for the other girl to transfer school... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;that's when reality bites the most... the impact of being away with s0meone whom y0u gr0w with and kn0wn alm0st all y0ur life, shares your inner most desires and knows everything about y0u... from h0w you cried your heart out when you found out kiLLer eyes has a girl friend from how you laugh when you found out that all this time it looks like kiLLer eyes had a crush on you... (thanks  B.F.F.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;s0... ferLaL00 if y0u're ar0und and you happen to read this... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;(which i'm sure you will coz, i'm gonna tell you this anyway,)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i just wanted to tell you that you're in my heart just as Tin, Cha, Mai, Eka, Hazel, Kim and all other friends of ours before are and just as much as  MaCam, MIch,the Jeboks and S2c2 and all other friends of mine today are also there locked inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;perhaps a very big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;THANK YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; is what i want to give u for understanding just how tight and chaotic my schedule is today, for the never ending supp0rt you've given me all thru out this dangerous journey we've traveled, although we're apart... i know deep in my heart we're together... travelling the path towards our dreams. (And our quest on finding the truth 'b0ut KiLLer Eyes... haRhaR...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i won't say I miSS y0u.. coz i've talked to you in the ph0ne just yesterday... but a hearty and warm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;I LoVE  Y0U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt; f0r the most crazy pers0n i kn0w but und0ubtedly i care for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;i may already sound mushy, yes i already do... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;remember all these c0z its true...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;it's n0w time for my sign off...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;this has been MiLLay... I thanK y0u... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-112522715133627716?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/112522715133627716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=112522715133627716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112522715133627716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112522715133627716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/08/may-namimiss-ak0.html' title='maY naMiMiSS ak0!!! : - ('/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-112289981375218440</id><published>2005-08-02T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T20:36:53.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ay0k0ng may titul0!</title><content type='html'>nakakapag0d na araw parang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewaN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang mga bagAy na tip0ng ilang araw pinaghandaan aba!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 mINUT0 lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAP0S na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neKEr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sa Dami ng mga requirements aba!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muntik k0 nang makaLImutan ang aking pangaLAn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anu nga uli?? (aH... miLLay pala...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana dumating ang araw... at marealize ng mga teaChers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ta0 rin kaMI at hNdi mga KULISAP lang!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KULISAP na pwedeng tirisin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what am i saying???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di k0 na alam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana lang tlag...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;matap0s k0 ang mga pr0j. katul0ng ang aking gr0upmates na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aking mga mahal!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at anu pa bang ginagawa k0 deter... dapat ginagawa k0 na ang mga pr0j.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chige... till here..&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N0tE:&lt;br /&gt;upcat na sa aug.6 im sure di na me papasa...&lt;br /&gt;di me ready...&lt;br /&gt;di me matin0...&lt;br /&gt;hay... hachuuu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-112289981375218440?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/112289981375218440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=112289981375218440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112289981375218440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112289981375218440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/08/ay0k0ng-may-titul0.html' title='ay0k0ng may titul0!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-112264620916924892</id><published>2005-07-30T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:10:09.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Neker taLga!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;why is life s0 unfair!!!???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;there are s0 many things to d0,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;s0 many things t0 acc0mplish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm still taking everything f0r granted!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;kn0w what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i can't w0rk pag m0rning 0r early in the evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;tinatamad ak0 e... as in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;TINATAMAD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;the m0ment i can already w0rk 'b0ut my requirements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;is late in the evening as in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;LATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;daig k0 pa ang mg 0wls and bats sa Kasipagan sa night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;feeling k0.... NOcturnal animal na rin ak0...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's why, early in the m0rning when i wake up i'm already anticipating the time i can sleep &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that night! weird!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;that's h0w crazy life is right n0w... f0r me ha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;n0rmal kc sila... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;h0w 'b0ut me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;i'm just g0nna be giving y0u the run d0wn of the things w/c i need t0 acc0mplish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;or else... its the end 0f me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; pr0j. in eK0: dicti0nary... (gRR..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; pr0j in RVE: (it0 tlagang &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;nakaririmarim!!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                         : scrapb00k (individual)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                         : cd making pr0j. interview 0r s0mething (gr0upings)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*n0te: kulang na umiyak ang klase namin sa pagsasabing sir ang dami na net0... tama na!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;but still wa Epek ang aming mga dramatizati0n na tlgang pinag-praktisan... (whEWW)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*n0te(isa pa ulit!): anu kayang gagawin nya sa sandamakmak na pr0yekt0ng iy0n?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; pr0j. in physics: investigat0ry pr0ject&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; pr0j. in trig0.: cd making proj. 'b0ut a t0pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt;pr0j. in mathIV: cd making ulit 'b0ut a t0pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; pr0j. in fil.: mga manunulat (scrapb00k ulit)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; play in PEHM: t0d0 c0stume and pr0ps...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&gt; play in Eng.: 0dysseus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;*********************************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;n0w tell me... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;is life a j0ke?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;if i'll be able t0 finish all that i c0uld die na!! Neker tlag!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;n0te: believe it 0r n0t... wla pa ni isa ak0ng na-aac0mplish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;may it be individual 0r gr0up pr0j. h0pefully dis c0ming week magawa na ang iba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sa mga ganit0ng pangyayari sa aking buhay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;minsan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;iniicp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;k0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;naging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;alikab0k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ak0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;sana &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lang tlga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;minsan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-112264620916924892?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/112264620916924892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=112264620916924892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112264620916924892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112264620916924892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/07/neker-talga.html' title='Neker taLga!!!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-112203275765500562</id><published>2005-07-23T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T22:24:45.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the p0et in me!!!! (PanaL0!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; CrippLed &lt;&lt;&lt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;why do i have to feel this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;why do i need to see things that will not be of use to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;why do i need to hide everything that i feel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;why am i s0 al0ne?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;t0morr0w maybe i'll wake-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and st0p my aching heart to break.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;t0m0rr0w? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;n0 i d0n't think s0,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;because t0m0rr0w will never g0nna c0me to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;call me stupid, call me m0r0n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;call me all names&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but one thing is f0r sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i can live forever thinking of him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and thinking of him is what i shall d0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;y0u can be right by saying it's useless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;but can y0u blame this beating heart screaming the s0und of his name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i wish i could still feel those silent m0ments,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;where my inner self could be at peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yet, when he came he change all of that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and now--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;restlessness, yes restlessness is gr0ping me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i may live another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;to live that is for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;to live n0t kn0wing h0w he feels,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;to live in melancholy and tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yes i can live forever thinking of him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and thinking of him is what i shall do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;although, those could only leave me with broken memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;it's more than enough for me to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yes i can live forever thinking of him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;yet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;i kn0w--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;and i accept---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;that thinking of him--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;will never make him mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; miLLay &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; inLove?! Nah! d0n't think s0! &lt;&lt;&lt;&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/8537169-112203275765500562?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/112203275765500562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=112203275765500562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112203275765500562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/112203275765500562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/07/p0et-in-me-panal0.html' title='the p0et in me!!!! (PanaL0!)'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-111935804887769928</id><published>2005-06-22T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:47:28.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay nako!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;siguro there comes a time in your life that you will feel, sooooo.... tired and exhausted....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;katulad ngayon... ewan ko ba... wala namang mabibigat na assignments pero feeling ko pagod na pagod na k0.... ang hinihintay ko na nga agad e... ang mag-weekend na para masaya... at makabili na me ng bagong cp...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;hay nako... sa pagod kong to' aba! na-update ko pa rin ang blog na eter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;hay neker... anu bang masasabi???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;napakahirap talaga kapag hindi ka sure sa mga bagay-bagay anu! kala mo okay na but then you will end up still doubting yourself on what you really wanted to do with your life. .. sana nga lang dumating yung moment where in you can tell to yourself na well... finally... i have made the right decision. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;mahirap rin when you can't do something 'bout a situation that you're into... neker... ang kailangan mo lang gawin is to go with the flow and follow everything na mangyayari...(how HopeleSS) ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;katulad kanina... may letter si pam samin 'bout s2c2... ang sarap balikan lahat ng mga moments mo with your barkada... sad, happy, crazy, funny, halo-halo na... kung mauulit yun di ako sigurado at kung sakali man may chance pa ba na maulit yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;neKer??!!! kaya lng yung iba parang wala lang... alang pakiramdam... hindi man lng naramdaman ang solemnity ng m0ment... hindi pa kami c0mplete..(anu kaya un?) s2c2 mo pa bang matatawag yun kung hindi kau kumplet0... maaaring s2c2 sa 'tin, per0 sa iba? duh? wh0 cares... they d0n't like friends e di wag... (BUNGA LAMANG ITO NG AKING PAGIGING PUYAT!!!) wag ny0 na ngang masyadong intindihin yung sinulat ko.. gusto ko na ngang burahin e... kaya lng iikli naman... kaya... WAG NA LANG! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;sery0s0... i feel threathened a bit by the thought na parang walang effort yung iba for a moment of get together... kasi parang they are taking for granted everything that we had shared. per0 masisisi mo ba sila? NO! ginusto nila yun... it's there choice... plus... may ginawa ba tay0 para pigilan sila sa mga ginagawa nila...? wla naman diba? so who's to blame... NO ONE... all of us have freewill. hindi man ito halata... mer0n pa rin tay0 nun! yun nga lang... hindi natin ginamit sa magandang paraan... parang para sa atin... balewala lang... hay... how sad nman..???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;na-iimagine ko na... i will graduate sa fourth year na may kulang sa akin... hindi recognition, medal, award o diploma.. kundi mga kaibigan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;per0 sana katulad nga sa isang kanta... "it's never too late..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;QUESTION:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;talaga bang may ganung s0ng? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;ANSWER:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;meron! wait ha... c0mp0se ko lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-111935804887769928?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/111935804887769928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=111935804887769928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/111935804887769928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/111935804887769928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/06/hay-nako.html' title='hay nako!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-111841601713430167</id><published>2005-06-11T14:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T23:06:57.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>im baaaaaccccccckkkk ffff000000rrrrr g0000oooood!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;and because my pc had a pr0blem for the past m0nths, i am left with no choice but n0t to update my bLog... and so ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nandit0 na ulit ako...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;nagpaparamdam lng...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;harhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt; i'm back at updated nnman ak0....!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;yeHey!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-111841601713430167?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/111841601713430167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=111841601713430167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/111841601713430167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/111841601713430167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-baaaaaccccccckkkk-ffff000000rrrrr.html' title='im baaaaaccccccckkkk ffff000000rrrrr g0000oooood!!!!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-110846503325558579</id><published>2005-02-16T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T18:57:13.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>t0 my friendships!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t0 my friendships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;alam k0ng sa mga nakaraang buwan marami ak0ng naging pagkukulang...marami ak0ng mga desisy0n na ginawa...ginawa na alam k0ng nakasakit sa iny0...sana hayaan niniy0ng sabihin k0...kung an0 ang tunay na nadarama ng pus0 k0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;may mga desisiy0n ak0ng ginawa...na hindi k0 man lang sa iny0 kinunsulta...mga bagay na alam k0ng masakit...para sa iny0... at para sa akin...per0 kung an0 man y0n... s0rry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sorry... dahil sa daming buwan...na hindi k0 kay0 kasama...nararamdaman k0 rin ang pangungulila...nararamdaman k0 rin ang lungk0t na hindi k0 kay0 kasama...nararamdaman k0 rin na "hey, i miss y0u guys!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;sabihin na lang nating dumadating sa buhay ng tao...ang gumawa ng desisy0n kahit masakit...ang gumawa ng isang bagay na alam nyang may nasasaktan...masasaktan ang mga ta0ng mahal nya... pati sya...per0 et0 ang buhay... kelangan nating harapin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tanggapin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hindi ak0 umalis... at hindi ak0 umaalis..at wala ak0ng balak umalis...kung sakaling hindi ny0 man ak0 nakakasama...hindi ibig sabihin na wala na ang mga pagsasama...hindi ibig sabihing nakalimutan k0 na kay0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;dahil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;hindi k0 magagawa y0n...&lt;br /&gt;nandit0 lang naman ak0... kung kailangan ny0 k0...per0 habang masaya ang lahat...nand00n lang muna ak0 sa mga ta0ng nangangailangn sa 'kin...maaasahan ny0 k0 kahit an0ng mangyari...dahil kahit an0 pa man ang dumating...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tay0 ang 0rig!&lt;br /&gt;tandaan ny0... mahaL k0 kay0ng Lahat...kung kailangan ny0 ng 'miLLay'...nandit0 lang ak0... walang pagbabag0...walang kapantay ang mga mem0ries natin...at lahat y0n nandit0 lang...&lt;br /&gt;sa pus0 k0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;0k!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-supEr_miLLay-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-110846503325558579?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/110846503325558579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=110846503325558579' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/110846503325558579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/110846503325558579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/02/t0-my-friendships.html' title='t0 my friendships!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-110691318203333921</id><published>2005-01-29T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T19:53:02.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang SakiT!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bakit kapag y0u l0ve s0me0ne... biglang timing na may "karibal" ka... oops... hindi yan pwedeng mawala sa eksena palagi yang kasama sa isang magul0ng l0velife.?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;minsan iniisip k0 tul0y 'malas' tlaga ak0 pagdating sa l0ve... palaging 'wr0ng timing', palaging may 'd other w0man' sa eksena, akala k0 tap0s na per0 may mas mabigat pa palang un0s na padating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;akala k0 finally: "this is it!" the m0ment na i've been waiting f0r per0 hindi e... mukhang papalpak pa rin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt; bef0re may f0rce na nagsasabi sakin t0 m0ve cl0ser t0 him... feeling k0 kc s0mething g00d is ab0ut t0 happen hindi k0 alam na n0t f0r l0ng babawiin na sakin yung f0rce na y0n... at ang kapalit isang dumadagund0ng na driving f0rce t0 m0ve away fr0m him. what's the reas0n? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.............................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;matatawa ka sigur0 per0 h0nestly, hindi k0 rin alam kung an0ng reas0n all i kn0w is sabi ng isip k0 'm0ve away' sigur0 sa dami na ng naranasan nit0ng pus0 k0... nararamdaman na niya agad ang mga mangyayari sa future kaya my heart tells me to st0p. naawa na rin sigur0 finally sakin ang pus0 k0 kasi alam niyang "here we g0 again" MASASAKTAN NANAMAN AKO!&lt;br /&gt;ir0nic per0 i'm not s0 sure kung kakampi k0 nga ba talaga t0ng pus0 k0 o kalaban k0 rin siya... kung ang talagang gust0 niyang gawin eh ang tulungan ak0 bakit ang sakit!? bakit parang nang-iinggit pa ang tadhana sa lahat ng mga nakikita at nararamdaman k0? bakit may mga situati0n na lalong nagsasabi sakin na mali ang nararamdaman k0? nagpakatanga nanaman ak0? at higit sa lahat sinaktan ko nanaman ang pus0 k0?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ak0 naman talaga ang may kasalanan nit0 e... kung hindi sigur0 ak0 nag-assume hindi rin naman ak0 masasaktan ng ganit0! kung hindi k0  inakala na gust0 rin niya k0 hindi sigur0 ak0 masasaktan! kung hindi k0 tinanim sa pus0 k0 ang lahat tungkol sa kanya... hindi ak0 masasaktan...! e, an0 pang magagawa k0... et0 nga at nasasaktan na k0... nakalim0t din sigur0 ak0 sa sarili... nakalim0t ak0 na hindi k0 pwedeng maramdaman y0n... per0 bakit k0 ba naramdaman y0n? mayabang na kung mayabang per0 sa sandaling 0ras na nakasama k0 siya naramdaman k0 na gust0 rin niya ak0... kahit nung una ayaw k0ng maniwala... kahit ayaw k0ng tanggapin... het0 bumigay pa rin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ang mga titig, tingin, pakikitung0 niya, pati sa mga kaibigan niya naramdaman k0 na parang "there s0mething g0in' on" kaya het0 ang tanga... nagtiwala sa mga instincts... nagtiwala sa mga "signs" na "wasn't right". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;binigyan ng atensy0n and everyday it just gr0ws and gr0ws... funny but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;up t0 n0w... i'm n0t s0 sure if this if l0ve... but 0ne thing i kn0w... i'm hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this will take time to heal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;how l0ng? wh0 kn0ws?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;s0bra lang ak0ng naging assuming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;naging tanga,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;naging b0ba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nagmahal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;sigur0? hindi k0 alam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;per0 lilipas din t0'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;oo, masakit per0 in time... katulad ng mga dating sakit na naranasan k0... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;this will simply fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-supEr_miLLay-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-110691318203333921?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/110691318203333921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=110691318203333921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/110691318203333921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/110691318203333921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2005/01/ang-sakit.html' title='Ang SakiT!!!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-110127945498789431</id><published>2004-11-25T06:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:57:34.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang aking huLing pamamaaLam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;dati ang akala k0, masaya magkar00n ng maraming friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* marami kang kausap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* marami kang kakampi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* marami kang karamay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* marami kang katuwaan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* higit sa lahat sikat kay0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;                                                kasi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;                                                          marami kay0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;* di kay0 aawayin kc bka sugurin ny0 silang lahat... hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yan ang mund0ng ginagalawan k0 n00n... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yan ang mund0ng akala k0... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;weLL akala k0 lng tlga... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;magiging masaya ak0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;infairness... real friends nman sila e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;makikita m0 ang tunay na pagmamahal ng mga tunay na kaibigan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;per0 kung bakit kami nagkakapr0blema ngay0n???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yan... ang hindi k0 alam..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;PRIDE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;yan na nga sigur0 ang pun0't dul0 ng lahat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mga ta0ng &lt;strong&gt;AYAW&lt;/strong&gt; mgpatal0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mga ta0ng feeling lagi silang &lt;strong&gt;TAMA&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mga ta0ng dahil sa mga &lt;strong&gt;"PRINSIPY0" daw?&lt;/strong&gt; nila e walang pa ring pakialam sa feelings ng iba...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mga ta0ng kahit kailan e, hindi tumanggap ng &lt;strong&gt;KAMALIAN&lt;/strong&gt; nila...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;syempre paan0 nga naman nila... tatanggapin na &lt;strong&gt;MALI&lt;/strong&gt; sila... e mism0ng yung mga ta0ng nasasaktan nila e hindi yata nila matanggap...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ang &lt;strong&gt;"nakakatawa"&lt;/strong&gt; pa rit0... dahil lang sa isang wlang kwentang bagay... nagkasira ang lahat...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at dahil nga dit0 &lt;strong&gt;LUMITAW&lt;/strong&gt; na lahat ng mga bagay na kinaiinis nila... ang sadyang pinagtataka k0 lang e bakit naman sa tagal-tagal ng pinagsamahan namin e ngay0n lang nila ipahahayag ang lahat ng mga reklam0 nila...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;oo, alam k0 yung iba dyan matagal ng itinatag0 it0... per0 bakit sa ganit0ng pagkakata0n dapat pang lumabas lahat t0'...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pwede nman nilang pag-usapan saka sabihin ang lahat ng mga nararamdaman nila... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anupa't naging &lt;strong&gt;KAIBIGAN&lt;/strong&gt; sila kung hindi nila kayang gawin yun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;an0 pang essence ng mga sinasabi nilang &lt;strong&gt;FRIENDSHIP&lt;/strong&gt;... kung mism0ng yung friendship na dini-define nila e hindi nman pla nila kayang gawin...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mer0n din dyang mga nagbubulag-bulagan... mga hugas-kamay... &lt;strong&gt;WALA KAMING KINALAMAN DYAN&lt;/strong&gt;... ksi dw: &lt;strong&gt;KASALANAN NIYA Y0N&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ang malala may iba dyan... pagkatapos &lt;strong&gt;MAKIPAG-AY0S daw?&lt;/strong&gt; sa ta0ng inv0lve after an h0ur.. w0w... back t0 the other side na lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KAMPIHAN&lt;/strong&gt; sigur0 't0 kung sin0 ang tama at maLi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kung sin0 yung mga &lt;strong&gt;DEADMA&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;"HAY NAK0! WALA AK0NG PAKIALAM SA KANYA"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kung sin0 yung mga ni minsan hindi yata naisip na may &lt;strong&gt;BARKADA &lt;/strong&gt;silang dapat &lt;strong&gt;PANGALAGAAN&lt;/strong&gt;... basta &lt;strong&gt;NASAGASAAN&lt;/strong&gt; ang pinakamamahal nilang &lt;strong&gt;PRIDE&lt;/strong&gt;... susug0d sila agad sa &lt;strong&gt;GIYERANG&lt;/strong&gt; in the first place lahat sila may kasalanan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sabi nga... "it takes tw0 t0 tang0" sa bawat pr0blema... ang pareh0ng panig ang may kasalanan n00n...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;mahirap piliin kung saang side ka &lt;strong&gt;KAKAMPI&lt;/strong&gt; dahil alam m0 kung saan ka man pumanig may isa ka pang panig na masasaktan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kung hindi lang sana ma-&lt;strong&gt;PRIDE&lt;/strong&gt; ang mga ta0 ngay0n sa mund0... hind na sana AABOT pa sa ganit0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kung sana&lt;strong&gt; N00N&lt;/strong&gt; pa lang sinabi na ang mga ayaw sa isa't-isa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kung sana may mga &lt;strong&gt;KAIBIGAN&lt;/strong&gt; pa ring nagmamahal sa mga kaibigan nila...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kung sana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kung sana... ginagamit din natin ang &lt;strong&gt;PUS0&lt;/strong&gt; bag0 ang &lt;strong&gt;ISIP&lt;/strong&gt; dahil ang &lt;strong&gt;ISIP &lt;/strong&gt;pwedeng diktahan ang mga gagawin m0... per0 ang &lt;strong&gt;PUS0&lt;/strong&gt;...hindi... kahit gaan0 ka pa magalit sa ta0ng kinaiinisan m0... makikilala at &lt;strong&gt;MAMAHALIN&lt;/strong&gt; pa rin yan ng &lt;strong&gt;PUS0&lt;/strong&gt; m0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;naiinis ak0 sa sarili k0... at bakit sa ganit0ng paraan k0 pa sasabihin it0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sigur0... hindi k0 't0 kayang sabihin ng harapan dahil &lt;strong&gt;AYOKONG&lt;/strong&gt; tumul0 nanaman ang mga luha sa mga mata k0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;nalulungk0t ak0 dahil kinakailangan k0ng pakawalan ang mga ta0ng akala k0 maaari k0ng itag0 dit0 sa pus0 k0... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;lahat tay0 may pagkakamali... ikaw, kay0, siya, tay0, ak0, sila... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sa kabila ng lahat ng it0 ang &lt;strong&gt;PAG-AMIN&lt;/strong&gt; sa mga &lt;strong&gt;PAGKAKAMALING&lt;/strong&gt; nagawa natin ang &lt;strong&gt;PINAKAMAHIRAP&lt;/strong&gt; tanggapin sa lahat...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sa mga &lt;strong&gt;PAGKAKAMALING&lt;/strong&gt; alam k0 nagawa k0... humihingi ak0 ng tawad... pang-unawa... mahirap lang sigur0ng &lt;strong&gt;TANGGAPIN&lt;/strong&gt; na pagkatapos ng lahat ng mga &lt;strong&gt;SAYA&lt;/strong&gt; na naibigay natin sa isa't-isa pur0&lt;strong&gt; SAKIT&lt;/strong&gt; naman ngay0n ang naidudulot sa atin ng lahat ng it0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sa bawat &lt;strong&gt;IWAS&lt;/strong&gt;... sa bawat &lt;strong&gt;PAG-ALIS&lt;/strong&gt; ... at sa bawat &lt;strong&gt;HIWALAY &lt;/strong&gt;na nangyayari sa tin ngay0n... masakit isipin na sa &lt;strong&gt;SALITA&lt;/strong&gt; lang &lt;strong&gt;TAY0NG LAHAT&lt;/strong&gt; nagrereklam0... sa &lt;strong&gt;SALITA &lt;/strong&gt;lang tay0ng magaling na sabihin ang lahat ng mga &lt;strong&gt;HINANAKIT &lt;/strong&gt;natin sa bawat isa... at higit sa &lt;strong&gt;LAHAT&lt;/strong&gt; sa &lt;strong&gt;SALITA &lt;/strong&gt;tay0 magaling &lt;strong&gt;MANAKIT&lt;/strong&gt; sa damdamin ng &lt;strong&gt;BAWAT ISA&lt;/strong&gt;... mas 0key pa nga kung magpatayan... atleast paghil0m ng mga &lt;strong&gt;SUGAT&lt;/strong&gt; wala na rin ang &lt;strong&gt;SAKIT&lt;/strong&gt;... per0 kung sa &lt;strong&gt;SALITA&lt;/strong&gt;... matap0s man ang mga sagutan ang mga &lt;strong&gt;SUGAT&lt;/strong&gt; na maidudulot nit0... hindi na maghihil0m...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sana... wag tay0ng umab0t sa gan0n...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sana... wag...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;dahil kung sakaling &lt;strong&gt;MAMATAY&lt;/strong&gt; man ak0 ngay0n... at tanungin ak0 ng &lt;strong&gt;DIY0S &lt;/strong&gt;kung gust0 k0ng pagdaanan &lt;strong&gt;LAHAT at MAKILALA&lt;/strong&gt; muli ang mga ta0ng nakilala k0 n00n... hindi k0 kay0 lalampasan... dahil kung tutuusin... nang makilala k0 kay0... nakilala k0 na rin ang sarili k0... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at aaminin k0... hindi man ak0 &lt;strong&gt;MABUHAY&lt;/strong&gt; muli... hindi k0 &lt;strong&gt;PINAGSISIHAN&lt;/strong&gt; ang nakilala k0 kay0... dahiL alam k0... malalagpasan din natin ang lahat ng it0...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at sabay-sabay na sasabihin:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;" MASAYA ANG MAGKAR00N NG MARAMING FRIENDS!!! "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sana... kasi ak0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;UMAASA PA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;                                                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-110127945498789431?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/110127945498789431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=110127945498789431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/110127945498789431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/110127945498789431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/11/ang-aking-huling-pamamaalam.html' title='ang aking huLing pamamaaLam...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-110127509207487831</id><published>2004-11-25T05:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:44:52.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NARCISSUS!!! date:4.19.04</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;n0.2            DATE:4.19.04&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NARCISSUS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i wake up one Saturday m0rning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"its vacati0n! oh! s0 b0ring!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i went d0wn and ate my breakfast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;thinking- "why can't time m0ve fast?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i grabbed the rem0te c0ntr0l and watched tv,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;watching those pe0ple -"they are crazy!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;then i saw this c0mmercial saying:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"t0 the circus, t0 the circus we came running."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Yeah! a circus a perfect place-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;t0 rem0ve my distress!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i immediately went there t0 see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;just t0 see- the man of my fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;he is a tall and hands0me man,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and we talk and talk- "it was fun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;he just came there t0 visit and watch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;now we met- what a perfect match!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;after that we are seeing each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;everyday - that it feels like f0rever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its been a week and he t0ld me t0 see him,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;t0 the circus, where i first met him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i excitedly waited f0r him, but he was n0t there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;neither the circus n0r the fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i felt terrible "he treated me f00l"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;then a boy came and gave me a letter s0 cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;its from him and it says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"i'm s0 glad that we have cr0ssed 0ur ways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;y0u're s0 special t0 me, y0u make me happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i want t0 thank y0u f0r wiping away my blues,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but it's g00dbye f0r n0w. Y0ur friend, Narcissus."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i ask the b0y, "wh0 gave this t0 y0u?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;he said, "my friend"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"where is he n0w?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"he is already dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tears fell fr0m my eyes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"when and why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;"he died of cancer last Friday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;i st0pped dead, i remembered "i met him last Saturday."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;.supEr_miLLay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-110127509207487831?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/110127509207487831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=110127509207487831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/110127509207487831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/110127509207487831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/11/narcissus-date41904.html' title='NARCISSUS!!! date:4.19.04'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-110127371785548167</id><published>2004-11-25T05:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:21:57.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SET FREE!!! date:3.16.02</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;N0. 1             DATE: 3.16.02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SET FREE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;those times i always lie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to every pers0n i always deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thinking those things, how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that you are on my mind now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;there are so many competition,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;on where to put your attention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but to be jealous, how can i be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;if i will not show the real me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;always hiding my em0ti0n,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;everytime in every pers0n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;feeling glad and happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;though i don't want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but what else can I do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;i don't know your feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to be honest, to be true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;but still i'm waiting for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;counting all the days,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;to move on to another way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hope and always pray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;that's my guidance everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;now i know and see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;you are not the one for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;and that's what it should be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;there's nothing i can d0, but to set you free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.supEr_miLLay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-110127371785548167?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/110127371785548167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=110127371785548167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/110127371785548167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/110127371785548167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/11/set-free-date31602.html' title='SET FREE!!! date:3.16.02'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109963391659697591</id><published>2004-11-05T05:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T13:51:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yeHey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;weLL now... i have the gutS t0 puBLish my P0ems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm s0 xciTed h0pe Every0nE's g0iNg t0 see this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but b4 that... let me tell y0u... it's been a b0rinG weEk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;we stiLL d0n't have a cLasS... untiL n0v.7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;thiS wiLL g0nna be a veRy l0Ng weEk...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109963391659697591?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109963391659697591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109963391659697591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109963391659697591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109963391659697591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/11/yehey.html' title='yeHey!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109930850269251344</id><published>2004-11-02T11:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T19:28:22.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm bacccccccckkkkk!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5:54 PM 10/8/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;~PAGTATAG0~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"HIDING= a term used to describe the act to conceal, or not to reveal yourself."&lt;br /&gt;Hiding...?? pagtag0?? isang salita na ginagamit everytime na gust0 m0ng mapag-isa, para bang gust0ng magtag0 sa mund0... yung ayaw m0 ng magpakita... dahil baka pagtawanan ka nila, kutyain, iwasan. may mga panahon kasi na... pakiramdam m0 kakaiba ka sa lahat... yung para bang "ALIEN" ka...&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yung wala kang katulad... in sh0rt... hindi ka na maka-relate sa mga bagay na nangyayari sa paligid m0... na-oo.p. "OUT OF PLACE". Out of place in the sense na hindi mo na alam kung saan m0 ilalagay yung sarili m0...&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gust0 m0 mang magpakat0t00 sa ta0ng mahal m0... hindi m0 magawa kasi hindi m0 kaya...&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;tak0t kang masaktan kasi hindi m0 kaya... hindi ka handa sa mga salitang maaari m0ng marinig kapag sinabi m0 sa kanya na mahal m0 siya... per0 ang isasag0t lang niya sa iy0... ay ang salitang... : "KAIBIGAN LANG ANG TINGIN K0 SAY0...." daig m0 pa ang naunt0g sa pader kung makakatanggap ka ng ganyang kalumang kataga mula sa isang ta0ng pinaglaanan m0 ng pagmamahal... (naks lalim!)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gust0 mo mang magpakat0t0o sa ta0ng mahal m0... hindi m0 magawa kasi hindi pwede...&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;bakit nga ba hindi pwede?!? kasi kahit gaan0 m0 na gust0ng sabihin sa ta0 ang nararamdaman m0... may nauna na sa iy0... e kung sasabihin m0 pa... kulelat ka na...!!! Kung sa sarili m0 nga nanliliit ka na... aba e... mapagsasabi m0 pa ba y0n..?? lal0 na sa taong mahal m0...? kaya n0 ch0ice ka kung hindi ang itag0 ang iy0ng H.D. sa ta0ng yun... hehe... HIDDEN DESIRE! kidding aside, wala kang ibang pwedeng gawin kundi ang t0d0 pigil dyan sa feelings m0... kahit pa magsel0s ka dyan... papaalala k0 lang sa y0 n0h! may karapatan ka ba...?!?&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gust0 m0 mang magpakat0t0o sa ta0ng mahal m0... hindi m0 magawa kasi friend m0 siya...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;yan...!!! the reas0n everyb0dy has been waiting...!!! maraming makaka-relate nyan ngay0n... syempre nga naman friend m0 e... alangan namang out 0f n0where sabihin m0 na mahal m0 siya bigla-bigla... e di nilayuan ka n0n...! maiilang na yun say0... in short SIRA na ang friendship pag nangyari yun... syempre hindi m0 gust0ng maganap yun diba... hindi m0 nga matitiis na hindi m0 siya makausap, e kung layuan ka pa...? kawawa ka naman... kaya kahit nagmumukha ka ng tanga sa pagtutuks0 sa kanya sa iba... tul0y ka pa rin para hindi ka masyad0ng halata... kahit gust0ng-gust0 m0 ng sabihin sa kanya... makukuntent0 ka na lang sa mga kwentuhan ny0 na if i kn0w e s0brang imp0rtante sa y0... kahit na ang napag-usapan ny0 lang e... kung an0 ang lagay ng panah0n..?&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gust0 m0 mang magpakat0t0o sa ta0ng mahal m0... hindi m0 magawa kasi di kay0 cl0se...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;kabaligtaran naman 't0 nung nasa taas... pwedeng magkakilala kay0 per0 hanggang dun na lang y0n... in sh0rt "di kay0 close"... mahirap din 't0 e... tip0ng y0u are crushing fr0m afar... kaya yung mga st0len m0ments na magkakausap kay0... aba... heaven na y0n sa y0'.. at kung ikaw yung tip0 ng ta0 na gagawa at gagawa ng paraan para maging cl0se kay0 0 di kaya kahit na magkausap lang kay0... advantage sa y0 yun... it means a bigger chance of visibility... magiging aware siya na...y0u're existing pala... sana lang hindi ka ma-tag as in "feeling close" or "papansin"&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;gust0 m0 mang magpakat0t00 sa ta0ng mahal m0... hindi m0 magawa kasi gust0 rin siya ng friend mo...&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ang magkaibigan diba palaging magkasund0 sa mga likes and dislikes sa mga bagay... pareh0 kay0 sa fav0rite c0l0r, f00d, b00k, m0vie, actress, act0r... etc.  per0 pati rin naman ba sa ta0ng mamahalin... magkapareh0 pa rin kay0...?!? et0 na sigur0 yung tinatawag na 0ne of the hardest if n0t the hardest reas0n ng pagtatag0 m0 sa tunay m0ng feelings... just imagine... magkapareh0 daw ba kay0 ng ta0ng mahalin? isipin m0ng sa araw-araw na ginawa ng Diy0s e, maririnig m0 ang kaibigan m0 kung gaan0 siya kinilig dun sa ta0ng mahal niya... (na nagkata0n na mahal m0 rin!)... hindi kaya mal0ka ka nun... syempre pigil dila ka ngay0n sa pagsasabi ng nararamdaman m0 sa ta0ng yun, pati na rin sa kaibigan mo... (per0 kung matapang ka at ang hanap m0 ay gul0... sige pwede m0ng sabihin..!) sa mga martir na kaibigan dyan na ang pipiliin e, ang pagkakaibigan... salud0 ak0 sa iny0.. (gust0 ny0 pumpings pa e...) napaka-uliran ny0 na gust0 k0ng sabihin sa iny0 na sa s0brang bait m0 "sana kunin ka na ni L0rd" ...mahirap yatang talikuran ang pagmamahal sa isang ta0... (lal0 na kung talagang tinamaan ka!)... para lang sa pagsalba sa friendship ny0 ng kaibigan m0... natatandaan k0 tul0y n00n yung isang survey na sinagutan k0 sa friendster...(magkwent0 daw ba?) ang tan0ng dun: "an0ng pipiliin m0 yung kaibigan m0 0 yung ta0ng mahal m0?!?" at syempre ang isang walang kakwenta-kwenta k0ng sag0t e yung salitang "depende"... t0t0o naman e... depende kung alam m0ng mas mahal ng kaibigan m0 yung ta0ng mahal m0 at tingin m0 mas kaya nyang pasayahin e di magparaya ka na... per0 kung alam m0 namang mas t0t0o ang pagmamahal m0 dun sa ta0ng yun c0mpare sa pagmamahal sa kanya ng kaibigan m0... e di ipaglaban mo... per0 bihira lang ang gumagawa ng ganyang katapangan... (kaya nga maraming old maid e!)... per0 isipin m0 rin naman sin0 ba ang dadamay say0 in time 0f need? dba ung friend m0 rin naman? sin0 ba yung mas nakasama m0 ng matagal na panah0n? dba yung friend mo rin naman? and s0 by the end of the day ikaw lang din ang nakakaalam kung alin ang mas mahalaga para sa 'y0...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;pagkatap0s ng isang napakahabang litanya k0... sana may natutunan ka... kahit ak0 may natutunan din... mga bagay na ngay0n k0 lang din na-realize kung hindi k0 pa isinulat... marami pa ngang dahilan kung bakit m0 dapat itag0 ang feelings m0 sa isang ta0... per0 sa ngay0n yung mga nabasa m0 ang pinaka-importante...&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;at sa bandang huli nasa sa iy0 kung itatag0 m0? or y0u will reveal y0urself...?? sabi nga nila magpakat0t0o ka...!! per0 wala rin naman ak0ng karapatang sabihin yun say0' dahil ak0 mism0 hindi k0 alam kung kaya k0ng gawin yun... hindi k0 rin alam ngay0n kung saan na mapupunta ang litanyang it0... hindi k0 alam kung paan0 k0 tatapusin it0... kaya ganit0 na lang bigla na lang mawawala.... -the end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;MILLAY&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109930850269251344?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109930850269251344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109930850269251344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109930850269251344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109930850269251344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-bacccccccckkkkk.html' title='i&apos;m bacccccccckkkkk!!!!!!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109723222233055600</id><published>2004-10-09T09:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T18:43:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hay...</title><content type='html'>this week has been s0 tiring... s0bra... sugat-sugat na k0 sa lahat ng mga pahirap sa c0cc... tap0s 0verl0aded pa sa mga sch00l w0rks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being highsch00l is really such a burden... per0 kaya yan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandali na lang... c0llege na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109723222233055600?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109723222233055600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109723222233055600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109723222233055600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109723222233055600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/10/hay.html' title='hay...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109723027490059351</id><published>2004-10-09T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T18:11:14.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOULMATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;     Soulmate? isang salita na kapag pumasok sa isip ng isang tao paniguradong tungkol sa pag-ibig agad ang naiisip ng iba.. Pero hindi naman lahat ng tao, tulad ko, para sa akin kapag sinabing 'soulmate' ang naiisip ko kaagad yung isang tao na kasundo o kaya naman ay yung kaibigan mo.&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;minsan lang sa buhay ng tao siya makakatagpo ng isang tunay na kaibigan, maaaring marami kang kaibigan ngayon pero hindi ka nakatitiyak kung tunay nga sila o kung sila yung kaibigan na tipong pangmatagalan. pwedeng nandyan lang sila pero pagdating ng panahon na kung saan kailangan mo na ng tulong tsaka naman sila mawawala. Yung mga ganung tipo ng tao yung hindi alam ang tunay na kahulugan ng pagkakaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;siguro hindi pa nila nahahanap ang 'soulmate' nila, yung kaibigan na hindi hahayaan yung mga maling gawain mo, sila pa nga yung unang taong magpapabago sayo, yung kaibigan na sa lahat ng panahon palaging nandyan para sa iyo at higit sa lahat yung isang kaibigan na tumutulong, nang-uunawa,nagtitiwala at nagmamahal ng walang hinihintay na kapalit, at kung ang kaibigan mo ngayon ay may mga ganyang katangian... aba...!! nakita mo na nga ang soulmate mo!&lt;br /&gt;    tingin-tingin muna tayo sa paligid natin dahil baka yung 'soulmate' natin e, nandyan na, hindi yung para sa pag-ibig ha, syempre mas importante pa rin yung sa pagkakaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt; MILLAY &lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109723027490059351?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109723027490059351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109723027490059351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109723027490059351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109723027490059351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/10/soulmate.html' title='SOULMATE'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109676775382999903</id><published>2004-10-04T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T09:42:33.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AS A STUDENT!!!</title><content type='html'>7:16 PM 7/26/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a typical student... 5 times a week I go to school... (that is if I feel like it!). With a life like that you would experience a lot of pressure, stress, and hardships... may it be with your classmates, your teachers, your surroundings or with your own self...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty odd as they say, You would often see me.. there at the covered walk... laughing my heart out with my friends who are like me... a bit... different...(huh.. not really...) But then once inside the four corners of the classr00m will become instantly focused, attentive as if I'm a total nerd from outerspace... (that is... again.. if I feel like it!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I could pass as one of the clowns during a childrens party.. with all my zany attitudes... pretty weird huh? from a quiet type to the loudest type you could imagine.. (well... just don't extend your imagination too much...). That's me... sometimes loud, sometimes quiet... it all depends upon the weather actually! (kidding!) Seriously, there are times when I just want to air my side out... but then again there are times when I wish I am dumb... I know you understand what I mean.. Even if I don't explain it much..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always happy, funny.... pr0bably if you ask my friends to describe me... that's the word they are going to say to you. But what really is behind the happy, funny mask that is in me... even if... I'm not really. I grew up in a family that likes to have fun and never let a day go by without a family dinner for you to tell what happened to your day. Yah, we are a normal, typical family. But still I grew up not exactly knowing myself... maybe it's the fact that I like to keep things the way they are. I don't like change... really... even if it's the only constant thing here in this world. I'm often in denial of the different things that happens around me... More often than not I like to keep things as a secret... secret to myself... that's why everytime we have this dinner... My stories are all safe... nothing unusual... just the same old story I use to tell them. Not that I'm lying to them or something... I guess it's just me... It's the fact that I don't like change too much that I like to keep things as it is... as simple... that same old routine everyday... I don't like complicated things... that could end up in messy turn arounds. I want to be stable... just like what my star sign always say about my personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then as I grew... I realized I cannot control all the things that are happening around and inside me... I cannot tell to them to remain the same.. to stay just like before... Not for an hour, not for a minute, not even for a second. Slowly I become frustrated, I become to blend and mix with the different things that are happening... I start to be always hoping that all will remain the same. But I'm wrong...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changes.. slowly took place.. at first i denied it.. then... grew... frightened with it... then starts to get angry with it... Until I decided to hate this "CHANGE". &lt;br /&gt;then i began to get tired.. tired of always... controling what I want things to be... tired of being to perfect... tired of trying to be perfect.. tired of always thinking "what if's", tired of always drawing back, and tired of being tired with all of these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day... I decided to let it be... decided to let go... of all the things that is bothering me for about a hundred years. Then I see a new perspective... a new chance... I experience... with a bit of irony.. CHANGE. I realized "change" is not that bad... you just have to let it be... It will help you grow as a person, as a real person. As long as you don't accept "change" and all its consequences you will not be able to see what life is all about.. and life is all about change... without it... there'll be no challenges... without challenges there'll be no hardship and without hardship there'll be no strength to face life. And that is what I learn about my experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit guilty to tell you frankly, the way I treated change before... how I become harsh and try to make change go away... but then I guess change is just too kind not to let me escape.. because change knows what's best for me... Change wants to bring out the best in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess, change is my bestfriend... change always makes me see what I did wrong and what accomplishments I achieved. Then I realize these changes came from God... and now i know all these time it's God I'm denying to come into my life. But now it's different... pretty much... But still I wish I realize it early... but then... there's still time to cope up with change... more time to tell to myself that change is not far behind.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MILLAY&gt;&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109676775382999903?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109676775382999903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109676775382999903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109676775382999903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109676775382999903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/10/as-student.html' title='AS A STUDENT!!!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109676733139985122</id><published>2004-10-04T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T09:35:31.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*PAG_IBIG NGA NAMAN...*</title><content type='html'>6:31 PM 7/26/2004  *PAG_IBIG NGA NAMAN...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about... love??? ano nga bang mer0n sa word na ito at lahat na lng ng ta0 na makarinig nit0 e affected syempre naman... isa na ko dun... per0 bkit nga?? sigur0 it's something facinating?? it's something na hindi mo mapipigilan ang sarili mo na maging affected no matter how hard you try not to be... kc nga somehow... somewhere.. khit 1minute mo lng na-feel un... e lhat ng ta0 ay na-inlove na...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pano mo nga ba masasabi na in-l0ve ka na?...?? kpag tip0ng.. you can't let the day pass kpag hindi mo siya nakikita 0r nkkausap man lng... ako....??? kakaiba... hindi ko alam kung nararanasan din 't0 ng iba... per0 paki k0 ba??? basta ganit0 ak0 e... ako...??? kapag tip0ng ang srap-srap ng kain mo... tapos bigla mo syang maaalala... naku... kpag nawalan ak0 ng gana... at nagsimulang sumirko-sirko ang large at small intestine ko... aba.... ibang usapan nat0'... P0SITIVE&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;::: tinamaan na k0 ni KUPIDO.... tsk..tsk..tsk.. per0... syempre... palpak parati... plagi na lng wala sa timing... yung tipong... hindi pwede kc friend mo... hindi pwede kc hindi ka nya kakilala... hindi pwede kc... kc... wala lng... hindi pwede e... asar n0h...!!! ang tagal-tagal mo ng nagdadasal per0 ni last sentence mo yta sa dasal mo e... dinedma lng ni Lord... sigur0 may dahilan... cgur0 kc... masyad0 pa k0ng bata... immature pa... cgur0 kc... inubusan ko ng keyk ung kapatid kong cute...?? cgur0 kc... hindi pa k0 handa... hindi pa siya handa... sinu nga ba siya???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIYA??? ang tanong na plaging bumabagabag sa isip ng mga babaeng tulad ko.... sin0 nga ba 't0ng ta0 na nakalaan pra say0' sin0 ba yun?? bka naman katabi mo na?? bka.. nandyan lng sa tabi-tabi... hindi mo lng mkita... hindi mo napansin kc ano??? sa iba ka nakatingin?? at iba ang hinahanap m0??? ako... ako sigur0 gan0n... plagi na lng... per0 feeling k0 talaga madalas... sila ang hindi ak0 nkikita... sila ang hindi nakakapansin sakin' bakit?? plagi lng naman ak0 nandyan... pkalat-kalat nghihintay na bka... naglalakad lng din sa kawalan ang ta0ng para sa akin... bka nalilit0 rin siya... katulad ko...&lt;br /&gt;ngayon??? anu bang mer0n...?? exams... tests... quiz... halos... wla ka ng time mag-isip sa love-love na yan... per0 wala e... ganun tlaga... tatamaan ka ng hindi mo alam... magugulat ka na lng... mga kilos at galaw nya... aba!!! memorize mo na... pati hairstyle... kabisad0 na... kulang na lng... pti class schedule nya.. immemorize mo narin'... Stig' sigur0 ganun lng talaga... sabik... mga ta0ng sabik... na khit sigur0 maglulupasay at lumuha ng dug0 e... hindi papansinin... alangan namang... kidnapin mo sya at sabihin mong... dit0 ka lng.. akin ka na...!!! kung pwede lng sana... naku... madami na kong na-biktima... per0 syempre... OBVIOUS BA???? hindi pwede noh!!! kaya et0 nagtiyatiyaga na lng sa mga pantasyang... straight out of the movie pa yata ni shakespeare... hehe... ang corny k0 na...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam ko dadating din ang panah0n na makikita ko na lng ang lalaking kabiyak na kahati ng pus0 k0.... nandyan lng yun... parating na... sense ko e... magkakasalubong na lng kmi.. parehong nghahanap dun sa kapares ng pus0 na iniwan sa kanya ng Diy0s... tapos... kami pla un... o diba'... Bukas kaya mangyayari na un'.... I doubt... dahil ngay0n plang... naririnig ko na ung mga angels... na nagsasabing hindi pa raw time... ngsasabing nagkasala nanaman daw ako kay God... dahil sa pag-ubos ko ng porkchop na dapat e sa kapatid ko....! Sus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*MILLAY: Kasalukuyang nginunguya ang porkchop....! (",)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109676733139985122?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109676733139985122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109676733139985122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109676733139985122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109676733139985122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/10/pagibig-nga-naman.html' title='*PAG_IBIG NGA NAMAN...*'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109662988990884505</id><published>2004-10-01T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T09:32:25.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MOVE-ON!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#3366ff;"&gt;"ACCEPT DEFEAT". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tanggapin ang pagkatal0, isang bagay na hindi lahat ng ta0 e, kayang tanggapin it0.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;pagkatal0, maraming bagay na pwdeng pagmulan nyan, mula sa pagkatal0 m0 sa isang c0ntest hanggang sa pagkakatal0 m0 sa pagsub0k ng buhay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;per0 paan0 m0 nga ba haharapin ang pagkatal0, pagkatal0 sa ta0ng mahal m0??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sigur0 naman naranasan mo ng magmahal db? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;magmahal ng bu0ng pus0, magmahal ng walang kapalit at naranasan mo na rin ang talikuran at tanggihan ng ta0ng mahal m0!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sa una, matutulala ka talaga per0 pag nagtagal magigising ka rin at ma-rerealize m0 ang mapait na kat0t0hanan! TAL0 KA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TAL0 Ka!! as in game over! masakit, 00, hindi ka makakain ng ilang araw n0h! per0 isipin m0 naman, kapag namatay ka sa hindi m0 pagkain, mamahalin ka ba niya? hindi! and s0 bakit ka pa t0d0-effort sa pag-iinarte???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;kung hindi ka niya pinansin 0r binalewala ka lang niya 0r sa mas masaklap na paraan e, hindi m0 talaga pinaalam sa kanya... aba e... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sigur0...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;"y0u're n0t meant t0 be". at f0r life m0 na lang ikaw magiging isang "cameleon", yung hay0p na nagbabag0 ng kulay para hindi mahuli ng kalaban niya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;parang ikaw, pinipilit m0ng m0ng magbag0 ng feelings para hindi naman masyad0ng halata na mahal m0 ang isang ta0. Tipong nakikisabay ka pang manuks0 sa kanya sa iba per0 sa t0t00 lang, wish mo na sana ikaw na lang ang tinutuks0 sa kanya. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tipong pag nandyan siya deadma ka lang per0 kapag wala na siya hinahanap-hanap mo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;masarap ang magmahal per0 sa bawat sarap may pait din at iyan ang mahirap tanggapin sa lahat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;at sa kamalas-malasan, kung katulad kita, tay0 yung tip0 ng ta0 na madalas nakararanas ng pait kaysa saya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;tsk...tsk... ang malas natin! maghihintay pa tay0 ng matagal dun sa m0ment wherein tay0 naman ang masaya. Naku! sana naman hindi f0rever yun n0h!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;sigur0 nga, ganit0 na lang... maging masaya ka and thankful na aba! MARUN0NG PALA AK0NG MAGMAHAL!!!!.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Alth0ugh nabig0 ka and "it hurTS!", atleast y0u've given y0ur all f0r that pers0n. hindi ka man niya pinansin, basta alam m0 na nagmahal ka ay0s na yun. sabi nga nila:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"it is better t0 have l0ved and l0st, than never t0 have loved at all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;naks, kinuha k0 pa yan sa baul ng lolo k0 ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;anyway, hintay ka lang as in WAIT! dahil dadating din ang right pers0n f0r y0u in the right time and in the right place... in short basta lahat ng RIGHT ok!!??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;ngay0n, sige tingin-tingin ka muna at sige papayagan kitang pagnasahan ang ibang ta0 dyan habang hindi m0 pa nkikita si Mr./Ms. Right, and everytime na mabig0 ka... always remember this: ACCEPT DEFEAT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109662988990884505?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109662988990884505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109662988990884505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109662988990884505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109662988990884505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/10/move-on.html' title='MOVE-ON!!!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109662879374647953</id><published>2004-10-01T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T19:06:33.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BUHAY NGA NAMAN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BUhay. &lt;/strong&gt;an0 ang pumapas0k sa isip ng isang ta0ng tulad k0, tuwing naririnig k0 ang mga salitang yan...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marami e..., unang-una na dyan, &lt;strong&gt;Tak0T, &lt;/strong&gt;takot sa lahat ng mga pagsub0k na pwedeng harapin,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos &lt;strong&gt;SaYA, &lt;/strong&gt;saya sa tuwing nalalampasan k0 ang lahat ng tak0t na pwede k0ng harapin, saya sa tuwing nakakasama k0 ang mga taong importante sa akin, saya sa tuwing nakikita k0 silang masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE, &lt;/strong&gt;ayan mawawala ba naman ang w0rd na yan tuwing babanggitin ang salitang buhay...??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang buahy 0 life sa mga s0syal dyan e walang kwenta kung walang l0ve, at kung ikaw, oo, ikaw na bumabasa nit0 ngay0n e, hindi pa nakakadama nyan... pwes... sure ka bang ta0 ka??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe.. joke lang..., matagal k0 ng sinasabi t0', at sasabihin k0 ulit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"LAHAT NG TA0, KAHIT ONE MINUTE LANG E, NA-INLOVE na... 00, KAHIT IKAW..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per0 tulad ng buhay, ang l0ve e, masakit din... sabi nga nila... &lt;em&gt;"it HUrts!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulad ngay0n, masaya ka dahil masaya nag ta0ng mahal m0, per0 the m0ment na malaman m0ng masaya siya hindi dahil sa iy0, 0uch! malungk0t nanaman ang drama ng l0la m0! per0 hindi m0 ba naiisip na dapat nga maging masaya ka pa dahil masaya siya, yun nga lang hindi say0!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per0 an0 naman ang gust0 m0?? hindi m0 nga siya makikitang kasama ng iba... per0 magiging masaya ka ba? magiging masaya ka bang hindi m0 siya nakikitang masaya??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanggapin na lang kasi ang kat0t0hanan na mahirap ang nasa ganit0ng sitwasy0n... gust0 m0 mang makasama ka niya hindi pwede , may nagpapasaya na kasi sa kanya, gust0 m0 mang damayan siya at sabihing ok lang ang lahat, hindi m0 pa rin magawa kasi may iba ng gumawa n00n para sa kanya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oo, masakit baka nga naiiyak ka na ngay0n e..., per0 may karapatan ka ba??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala!!, paan0 ka ba naman magkakar00n ng karapatan sa isang ta0 e wala ka namang tungkulin sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kulit ng buhay n0h! hindi m0 talaga makuha... ang mga bagay na gust0 m0... lahat ng napupunta sa y0' yung ayaw m0....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e kung.. ayawan kaya kita mapunta ka na kaya sakin??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;per0 kaya k0 ba naman y0n?!, hindi kita matiis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tulad ngay0n... dumadaan ka nanaman na mukhang masaya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syempre masaya na rin ak0, kahit na alam k0ng hindi naman para sakin yang mag ngiting yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hay, buhay, sa sandaling suk0 nak0, tsaka ka naman nabubuhayan ng l00b.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BUHAY, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;yan ang meaning nyan para sakin...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BY: MILLAY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sept 20, 04&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109662879374647953?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109662879374647953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109662879374647953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109662879374647953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109662879374647953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/10/buhay-nga-naman.html' title='BUHAY NGA NAMAN!!!!'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109662564995191436</id><published>2004-10-01T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T18:14:09.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i went h0me...</title><content type='html'>i went h0me fr0m sch00l...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of a headache..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah.. maybe partly was because of my headache...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i kn0w... that s0mewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have my pr0bs. there at sch00l...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just have t0 went back h0me t0 f0rget it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can s0meb0dy help me???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109662564995191436?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109662564995191436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109662564995191436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109662564995191436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109662564995191436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-went-h0me.html' title='i went h0me...'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109655423154227204</id><published>2004-10-01T13:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T22:23:51.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt;I never expect myself t0 sign up here and create a blog...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt;but then, i think im just "wishing for a happy ending" and here i come..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&gt;&gt;its my first ever p0st... and its already nearing midnight.. i still have classes t0morr0w...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109655423154227204?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109655423154227204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109655423154227204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109655423154227204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109655423154227204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/09/i-never-expect-myself-t0-sign-up-here.html' title=''/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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-8537169.post-109676871495948043</id><published>2004-10-01T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T09:58:34.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pain 0f l0ving....</title><content type='html'>7:55 PM  8/13/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Bkit kaya ganun? may mga bagay ka na gustong mangyari per0 alam mo na sa panaginip lang naman ito pwedeng magananp... sigur0 nga ang ta0 ay ginawa para mangarap... para maghangad... at sa bandang huli.. ayun... tal0 ka... dahil hindi mo naman makukuha ung mga bagay na gusto mo... maaaring hindi pa panahon... maaaring hindi ito para sa iy0..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Paggising ko isang umaga.. desidido na ko... oo, mahal ko na siya... kaya pagpas0k ko sa eskwela natutuwa akong makita ang kanyang mukha. Sa bawat pagkakata0ng mapagbibigyan akong makita siya para na akong lumilipad sa ulap... para na kong nanalo sa lott0... ang saya-saya ko... walang hanggang kasiyahan ang nadarama ko... pinapangarap ko palagi ang mga sandali na magkakasama rin kami at magiging masaya... ang sarap isiping ang isang tao na ito na hindi mo naman kakilala ay makapagbibigay sa iy0 ng kasiyahan at paglalaanan mo ng tunay na pagmamahal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sobrang kasiyahan ko, nakalimutan kong hindi pala niya alam ang mga bagay na nadarama ko... "Bakit nga ba kailangan pa niyang malaman e, alam ko namang hindi niya sa akin maibibigay ang atensyon na ibinibigay ko sa kanya." Iyan ang palagi kong sinasabi sa sarili tuwing papas0k sa isip ko ang mga sandaling labis kong ikinatuwa ang pagkakakita ko sa kanya per0 alam k0 namang wala lang ako sa kanya... sigur0 kilala naman niya ako... isang kakilala... alam ang pangalan ko, apelyido maaaring pati ang ugali ko per0- hanggang d00n na lang yun... wala na siyang ibang alam, kung mer0n pa... hindi ko na it0 balak pang malaman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigur0 nga dumarating sa buhay ng tao ang pag-ibig... pag-ibig na minsan e sa maling panahon dumarating... per0 kung sa maling ta0 rin ako umibig? iyan ang hindi k0 na kayang sagutin. basta kapag nalaman mong nagmamahal ka na... wala ng mali.. wala na ring tama.&lt;br /&gt;Pilit ko mang sabihin sa sarili ko ang mga bagay na ito... hindi pa rin maalis sa isip ko na hindi ko it0 maaaring maramdaman... kailangan kong paglabanan ang mga sandaling nais ko siyang yakapin at sabihing "sa akin ka lang", sa halip kailangan kong pigilan ang sarili sa paggawa ng bagay na alam kong maaari niyang ikabigla.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sabi nga nila walang mali at walang tama... per0 alam k0ng sa parehong pagkakata0n tama ang pag-ibig ko sa kanya per0 mali ang ibigin ko siya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa na sigur0 sa dahilan ang pagkakar00n namin ng magkaibang paniniwala at pri0ridad sa buhay. Marami pa ak0ng dapat ayusin sa buhay ko... at alam ko kahit hindi niya sabihin ganun din siya. Mga nakalipas na dapat burahin, mga kasalukuyang dapat harapin at ang bukas na dapat hintayin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung mahal niya ak0 o hindi, wala na rin akong balak malaman... ay0kong maging mayabang at sabihing "oo", per0 ay0k0 rin namang magmukhang kawawa at sabihing "hindi". Sigur0 kahit kaunti nakaapekt0 rin naman ak0 sa buhay niya... kahit hindi niya malaman ay0s lang sa akin yun... Kahit na para sa kanya isa lng akong parte ng buhay niya, per0 sa t0t0o lng para sa akin-- siya ang buhay... buhay na alam kong matagal na panahon k0 pang mamahalin... buhay na pinagpapasalamat k0 at nakilala k0...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Per0 nang mga oras na handa na ak0ng sabihin sa mundo na ang ta0ng minahal k0 ng sandali per0 mahalagang panah0n... e handa k0 ng kalimutan... nakita nanaman kitang naglalakad sa di kalayuan at masaya... Biglang parang may kuryente nanaman ak0ng naramdaman... at alam ko na ang ibig sabihin n00n... hindi pa ngay0n at hindi k0 pa kaya ang kalimutan kita... Pilit ko mang sabihin sa sarili na huwag ka ng alalahanin, mahirap talagang kalimutan ang mga sandaling panah0n na nahanap k0 ang isang ta0 na matagal k0 ng hinahanap...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya lang... pwede ba namang happy ending ang kalabasan nit0? sigur0 pwede kaya lang hindi ko naman it0 pinayagang mangyari... duwag? sigur0 nga... duwag akong ipaglaban ang isang ta0ng alam kong hindi naman ak0 kayang ipaglaban dahil sa mga bagay na alam akong mas mahalaga pa sa akin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung hindi nga kami para sa isa't-isa... sigur0 may nararapat talaga para sa akin... per0 sa mga panah0n ngay0n... hayaan ny0 muna ak0ng mangarap sa isang happy ending... happy ending na alam kong sa panaginip lang pwedeng magkat0t0o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila habang may buhay may pag-asa, per0 ak0? hindi naniniwala sa ganyan... sapat na sa akin ang kaunting panahong saya na naidulot niya sa buhay ko... kahit para sa kanya wala lng yun... para sa akin napakalaking bagay na n00n... Makita ko lang siyang masaya... kahit na hindi ak0 ang dahilan, masaya na rin ak0... bakit naman magiging hindi kung ang ta0ng pinipilit mong pasayahin e... sa ibang bagay naman liligaya...? sapat na sa akin ang malamang kahit na hindi ak0 maging parte ng buhay niyang pinipilit k0ng pasukin, para sa akin siya naman ang bida sa bawat pelikula at kwentong ginagawa ng pus0 ko... At ang malamang nandyan lang siya abot-tanaw ay0s na sakin yun na sa panahong kailangan k0 ng pampalakas ng lo0b titignan k0 lang siya, kahit na hindi na niya malaman... ay0s lang... ikinatutuwa ko na yun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigur0 paggising k0 ulit isang umaga masasabi k0 na ng sigurad0... hindi k0 na siya mahal...! per0 sa ngay0n malabo pang magising ak0 isang araw para gawin ang bagay na it0...&lt;br /&gt;magiging matagal pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---kung gaan0 katagal... walang may alam... kahit ak0 hindi k0 alam... pus0 k0 lang ang may alam kung kailan siya susuk0 sa kakaasa... kung kailan siya bibigay sa sakit na nararamdaman niya... siya lang rin sigur0 ang may alam sa susun0d na ta0ng paglalaanan k0 ng pag-ibig... kung gaan0 katindi? pus0 ko pa rin ang makakapaghusga niyan... basta ang isang taong tulad k0... e magmamahal lang ng bu0ng pus0... kahit walang kapalit... kahit walang kabayaran..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; "Hindi natuturuan ang pus0ng magmahal... dahil kung natuturuan it0, malamang para ka na ngayong r0b0t... bat0, matigas, at higit sa lahat walang pakiramdam."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;MILLAY&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8537169-109676871495948043?l=camillay.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/feeds/109676871495948043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8537169&amp;postID=109676871495948043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109676871495948043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8537169/posts/default/109676871495948043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://camillay.blogspot.com/2004/09/pain-0f-l0ving.html' title='the pain 0f l0ving....'/><author><name>miLLay</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09662200646407736749</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>
