<?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-9485638</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:47:26.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buhay Talaan ni Felipe - 2</title><subtitle type='html'>Mamaalam, tala kong may ngiti, saglit lamang, may huling habilin, sa gitna ng yong paglalakbay, sa dako mong ihihimlay dalhin ang payapa't pangakong wagas. Patawad.  May lunas pa araw nananamlay mong diwa s'yang may gamay ng malay mong tilang hiram. Itong minamataa, daang tinitimbang, dala, tang kong alay.  Mamaalam sa mundong kay lupit, sadya kayang nilihis sa pait. Sa gitna ng yong paghihimlay, manlako kang maghihintay. Dalhin sa paaglitis. Taglay ng tamis. Paalam. ["Alay," Aia de Leon]</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112114313778587466</id><published>2005-07-13T07:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T18:10:11.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>akchwalee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/0534ede3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;a href="http://www.makilingstreet.blogspot.com/"&gt;nandito&lt;/a&gt; na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* click! click! click!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112114313778587466?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112114313778587466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112114313778587466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/akchwalee.html' title='akchwalee...'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112084191094742898</id><published>2005-07-09T00:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T11:34:58.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagsawa lang.</title><content type='html'>signing off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://is.dal.ca/~jughead/graphics/dead-end.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112084191094742898?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112084191094742898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112084191094742898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/nagsawa-lang.html' title='Nagsawa lang.'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112082823354793045</id><published>2005-07-08T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T21:10:33.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>:-/</title><content type='html'>This is frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have 2 friends who I consider as barkada ang I can't seem to jive up our scheds for a simple tambay time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one of them said, "Magmarried-status ba kasi ng sabay-sabay!!! "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112082823354793045?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112082823354793045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112082823354793045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=':-/'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112067009783203060</id><published>2005-07-07T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T01:27:09.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia sa Makiling street</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.uab.edu/images/imedpub/insomnia.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang lumalangoy sa kadiliman ng silid&lt;br /&gt;Habang natutulala sa liwanag ng buwan&lt;br /&gt;Habang napapasilip sa mundong binabantayan ng bintana&lt;br /&gt;Habang natutulog ang kamunduhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang hinihintay ng aso ang pagsalubong sa araw&lt;br /&gt;Habang namamasyal sa kalsada ang mga kaluluwa&lt;br /&gt;Habang umiipon ang hamog sa ibabaw ng mga kotche&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalaro ang mga gamu-gamo sa mga bukas na lampara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naghahalinhinan ang mga hilik&lt;br /&gt;Habang ginagambala ng lamok ang aking tenga&lt;br /&gt;Habang nagpaparami ang mga pusang kalye&lt;br /&gt;Habang kumakanta ang mga palaka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang magdamag ang makina ng bentelador&lt;br /&gt;Habang nagbabanta ng ulan ang langit&lt;br /&gt;Habang pinipilit ng mga isdang pumikit.&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglalaban ang lamig at init.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang umiihip ng malamig na hangin&lt;br /&gt;Habang may kapit bahay na napapabahing&lt;br /&gt;Habang rumoronda ang mga gwardya&lt;br /&gt;Habang umuunat ang mga dingding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako ay nakahiga dito sa dilim, &lt;br /&gt;Sa buong gabi, nakadilat ang mga mata.&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa kwento ng katahimikan.&lt;br /&gt;Salamat sa kwento ng insomnia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112067009783203060?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112067009783203060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112067009783203060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/insomnia-sa-makiling-street.html' title='Insomnia sa Makiling street'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112062588806905396</id><published>2005-07-06T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:00:13.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Daga</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.steves-digicams.com/pictures/s50_trackball.jpg" width=181 align=left hspace=3&gt;I have been a trackball user for about 5 years. I find it more convenient to use than a mouse. For one, I don't need so much "tracking space" as much as the mouse. I wouldn't even have a use for a mouse pad! And I am more comfortable controlling my fingers than my hand. Therefore, the trackball is the best PC pointing device for me. My only eternal problem with it though is that it gets oily over time. And since my fingers touch the ball itself, the internal parts get dirty too, even if you clean the ball almost everyday. Then it would come to a point that it's almost out of control. THEN I would have to buy a new trackball. I'm just so tired of it already. I'm giving up on the trackball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sorry Trackie baby. You have been helpful. REALLY. But you're&lt;br /&gt;not as good as you were when I first met you. It's time to end it.&lt;br /&gt;Your ball has been nice. But it's so HARD... so&lt;br /&gt;hard to use it na, eh. Icky! Humanap ka na lang ng iba dahil&lt;br /&gt;may kapalit ka na. Si Logitech Optical Mouse! He's so cute... so&lt;br /&gt;small... * giggle, giggle, giggle * ...and so portable!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just installed my lappie's USB optical mouse. I have yet to buy the PS/2 type. And even though I have a very small work space, I could get accustomed to using a mouse... again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112062588806905396?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112062588806905396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112062588806905396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/daga.html' title='Daga'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112061601636411995</id><published>2005-07-06T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T10:15:56.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy Computer</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://www.kuab.net/computer.jpg" width="185" align="left" /&gt;I got my Mom a computer early this year because she &lt;em&gt;expressed&lt;/em&gt; interest in learning it. All of my Titas have been emailing each other except for my Mom because she has no inkling as to what a computer can do these days apart from printing documents. I told her I could teach her how to at least use the e-mail. Pumayag naman. Tho, I think she had too much wine the night I asked her that. So, I bought her a nice P4 3Ghz PC with WiFi connection. Over 6 months later, WALA. She refuses to learn computing. Natakot yata sa typing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ngayon, the &lt;em&gt;Mommy Computer&lt;/em&gt; is being used mostly by my nephews whenever they come over for their weekend visits. I also use it for my iPod since it has 120 Gigs of hard drive capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, as I was &lt;em&gt;cleaning up&lt;/em&gt; IE's temp folder, I discovered a lot... and I mean A LOT of porn pics and links. It couldn't have been me. I wouldn't dare go to porn sites using my Mom's computer. The computer is placed in the living room and going to such sites would be like me taking a shower with a girl... TOTALLY UNIMAGINABLE. My elder nephews have been burning CDs lately using the Mommy Computer's CD burner. I never bothered to ask them what they have been burning. I didn't want to be an &lt;em&gt;uzi&lt;/em&gt; uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya pala sinasara nila yung pinto kapag nasa kwarto sila. Kaya pala hindi maka-labas ng kwarto once na pumasok sila sa loob. Kaya pala nagtatawanan sila kapag ginagamit nila ang computer na 'to. Porn, porn, porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako naman ang tatawa. Buwah hwuah huwah huwah...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112061601636411995?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112061601636411995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112061601636411995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/mommy-computer.html' title='Mommy Computer'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112054160598215664</id><published>2005-07-05T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T13:33:25.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://www.i-esfera.com/fotos/rain.jpg" width="187" align="left" border="0" /&gt;It's another rainy day.  The world outside looks sad. Wala lang. That's just how I feel about today's rain.  Sad. Whenever it rains, i would feel either &lt;em&gt;sad&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;nostalgic&lt;/em&gt;. I don't know exactly why i'd feel sad on a rainy day, but i know why i'd feel nostalgic about it. Memories of my childhood days. And even college days. Mangyari kase, back in the days when I was starting with the basics of algebra and Philippine history, during the months of June, July and August, it would rain almost everyday. At madalas din cancelled ang classes, the only chance i get to see Batibot and Sesame street on TV in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My college car took a lot of beating from driving through rough roads (walang katapusang pot holes), traffic and (almost) tire-high floods. I was blessed na never ako natirikan ng makina. I wouldn't know what to do if that ever happened to me. Uhm... Kahit ngayon, di ko pa rin alam ang gagawin ko kung mangyari sa akin yun and I'd slap myself for buying an automatic car whenever I'm reminded about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain gives an opportunity for some to make porma. They just have to hope that it will stay cold for the rest of the day. I suddenly remember a Sprite commercial with the similar situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Yo... pahingi ng... Sprite..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At biglang hinimatay si pogi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm wearing my favorite brown bootleg jeans, my most-favored-but-not-exactly-the-favorite red collared shirt and a sports sweater. And just like any porma that prioritizes &lt;em&gt;porma&lt;/em&gt;, it's quite useless under the rain. My pants are soaking wet, my sweater doesn't give much protection (ang tanga ko talaga, di pa ako nag-jacket) and i desperately need my running shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During this season, i'm also expecting something that is in every computer freak's nightmares. &lt;strong&gt;Blackouts&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been too attached with my computer, i would go insane without it. And I hope the jelly fish specie won't play hookie again with the power plants coz things will only get NASTY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112054160598215664?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112054160598215664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112054160598215664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112047148033550465</id><published>2005-07-04T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T18:35:15.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=7beaf41cecfe3e72a74d61b9ddec4091" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;When I was a kid, I had this asinine notion that I was a child of an alien since nobody could explain who my real parents are. And up to a certain extent, I believed that I had super natural powers. Particularly, the power to influence things or persons just by believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in 5th grade, a classmate called Cortez insulted me over not giving to the mission collection by telling the whole class that my family has gone poor. I cried for a while and then I thought of revenge. I stared at him for the rest of the class period and seriously thought of the word "pain." At dismissal, he fell down the staircase and broke his arm. I smirked as I passed by him, very much pleased to see that he was in pain. In 6th grade, another classmate code named &lt;em&gt;Ipis&lt;/em&gt; played a prank on me by placing bubble gum on my seat while in the laboratory. We were doing some chemical experiment and the flames from the burners were dancing in front of me. I imagined the flames spinning around his body. A few weeks later, he showed up in  school bald. He was playing with firecrackers and his hair caught fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a dozen white dogs and I was the only one who could fully control them. I only spoke to them in my mind and strangely enough it seemed that they could understand what I was thinking. At night, when something on the street makes them bark, I would rise up, go to the front door and tap on the wall once to call their attention. While all of them are looking at me, I would gesture the silence sign with my lips and finger, believing that they would not make any more noise, and they would all return to the back of the house and never make another sound for the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not telling about how evil or how bizarre I was when I was a kid. I'm telling about believing in something. Faith. I didn't have super natural powers as a kid. I just had this faith on favorable &lt;em&gt;possible&lt;/em&gt; outcome of things. And when they happen, I get delighted. The more I get &lt;em&gt;powerful&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could do the same for the country. Faith in our advancement. But for that to happen, there should also be the &lt;em&gt;possibility&lt;/em&gt; for it to happen. How can you see that leeway if our leaders prefer playing in the political playground? If the bureaucrats' main concern is to grab power? If the ill-advised citizens favor the population's demons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you see what I see, give me a hug.  I need it now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone needs it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112047148033550465?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112047148033550465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112047148033550465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112045271368389673</id><published>2005-07-04T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T12:58:24.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Overdrive</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://www.seyyahamca.com/eski_seyyahamca/seyyah/ulkeler/filipinler/manila/Jeepney-1.JPG" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Everytime I go out driving, what I see on the streets frustrates me. Squatters, garbage, j-walkers (on edsa and SLEX pa, ha?), lousy cops (police in the Philippines are as good as shit... Literally... Bad, stinky and cannot be trusted... pure evil), traffic, and etc. But what makes me go nuts even more are the crazy bus, taxi, jeepney and even tricycle and pedicab drivers. Why oh why do they have to be so annoyingly undisciplined? They make driving in the metro a stressful and oftentimes a risky activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a reflection, if the common Pinoys can't perform simple discipline to basic activities such as driving and maintaining cleanliness in a community, how can you rely on these same people to be part of the country's progress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sad thing is that they represent the majority of the Pinoys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned on the TV today. Watched the news. Rally dito, rally doon. Almost everyone has the same rantings, the same "demands." And I uphold the same question as before...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...AND THEN WHAT?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112045271368389673?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112045271368389673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112045271368389673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/overdrive.html' title='Overdrive'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112032474092675538</id><published>2005-07-03T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T07:27:42.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantastic</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://bohemienne.byus.net/pMachineFree/images/uploads/coffee-bean-7.gif" width="150" align="left" border="0" /&gt;10 minutes after my parents and Jet, my nephew, left for Tagaytay, I fell back on my bed and let myself be unconscious for the next 3 hours in the afternoon. I thought it was the antibiotics kicking in my system that's making me feel lazy and sleepy. But Mr. M says it's the effect of the PHENYLPROPANOLAMINE HCL CHLORPHENAMINE MALEATE PARACETAMOL (Decolgen Forte). Sorry about that. Talking to my boyfriend and our doctor friends has converted me from &lt;em&gt;dull&lt;/em&gt; to &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;. I got up at about 4pm and was in ATC 30 minutes later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. M and I watched &lt;em&gt;War of the Worlds&lt;/em&gt;. The story is so old and too out-of-this-world, the probability that it would ever happen will never go beyond the zero level. I can just imagine my Mom exclaiming "imposible naman yan!! That's too... FANTASTIC!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of those words that I've gotten used to hearing while growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FANTASTIC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Napanood ko ang James Bond sa TV (teebee) kanina... Naniniwala ka ba doon? It's... FANTASTIC. Imposible!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ayun. Fantastic ang War of the Worlds. Fastastic in a way that the definition would equate to a Kikay's definittion of... &lt;em&gt;HELLO&lt;/em&gt;??? (And a bading's &lt;em&gt;HELLER&lt;/em&gt;???).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great effects, though. And Justin Chatwin is so cute! FYI, hindi na siya teenager. 23 years old na siya. And the audience should start getting used to seeing Tom Cruise having a teen-aged kid on film. He's already THAT old. Dakota Fanning's a great female child actor. REALLY. But her character was just sooooooo IRRITATING. Kung ako yung tatay nun, pinakain ko na lang siya sa aliens. Sorry, I just hate brats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner at Recipes was BARFY. Enough said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN we hung out at The Coffee Bean. Mr. M was reviewing for next week's exams while I brisked at a "Twisted" book by Jessica Zafra (Can't remember which one. Naiwan ko sa kotche, eh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sarcasms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When normal people drink coffee, they get pepped up. When I drink coffee, I get sleepy. And combined with the power of antibiotics and/or colds medicine, I'm good as drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if you excuse me, I got a date with my bed. I have an appointment with the animal doc 8 hours from now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112032474092675538?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112032474092675538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112032474092675538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/fantastic.html' title='Fantastic'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112022578347200314</id><published>2005-07-01T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T21:49:43.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mishu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" hspace="3" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0378.jpg" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;I just finished listening to Bamboo's first album. Ngayon lang ako nagkaroon ng time at tyaga na makinig ng isang buong album. Aba, maganda naman pala! And their 2nd album has to be good as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung hindi... WELL.... Wala.  Yun na.  "WELL" lang.  Ehehe ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... What else have I been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken any pictures lately. Kase nga nagkasakit ako. And it has been WET in Alabang for 2 days now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Len emailed me 2 pics today. She's pregnant alright. Wow. Nanay na nanay na talaga. Glad to know that they're doing well at the other side of the globe. And Kei's taller now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Len.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi na ako galit sa pamangkin ko na mas matanda pa sa akin.  Putek.  Ang GWAPO!!! At ang tangkad.  Nabale yata ang leeg ko.   Haaaaay.  Pero feeling ko walang sabit 'to.  I mean, hindi siya San Francisco kembot boy.  Hindi ko siya smell, eh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatelsewhatelsewhatelse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/southies.jpg"&gt;Southies&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sigh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112022578347200314?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112022578347200314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112022578347200314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/mishu.html' title='Mishu!'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112020584916854618</id><published>2005-07-01T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T16:56:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bisita</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://www.spacejay.com/Evidence/Alien-Fotos/alien-33.jpg" width="150" align="left" border="0" /&gt;May bisita kami ngayon. O heto, connect the dots nanaman. (Ahem, ahem). Ang tatay ko may kapatid na babae, si Tita Melba. Eldest yun sa kanilang magkakapatid. She's about 90 years old and living in the US of A. Ngayon, si Tita Melba may apat na anak, ang eldest nila ay babae and they call her... uhm... sheht, I forgot her name. I never met her kase. Basta, yun. And this eldest daughter has 3 kids yata. And the youngest son is in our house right now and he will be staying here until he goes back to the states. Semi-business trip niya yata ito. He's 30 years old. So, kumbaga, pamangkin ko ito. And he's older than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intro lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's resting in the guest room right now. Hindi ko pa siya nakikita pero kumukulo na ang dugo ko sa kanya. Pumasok ako sa kwarto ko na bukas ang lahat ng ilaw ko, bukas ang aircon ko, bukas ang computer ko at pati DSL modem ko, bukas din. Aba, aba, ABA! Hindi yata tama 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmmm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milagrong hindi pa niya &lt;em&gt;hiniram&lt;/em&gt; yung iPod ko na katabi lang ng computer ko. Tsss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lahat yata ng kamag anak ng tatay ko inaaway ko. Kase naman, eh! Ang kukupal! Grrrrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, gagayahin ko si Polgas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts, happy thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahirapan ba kayong maghanap ng gas station ngayong araw na may gas? My gulay. Naka 4 na gas station ko bago ako nakapag lagay ng gas sa kotche ko. Mangyari, starting July 1 may dagdag na VAT na ang gasoline. Ngayon yun, di ba? Kumbaga, nag-panic buying ng gas ang mga tao kahapon bago sila maabutan ng dagdag na presyo ng gas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siyempre, nakakunot nanaman ang nuo ko. May VAT ang gasolina??? Putangina. Katarantaduhan na ito. Expect everything else to raise up their prices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At bago nanaman ang hair cut ko! Ang sarap. Ang lamig! In case hindi ko pa nasasabi dito, 3 times a month ako nagpapagupit ng buhok. Every 10th, 20th and 30th. Ayoko kaseng nagmumukhang bunot ang buhok ko. At Semikal ang hair cut ko. Pumapangit kapag hindi pantay-patay ang haba ng buhok after 7 or 8 days. At kapag lumagpas ng 10 days, mahaba na talaga ang buhok ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of mahabang buhok, akala ng doctor ko kanina college student pa ako. Mukha daw kase akong bata. Kaya tinanong ako kung kailangan ko pa ng medical clearance para sa prof ko. AHAHA AHAHA. O di ba, kailangan ko nanamang magpagupit ng buhok bukas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buwah huwah huwah huwah...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kembot!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112020584916854618?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112020584916854618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112020584916854618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/bisita.html' title='Bisita'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112017558098152763</id><published>2005-07-01T07:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T07:53:00.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'>World's oldest person shares my birth day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://us.news3.yimg.com/us.i2.yimg.com/p/rids/20050629/i/ra3549209209.jpg?x=180&amp;y=246&amp;amp;sig=q8ovhuJWj0.cwLlP9H4DrA--" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AMSTERDAM (Reuters) - A Dutch woman who swears by a daily helping of herring for a healthy life celebrated her 115th birthday on Wednesday as the oldest living person on record. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hendrikje van Andel-Schipper, a former needlework teacher, was born in 1890, the year Sioux Indians were massacred by the U.S. military at the Battle of Wounded Knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passionate soccer fan celebrated her birthday in a nursing home in the northern Dutch town of Hoogeveen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She eats a piece of herring every day because it's good for the health," said Johan Beijering, director of the Westerkim nursing home. "She is still mentally full of vitality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daughter of a headmaster, Van Andel-Schipper was born in the town of Smilde in the northern Netherlands on June 29, 1890.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also known as Hennie, she married a tax inspector in the 1930s and was forced to sell her jewellery to buy food during the German occupation in World War Two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A scan of our archive reveals that Hennie is also older than the Guinness World Records holder for the oldest man living, which makes her the oldest person in the world," said Guinness World Records book editor Craig Glenday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's oldest living man on record, Emiliano Mercado Del Toro, lives in Puerto Rico. He was born on August 21, 1891.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The record for the longest life is held by 122-year-old French woman Jeanne-Louise Calment who died in 1997, according to Guinness World Records (www.guinnessworldrecords.com). &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112017558098152763?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112017558098152763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112017558098152763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/07/worlds-oldest-person-shares-my-birth.html' title='World&apos;s oldest person shares my birth day!'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112013798658016062</id><published>2005-06-30T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T21:26:26.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://phlog.net/user/felipe"&gt;&lt;img alt="check out my phlog!" hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=8793ae2dc9a6b5d536d42559c8105f8a" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ba't walang pumapansin sa mga litratong kuha ko. Magaganda naman sila, ah? (papansin, papansin!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wag na nga muna natin isipin ang tungkol sa kahunghangang nanyayari sa Philippine politics at baka di tumalab ang botox treatment mo sa sobrang pagkunot mo ng noo. Sabay-sabay na lang tayong magkamot ng ulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* scratch, scratch, scratch, scratch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... sa bahay lang ako buong araw at pilit na nagpapagaling.  Pero, hindi pa rin magaling.  Pero, in fairness kay Biogesic, magaan-gaan naman ang pakiramdam ko ngayon.  Wala pa ring effect sa akin ang Pei Pa Koa kaya balik Robitusin nanaman ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kakaiba ang amoy ng mga aso ko ngayon.  Wala silang amoy!  At dahil may sipon ako, pina-confirm ko muna sa nanay ko kung talagang wala nang amoy yung mga aso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akala ko inilibing mo na yung mga aso mo.  Di ko na sila naaamoy, ah!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, ang sweet ng nanay ko.  Anyway, so ayun.  May binili kase ako na isang liquid medicine, pampaalis daw ng doggie smell.  Ihahalo lang sa water nila at after 2 days dapat may effect na.  At may effect na nga!  Pucha, dapat lang.  800 pesos yung lintek na isang bote nun.  Nawalan tuloy ako ng budget pambili ng gas ng kotche ko.  Pero at least, nawalan din ng amoy ang mga aso ko.  Sana forever na ito! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko lang ha pero parang naging mas malandi ngayon yung pug ko.  Kung dati dinadaganan lang niya yung labrador ko kung nakahiga, ngayon naman dinidilaan na niya yung itlog ni Dexter.  At ba't naman papalag si Dexter eh ang sarap nun.  Ehehe ehehe.  Ang mga aso kong bading talaga.  They're so fabulous!  Kung naging tao ang mga yan, nagtayo na sila ng pansitan sa kanto ng Nakpil at Orosa sa Malate.  Talbog ang tindero ng fishballs.  Magiging friend pa nila si SPO1 Moya.  Intriga!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaay.  Nakaka-inip sa bahay.  Sira pa Playstation 2 ko.  Buysit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112013798658016062?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112013798658016062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112013798658016062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/takas.html' title='Takas'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112011210466771757</id><published>2005-06-30T13:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T14:15:04.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Village</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.needlepointbackbay.com/pages/canvases/all/images/M-52%20Village.jpg" width=50% border=0 align=left hspace=3&gt;What if we put up a small village, just for a selected few lang, and start living like as if it were the 19th century.  Wouldn't that be nice?  I mean, there would be no politics, no rage, no drugs, and  everything bad that the Philippine society has right now.  Of course there would be politics coz we would need people to lead the community.  But since it would be a small community, and not the whole country, it wouldn't be as horrible as the national government.  And the younger ones would be taught well.  We would get the best Doctors, the best teachers, the best farmers, the best in many fields.  And we would also have to do without radios and TVs if we were to pretend that it's the pre-American era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got this idea from the movie The Village.  Di ba parang ang inosente ng mga tao doon?  Sana may community na parang ganun pa rin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatakot na sa Pilipinas.  Napapapunta na sa wala ang pinagsikapan ni Ninoy at ng mga taong nagsakripisyo para ibalik ang demokrasya sa Pilipinas.  And GMA failed BIG TIME.  Na ginagatungan naman ng oposisyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is another issue behind the wire tapping issue.  There are certain things that the public don't need to know.  At kung malaman, tulad ng nanyayari ngayon, magkakaroon ng imbalance sa lipunan.  Salamat sa opposition, bumilis ang bagsak ng ekonomiya ngayon.  Tumataas ang halaga dollar, at lalong nahihirapan kaming mga negosyanteng ipagpatuloy pa ang mga operasyon ng mga negosyo.  Sabi nga ng isang kaibigan kong nasa import-export business, kailangan nilang maglay-off ng 50 na tao para lang makahabol sa gastos ng negosyo.  Kung patuloy pa rin ang katarantaduhang ginagawa ng oposisyon, baka magsara na lang sila at dagdag 100 tao ang mawawalan ng trabaho. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba ang oposisyon?  Ito ang mga power hungry politicians na gustong bawiin ang kapangyarihan nila na natamasa nila noong panahon ni Marcos.  Tignan mo ang mga taong nasa likod ni Erap.  Nasa likod ni FPJ.  Ito ang mga taong yumaman at naging makapangyarihan noong panahon ng Martial Law.  Ito ang mga taong naging hari sa lipunan.  Sabi nga ng nanay ko, ito ang mga tao at mga pamilyang tinaguriang mga "cannot be touched."  Hindi na maiintindihan ng mga karaniwang Pilipino yan ngayon dahil either bata pa o hindi pa sila ipinanganganak noong dekada iyon.  O baka naman sadyang makakalimutin ang karaniwang tao?  Kahit ako, wala pa akong malay noon.  Pero ang magulang ko ay mga naging political observer.  Mga naging saksi at mga naging biktima ng madilim na nakaraan ng Pilipinas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmm....  magumpisa kaya akong magbasa ng post-American Philippine History.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112011210466771757?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112011210466771757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112011210466771757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/village.html' title='The Village'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112009463651318830</id><published>2005-06-30T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T09:23:56.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Madam</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://www.smisra.net/Details/(Bristlegrass)(070304-8527)(160pixels).jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Napanood niyo ba yung speech ni Mrs. FPJ kahapon? Kung kinakailangan daw, siya ang magiging presidente ng Pilipinas. Tumaas ang mga balahibo ko! Grabe. Sinong nag coach sa kanyang magsalita ng ganun? Si Rez Cortez??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para bang nasa isang maliit na isla lang tayo at ang mga Pilipino ay isang maliit na tribo lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kami ayaw sa iyo. Ikaw bad girl. Ikaw parusahan! Ikaw swimming sa apoy. Kami hanap bago datu.   Dami ako fans.  Ako na lang bago Reyna. Reyna ako!!! Ako bago REYNA!!!! .....&lt;em&gt;ahem, ahem... uhm.... Ready na ako direk!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of democracy. Pwede mo nang bastus-bastusin ang Presidente on national TV. Tsk tsk tsk. How sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad about this country. It's so... how should I say it? Ineffective? The masa is &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; slowly killing the Philippines. The country is already dead, the way I see it. Let's all move to Vietnam. Mas may future pa siguro doon. Turuan na lang natin silang maligo, mag-toothbrush at gumamit ng deodorant and we will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung magre-resign si GMA, sino naman ang gusto niyong pumalit sa kanya? Ano ang impact sa iyo ng pangalang President Noli? Paki-abot ng dalawang capsules ng Advil at sumakit yata ang ulo ko. Keep in mind that we have a Constitution we should follow. At kung hindi susundan yan, para saan pa na ginawa ang batas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying home today. Kailangang magpahinga, eh. Sana makatulog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112009463651318830?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112009463651318830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112009463651318830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/madam.html' title='Madam'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112005790442053903</id><published>2005-06-29T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T23:26:27.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://phlog.net/user/felipe"&gt;&lt;img alt="visit my phlog!" hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=42215a6c9f0784270edb53adc237bcc2" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The camera I was wishing for isn't available yet in Quiapo. It's not even available yet in mall stores. Pero, my gulay, ang labo naman ng Canon. Ba't pa nila ina-advertise yung camera sa newspapers kung di man lang available sa mga stores. Grrrr. They made me asa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Canon, I'll make sabunot your bulbol until you make luwa free 2GB SD cards. Leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun lang naman ang sad news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEANWHILE... back in Yemen... SOMEONE woke me up this morning... at 1AM, mind you... by calling my mobile phone. Siyempre, tumunog nanaman si 'Hello Garci.' I know it's always nice to greet a friend on his birthday. But consider naman that some people don't have the luxury of a good slumber. And I'm one of them. Calling at 1AM? Hello?? Ok lang kung text. Less than 2 seconds lang naman ang ingay nun. I'm a sporadic insomniac, and I would thank Yahweh whenever he blesses me with at least 7 hours of sleep. You know who you are. But, thanks anyway for the greeting. MWAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dami ko din pala ginawa today! I went to work; visited the laundry mat; bought my dogs some vitamins; researched for hotels in South Africa for my Mom's trip; bought some toiletries and medicines; and harassed 3 stray cats for trying to hurt my baby &lt;a href="http://phlog.net/getpic2.php?pic=cd8d6ce4ddfa96361910c054c86e7c11&amp;amp;width=640"&gt;Max. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sick today, but still did my work anyway. I had some important stuff to do. (and Ringo, who says STUFF&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;, hmmm?). But I'm going to take the whole day's rest tomorrow. And I'm super looking forward to that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112005790442053903?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112005790442053903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112005790442053903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/sad-news.html' title='Sad news'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-112000798454305371</id><published>2005-06-29T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T09:19:44.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak show</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://phlog.net/user/felipe"&gt;&lt;img alt="visit my phlog!" hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=b3a4b8db9cbeedce03cdd5cb607f9f5a" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I received a text message from a childhood friend, Dennis, a few minutes ago. He greeted me a &lt;em&gt;happy birthday&lt;/em&gt;. Now, I haven't seen nor heard from this guy for about 10 years. I asked him how he got my number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got it frm Tita (my Mom) abt 2 mos ago! I went 2 ur hous but u wr in Galera."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yeah. I remember my Mom telling me that he passed by that weekend. Sabi pa nga niya "baklang-bakla na si Dennis."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I asked him how he knew my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?? D b we wr sweethearts when we wr kids?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all coming back to me now. I have been molested by my... erm... playmate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years old pa lang... madumi na ako... MADUMI NA AKO!! Huhuhuhuhuhu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-112000798454305371?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112000798454305371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/112000798454305371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/freak-show.html' title='Freak show'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111996519117165557</id><published>2005-06-28T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T21:26:31.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://phlog.net/user/felipe"&gt;&lt;img alt="visit my phlog" hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=07a1d2a91c2c0aa4e6276e2377f04e69" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit tuwing "birthday," kailangan maging "happy." Oo nga, ikinatutuwa ng magulang mo na ipinanganak ka. Pero, ikinatutuwa mo bang nabubuhay ka? Masaya ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ni Kim sa kanyang anak sa Miss Saigon (ahem, ahem), "Youuuuu never wished to be boooooornnnnn.... You......... Why should you learn of waaaaaaar or paaaaaaaain...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a way para na rin ako yung anak ni Kim. Kung sino man yung mga magulang ko na nagmanyak-manyakan nang hindi gumagamit ng condom, pinamigay ako kase siguro hindi pa ako nasa plano nila. O baka bata pa sila at nagaaral lang ng Anatomy. O baka mag-jowa lang sila. O baka nagkita lang sila sa gitna ng rally sa Mendiola.  How romantic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi talaga ako nagce-celebrate ng birthday, yun ang totoo. Para sa akin, yun lang ang araw na ipinanganak ako. Ganun lang ka-simple. Kasing-simple nang nung isang araw, nag-renew ako ng lisensya. O kanina lang, dinapuan ako ng ubo. O nung sabado, naka-kain ako ng halo-halo sa Chowking. Wala akong rason para mag-piyesta, kumbaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old, same old...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh dahil naman sa tradisyon, lumalabas pa rin kami ng pamilya ko tuwing birthday ko. At dahil din naman sa tradisyon, nanlilibre ako ng mga kaibigan pagdating ng weekend. Ok lang dahil para yun sa mga kaibigan ko dahil gusto ko silang nakikitang magkakasama ang masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kailan ako magiging tunay na masaya para magkaroon ng &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko. Basta ang gusto ko lang sa akin ang mga Sabado ko at hindi maaaksaya sa pamilya o sa trabaho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa ngayon, gusto kong kumuha nang kumuha ng maraming mga litrato. Yun na lang siguro ang pwede kong pagka-abalahan at kunan ng pagkakuntento sa buhay. Masaya na ako doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero kahit na hindi ko talaga dinidiwang ang birthday ko, sana meron pa rin akong fairy God Mother na magbibigay sa akin ng... hindi glass slippers, ha.  Kundi &lt;a href="http://web.canon.jp/Imaging/pss2is/001-e.html"&gt;ITO&lt;/a&gt;.  Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan lang po mangarap!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111996519117165557?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111996519117165557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111996519117165557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/hindi-ko-maintindihan-kung-bakit.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111976961064424369</id><published>2005-06-26T14:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T21:08:04.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maliit ang mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.phlog.net/user/felipe"&gt;&lt;img alt="visit my phlog!" hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=d86b3f95386e0440c8e212a78a92f826" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Talagang napakaliit ng mundo naming mga... uhm... &lt;em&gt;special boys&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si A, na best friend ng ex kong si B, ay kilala (kilala lang ha) pala ng BF ko na si C, na na-chismis na niligawan ng kaibigan naming si D. Nakita ko kagabi si &lt;em&gt;A&lt;/em&gt; sa Starbucks sa Malate at kanina sa gym kaya bigla ko siyang naalala. Pinakilala ko si D sa kaibigan kong si E na alam na pala ni D kung sino si E kase kaibigan ni E ang ex ni D na si F. Ang nakakatawa, alam din naman pala ni E kung sino si D pero nung pinakilala ko sila kagabi kunwari hindi sila magkakilala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaloka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eksena ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hetong si D, may pinakilala naman sa akin kagabi sa Malate na sina G at H na mga kaibigan din ni F at kaibigan din ni D. Akala ng BF kong si C na mag BF sina G at F dahil madalas niya silang dalawang magkasama sa gym. At ang balita ko kahit na noong sila pa ni D at F, pinagseselosan na ni D si G dahil close si F dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chismis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, at dumating ang fellow blogger na si I kasama si J na akala ko walang balak pumunta ng Malate kagabi. Kahatak naman ni J ay si K na scoolmate ko nung collage na kaibigan pala ni J at ni L na nangaling pa ng QC. Ka-barkada nina J, K at L si M pero hindi pwedeng lumabas si M dahil may sakit at natatakot na baka lumala dahil sa ulan. Kaibigan din nila si N na tinamad lumabas ng bahay. Incidentally, nakilala ni D si N nung pumunta kami ni D sa Galera more than a month ago. At, pinormahan din ni D ito. Pero ngayon, hindi na daw niya type si N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... nandiyan pa si O, P, Q at R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni-message ng ex kong si B ang kaibigan kong si O sa downelink pero hindi naman masyado pinansin ito (according to &lt;em&gt;O&lt;/em&gt;). Nag-iwan lang si B ng pa-tweetums na testimonial para kay O na feeling niya close na sila. Si O ang current jowa ng isa pang friend kong si P. Si P ay ang former jowa ng friend kong si M. Friend din ni P si D since college days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko lang si B kase... tulad ni A, nakita ko siya kagabi na may ka-holding hands na isang guy. Mesmerized nanaman ako kase, pucha, ang gwapo pa rin ni B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Q ang isa pang ex kong muntik na maging jowa ni B. Pero since siguro maaga niyang na-sense na krung-krung itong si Q, wala din naman nanyari. Nakita ko si R kagabi, yung isang naka-EB ko 3 months ago na naging date pala ni Q habang nung kami pa. Pero deadma ko lang siya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang liit ng mundo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana marami pa akong makilala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalitong gumawa ng blind item.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111976961064424369?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111976961064424369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111976961064424369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/maliit-ang-mundo.html' title='Maliit ang mundo'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111967773645036805</id><published>2005-06-25T13:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T13:35:36.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OK GO, in the backyard dancing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.emimusic.ca/notforpublicuse"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/superfly.jpg" width="300" align="center" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't it be great to see this group dancing in Malate tonight? :) :)   Click on the pic for the video.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111967773645036805?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111967773645036805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111967773645036805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok-go-in-backyard-dancing.html' title='OK GO, in the backyard dancing'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111961798524754087</id><published>2005-06-24T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T20:59:45.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Banal</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=c61fa6ce26f3edca797f3ee695f9a486" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;Ang bait ko talaga! My brother asked me to fix one of my nephews' computers. He's dropping it off tomorrow morning and they need it by Sunday. Ang ganda. Utusan ba ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harsh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, it's no biggie... REALLY. As long as he won't give me a problem  like looking for device drivers online and provide me with the necessary CDs instead. Chicken lang yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta basta basta... I wanna go to Malate tomorrow night. Mr. M already gave me the nod. He's going, of course. I don't think he will trust me to go there by myself. Especially with &lt;em&gt;Rx&lt;/em&gt; around.   I have this feeling that Mr. M doesn't like me seeing Rx.  Bakit kaya? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaah!  Mukha na akong pork chop!  Fat and greasy!  Tuesday pa yung huling punta ko sa gym at tumakbo lang ako ng isang oras.  I have to go to the gym tomorrow.  At least in the morning para makapag-rest ako ng afternoon, if Mr. M will let me, para inuman sa gabi! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo!  BEER!  Sheht!  Inuman nanaman!  Yyyyyyes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111961798524754087?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111961798524754087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111961798524754087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/banal.html' title='Banal'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111958954061603790</id><published>2005-06-24T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T13:16:28.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!  0cm super macro ????</title><content type='html'>The Canon Powershot S2 IS, taken from &lt;a href="http://www.steves-digicams.com/2005_reviews/s2is.html"&gt;THIS&lt;/a&gt; site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.steves-digicams.com/2005_reviews/s2is/s2_front_blk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.steves-digicams.com/2005_reviews/s2is/s2_front_blk.jpg" width="50%" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana bilhan ako ng nanay ko nito.  Harharharhar...!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111958954061603790?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111958954061603790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111958954061603790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/omg-0cm-super-macro.html' title='OMG!  0cm super macro ????'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111943246888356505</id><published>2005-06-22T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T18:04:59.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Lifted</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://www.mtv.de/news/pics/1130791.jpg" align="left" border="0" /&gt;The personification of the word &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt; has to be someone who has a huge, if not the complete, part in creating the character as people identify him and her to be. Where TALENT has a colossal part of it. And acting-up is out of the question. In my own little world of make believe, I have considered just a number of people as &lt;em&gt;cool&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think &lt;a href="http://www.erykahbadu.com/"&gt;Erykah Badu &lt;/a&gt;is cool. She's funny. She's got her own style. She's non-traditional. And she has real talent. However, not everyone puts attention to it. And Erykah's not the kind of girl who would change her musical style just to satisfy the flow of mainstream. For many years now, though I haven't seen her on stage yet, I have admired this woman as a true performer. Listening to her CDs was enough for my Sunday soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enter &lt;a href="http://www.johnlegend.com"&gt;John Legend&lt;/a&gt;. I just got his CD &lt;em&gt;Get Lifted&lt;/em&gt; this afternoon and started playing it in my car soon after. I would describe him as the male counter part of both Erykah Badu and &lt;a href="http://www.laurynhill.com/"&gt;Lauryn Hill&lt;/a&gt;. Well, maybe more of Lauryn. I first heard about him about 2 weekends ago on TV. He was singing "Ordinary People" and somehow he got my attention. The video was great. The music was great too. But there was something with the blending of the song with his voice. There was life. And it was coming from the soul. His soul. And listening through his album is like reading his own life story only the listener can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real music. Real sound. Real songs. And nothing but pure talent. And... he's cute too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img  src="http://www.maximonline.com/entertainment/reviews/editorial_images/music_johnlegend_012105.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artist: John Legend&lt;br /&gt;Album: Get Lifted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111943246888356505?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111943246888356505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111943246888356505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/get-lifted.html' title='Get Lifted'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111940938321821550</id><published>2005-06-22T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T12:13:43.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chekwang bangkay</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=664e9c79a78dda483abe851053c6df44" border=0 align=left hspace=3 width=160&gt;I had my driver's license renewed today at the LTO (mini) office at the Motortown in ATC. Wala namang excitement na nanyari since it's REALLY a small office. Masungit lang yung nasa receiving, approval and cashier at iisang tao lang siya. Siguro kase hindi siya makadelihensya dahil computerized na ang sistema. First window, cashier. Second window, renewal form. Third window, approval. Pag lingon mo sa kanan, clinic. Sa kanto, drug testing center. Sa over-all size ng place, kasinglaki lang siya ng isang tindahan sa Festival Mall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So una, fill-up ako ng form. Hindi ko mabandera ang maganda kong hand writing dahil walang mesa at sa very dependable monoblock bench ako nagsulat. Tapos sa medical exam naman na walang ginawa kundi kunan lang ako ng blood pressure at i-check ang aking eye sight. Tapos bayad ng 100 pesos. Dati yata mas mura ang binayad ko. 50 pesos? Ang pinagtataka ko lang (and the rest of the beautiful Alabangers) ay kung ano ang punto ng medical exam. Bawal bang magmaneho ang taong high blood? Bawal bang magmaneho ang taong hindi perfect vision? Para saan yung 100 pesos na fee? Sa ilaw at aircon na kinasawsawan ko nang limang minuto? Pero in fairness, mabait naman si Doktora. Maayos siya magsalita. Next stop, drug test. Pagpasok ko pa lang sa kwarto, as expected, kabakyaan galore. As in ang ingay. Hindi ko alam kung sino ang doktora, sino ang nurse, at sino ang tindera sa talipapa. Anyway, mabilis naman ako doon. Napa-wee-wee din naman ako 2 minutes after I got my little plastic bottle. And about 10 minutes later, I got the results na. Magaling naman pala sila sa multi-tasking. Kahit na lagpas na sa hearing capacity ng tao ang ingay ng ka-jologan nila, nagawa pa rin nila yung trabaho nang mabilis. Siyempre negative ang lumabas. 250 pesos ang singil. Aba, last time nagpa-renew ako ng license, 300 pesos ang singil para sa aking wee-wee. Mas mura pala ang ihi ko dito. Hmmm... ang labo ah. Mas mahal yung medical exam. Mas mura ang drug test. Ganito din kaya sa ibang parte ng Pilipinas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last stop, approval. Inabot ko lahat ng documents kay Manong Sungit. Sunod, pose daw ako sa harap ng camera. Asenso sila, ha. Canon powershot A300 ang digicam nila. Sunod, punta ako ng cashier window (siyempre, mukha nanaman niya ang nakita ko) at nagbayad ng 232.80 pesos. Actualy, 233 pesos ang siningil sa akin pero hinayaan ko na lang. Tip ko na lang sa kanya yung 20 centavos. And 10 minutes later, may bago na akong driver's license! Yehey! And as usual, mukha nanaman akong chekwang bangkay sa picture ko. Kulang na lang hurnahan ng siopao at siomai sa background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang lamig-lamig ng ulo ko ngayon. Kase pagkatapos ng expensive adventure ko sa (mini) LTO, nagpagupit ako ng buhok. Usual semikal haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kuya, sa number 2 shaver, ha?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And usual barbero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parang naku-kyutan na ako sa barbero ko. Hindi naman kase siya chaka. Hindi pa mayabang. Tapos ang puti-puti pa niya. Medyo oldie nga lang pero... nasabi ko na bang hindi siya chaka? Pagdating ko sa barbershop, naka-topless lang siya. Hindi naman ka-laglag boxers ang katawan niya pero parang pati katawan niya cute din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napapahilig na rin yata ako sa mga ER. Barb&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I will still have the strength, I will go to cavite tonight to visit my Mr. M.  Miss ko na kase, eh.  Kagabi sa gym, may tumabi sa akin sa threadmill, ka-amoy niya si Mr. M.  Tapos pagkauwi, nanood ako ng porno sandali tapos yung isang guy dun ang ganda ng pwet parang kay Mr. M.  Tapos kanina, pagkagising ko, nag-swimming ako gamit ko yung board shorts na regalo sa akin ni Mr. M. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putek.  Saan ba ako nagpupupunta at parating walang gas ang kotche ko?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111940938321821550?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111940938321821550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111940938321821550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/chekwang-bangkay.html' title='Chekwang bangkay'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111932977564539636</id><published>2005-06-21T12:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T13:47:54.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagsasawa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://phlog.net/user/felipe"&gt;&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=c8fd4dacef04e48e77eff4d81d94fb81" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ugali ko na ang madaling magsawa sa kung ano mang pinagkakaabalahan ko. Noong bata ako, natutunan kong mag-piano, at pinag-sawaan din ito. Kinahiligan ko ang mag-sulat ng mga maiikling kwento, pero hindi ko na rin itinuloy. Natuto akong gumawa ng graphics, pinagsawaan ko din. Pinag-aralan ko ang HTML, pinagsawaan at kinalimutan din. Na-aliw ako sa Ragnarok, pero ilang buwan lang ako naglaro. Sa totoo lang, hindi ko alam kung ano ang gusto ko. Hindi ko alam kung anong magpapa-aliw sa akin pantawid sa kainipan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need a hobby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At para bang nagsasawa na rin akong mabuhay. Siguro naiingit lang ako sa ibang tao na may excitement na dumadaan sa bawat takbo ng beinte-kwatro oras. Totoo, lagi kong inaabangan ang pagdating ng weekend. Lagi kong kinasasabikan ang pagdalaw ng Sabado. Nakakasawa nang laging naghihintay. Dadating, mawawala, maghihintay at dadating muli. Hanggang kailan na lang ganito? Tumatanda na ako, hindi pa rin ako masaya. Sampung taon mula ngayon, ganito pa rin kaya ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala rin naman ako patutunguhan. Ibig ko sabihin, hindi ko balak mag-asawa. At baka mamatay lang ako ng allergic reaction sa babae. Hindi ko rin balak magkaroon ng anak at magpadagdag pa ng problema. Kung ang magiging rason ko lang sa pagkakaroon ng anak ay ang seguridad na may mag-aalaga sa akin sa aking pagtanda, mas gugustuhin ko pang magpakamatay na lang kaysa abalain pa ang buhay ng iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mag-drugs kaya ako? Para naman may ma-kwento akong "ah... nasubukan ko nang mag drugs. Saraaaaaaap, grabe!" Ang boring kase ng buhay ko, eh. Ni hindi pa ako nakakapatay ng pulis. Ni hindi pa ako nakaka-kain ng palaka (lasang chicken daw?). Ni hindi ko pa ako nakakapag-drive papuntang Baguio. Ni hindi pa ako nakakapaglakad sa abenida sa kalaliman ng gabi. Ni hindi pa ako nakakapunta ng Boracay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan bukas, may maisip na akong mapagkakaabalahan na pangmatagalan. Ayoko na nang ganito. Baka ilang buwan na lang, mababaliw na ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung saan-saan na napadpad ang sinasabi ko.  Kailangan ko  na nga sigurong gumising.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111932977564539636?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111932977564539636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111932977564539636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/nagsasawa.html' title='Nagsasawa'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111927880104534712</id><published>2005-06-20T22:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T22:46:41.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad mood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://phlog.net/user/felipe"&gt;&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=cff567e7e794a7731d9d1515f09c8e65" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My hours haven't been good to me today. Work sucked big time. My brain wasn't collaborating with my mood either. Ha! The only good thing for me today was the taste of crispy chicken skin from Max's Fried Chicken. That's the only chicken part I like from their friend chicken. The rest has always been dry. Edible only with the aid of ketchup. KFC pa rin! YUN ang sarap to the bones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took some pictures again. This time during lunch, and work. I was with my Mom and she probably thought I have gone idiotic with my camera. Lalo na at the restaurant. Kuha dito, kuha doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, since I was especially grumpy today, I pigged out on Tortillos and cheddar dip as soon as I got home. It was bad. I finished the whole &lt;em&gt;family sized&lt;/em&gt; bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what happened to me. Biorhythms? Totoo ba yun??? Soon after dinner, I went to the gym and huffed myself on the threadmill. Kaya ngayon, bad mood na, pagod pa ako. Sana mahimbing ang tulog ko nito mamaya. AT LEAST man lang. Please lang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111927880104534712?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111927880104534712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111927880104534712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/bad-mood.html' title='Bad mood'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111917796289817306</id><published>2005-06-19T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:07:36.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 + 5 + 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?id=237965" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;And as planned, Mr. M and I watched Batman Begins last night. Bagsak namin sa Festival Mall since most of the earlier and favorable scheds in ATC have been taken. Uhm..... I wouldn't go crazy over that movie. I wouldn't trash it either. Excellent over-all production, tho. And I will definitely get a DVD copy of it when it comes out a few months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movie, we went to Ortigas to meet up with Superspy and his &lt;em&gt;friend&lt;/em&gt; Prof. A. We were supposed to watch the Fête de la Musique event. But apparently, when we were already on our way to Ortigas, Superspy texted that they're going to their hangout bar a few streets away from Greenhills. We followed and met up with Superspy, Prof. A and their friends. First time to meet the &lt;em&gt;controversial&lt;/em&gt; Prof. A. He's nice naman. Fun guy, actually. We all played Black Jack until we ran out of paper for tallying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganda sa Pasig/Ortigas/Greenhills (Hindi ako sigurado kung saang banda na kami napadpad kagabi).  Daming nice cars!  I saw a Dodge sedan that I viewed on Yahoo Autos some weeks ago.  At ang daming cars na naka-set-up!  I love their mags.  Basta, galeng.  People should take me out of the province of Alabang more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Cruisser Ice, 5 SMB light and 2 shots of (free) tequilla later, my brain was swimming in alcohol. Sheht. Sarap. And I was too not-myself-but-not-so-shy to ask Superspy about Prof. A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Superspy, white smoke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At white smoke na nga! 2 weeks na raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One downside of being happily drunk is that you will only have patches of memory the next day. And I don't remember paying for my booze last night. But Superspy says that I paid for our table's bill. And I don't remember doing that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putek.  Delikado ako nito.  Hmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me... I broke my vow to quit drinking. One bottle lang dapat ako last night. But there was something with the beer that made me order for more. Basta, ang sarap. Nung una, hiya pa ako kina Prof. A. But then, since everyone was drinking naman, kuha na rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kumuha pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kumuha pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaay saya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111917796289817306?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111917796289817306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111917796289817306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/1-5-2.html' title='1 + 5 + 2'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111901869512891326</id><published>2005-06-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T21:11:16.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Garci?</title><content type='html'>&lt;img hspace="3" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?id=237941" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt; Send in the clowns. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a crazy time for Philippine politics. So, everyone wants GMA to react about the recent allegations against her. And militant groups and the opposition party (who is &lt;em&gt;sponsoring&lt;/em&gt; this latest &lt;em&gt;brouhaha&lt;/em&gt;) want her (and Kabayan Noli) to resign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... then what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proclaim Susan Roces or,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loren Legarda as the new President?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, it is GMA talking in those taped-tapped conversations. How could you miss that voice (unless si Ate GLOW pala yun. Ehehe ehehe). But I don't think she will either admit or deny the charges. I mean... what for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a lose-lose situation for everybody. Kaya iyak na lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while everyone is feeling so bad for the country right now, i-download at makinig na lang sa latest &lt;a href="http://www.piercingpens.tk/archives/2005/06/16/hello-garci-ring-tone/"&gt;ringtone&lt;/a&gt; ng bayan.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111901869512891326?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111901869512891326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111901869512891326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/hello-garci.html' title='Hello Garci?'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111901320992736742</id><published>2005-06-17T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T21:26:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And the week that was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.phlog.net/user/felipe"&gt;&lt;img hspace="5" src="http://phlog.net/getpic.php?id=237637" width="160" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm happy to report that I have been using... or rather, practicing taking picures with my camera lately, focusing more on macro shots. It's just frustrating that my camera isn't powerful enough to do more detailed macro shots. I think I will sell my current Powershot and get a prosumer level camera. Or, I could hope that my Mom will get me a powerful camera for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://imageevent.com/quinits/photogallery/montemar0605"&gt;Joaquin &lt;/a&gt;inspires me so much to go on with my interest in photography.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 2 nights now, I have been doing one-hour runs on the threadmill. Now, I'm not so sure if this is something unhealthy, improper or even dangerous, and I know some people who run almost every day but don't have any complaints of injuries or whatsoever. Well, actually, I don't know them PERSONALLY. They're friends of friends of friends and I know they're alive and kicking. My point is there are people who run everyday. Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, after 2 nights of regular cardio workout, I feel great. Uhm... that's all I wanted to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. M surprised me last night by showing up at the gym. Well, he has been giving me &lt;em&gt;hints&lt;/em&gt; the whole afternoon that he was gonna workout in Alabang at night and I was just playing &lt;em&gt;deadma&lt;/em&gt; about it. And when he greeted me at the parking lot, I acted surprised. Hihihihihi. Feeling girl talaga ako. Pakipot nang pakipot, wala namang pekpek. Hihihihihi. Sweet talaga ng BF ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a weekend once again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping to see Batman Begins tomorrow with Mr. M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... it seems that I'm missing some shirts again. It's either someone has been &lt;em&gt;KLEPTONIZING&lt;/em&gt; my shirts or I left some of them at the laudrymat. Oh no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more normal looking shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to shop shop shop!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111901320992736742?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111901320992736742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111901320992736742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-week-that-was.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111891095798156003</id><published>2005-06-16T16:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:35:57.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good grief!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Charlie Brown" src="http://images.quizilla.com/A/anonymousnowhere/1065153230_sr_charlie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are Charlie Brown!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111891095798156003?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111891095798156003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111891095798156003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/good-grief.html' title='Good grief!'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111882646221830684</id><published>2005-06-15T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T17:07:42.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tumaas ang mga balahibo ko</title><content type='html'>As of this writing, there's a shadow moving outside my room.  It's windy and raining outside but all the windows are closed so I'm definitely sure that the living room curtains are not making the running shadow.  My bedroom door is wide open that's how I could see what's happening outside my room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay teka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheht.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bukas pala mga bintana ko at mga kurtina ko pala yung gumagawa ng mga anino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehehe ehehe.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY.  My Mom and Dad left about 10 minutes ago to catch the 5:20pm screening of Mr. And Mrs. Smith.  Sabi ko kase it's a funny movie.   And besides, my Mom wants to see Brad Pitt and my Dad wants to see Angelina Jolie.  I forgot to tell them to take the Mindanao gate to skip the traffic outside our village.  But... ho-hum.  They're using a 4x4 anyway and knowing my Mom, malamang i-uutos pa niya sa driver na i-rampa ang kotche sa sidewalk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111882646221830684?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111882646221830684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111882646221830684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/tumaas-ang-mga-balahibo-ko.html' title='Tumaas ang mga balahibo ko'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111882413610563979</id><published>2005-06-15T16:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T16:48:56.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back-out at angal</title><content type='html'>Balak ko sanang maghanda sa bahay para sa aking birthday. Simpleng dinner lang naman sana. But since mukhang hindi balak pumunta ng mga straight friends ko, di ko na lang itutuloy. Puro mga kaibigan kong bading at mga nagpapanap na bisexual lang ang makakapunta. Baka ma-eskandalo pa ang nanay at tatay ko kapag makita nilang puro lalake ang mga bisita ko. &lt;s&gt;Lahat&lt;/s&gt; Karamihan cute. &lt;s&gt;Lahat&lt;/s&gt; Marami ang maganda ang katawan. &lt;s&gt;Lahat&lt;/s&gt; Ang iba naka muscle shirt. At lahat walang "girlfriend." Patay tayo diyan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na maintindihan ang katawan ko. Minsan mataba ako. Minsan naman mas mataba ako. Ayoko na tuloy pumunta sa beach. Itatago ko mo muna ang bago kong board shorts hanggang sa maging size 28 or 29 na ang bewang ko (goood luuuuuuuck na lang sa akin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, sa dalas ba naman dumalaw ng ulan at bagyo lately, di naman siguro tamang pumunta pa ako sa beach. Sa mga taong &lt;em&gt;adorable &lt;/em&gt;and &lt;em&gt;portable&lt;/em&gt; na tulad ko, madali akong tangayin ng hangin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala nanamang gas ang kotche ko. Buysit. Haaaaaay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati, nung college ako, NOT TOO LONG AGO, halos one minute ang magpa-fill up ng 200 pesos na gas. Ngayon, my gulay, less than 30 seconds pa lang, naka 1,000 pesos ka na sa gas! Ang lupit ng life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panahon na para maging free loader.    I need rich friends!  Hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traffic ngayon sa Zapote, hindi ko alam kung bakit. Kung dahil sa ulan, eh grabe naman kung ganun. Kagagaling ko lang sa labas para lang magpa-laba. It took me almost one hour to go to and from the laundry shop. At nasa BF Homes lang yun, ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, lumalakas na ang ulan. Sana wag akong tamarin mag-gym mamayang gabi. Motivation: ang beel-beel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pwede sana akong mag-swimming na lang kaso mukhang na-discover ng mga ipis kagabi na hindi talaga sila masyadong malulunod sa tubig basta nakalutang lang sila. Kaya ayan, nagpi-pyesta sila sa swimming pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yaaaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana hindi din matutunan ng mga linta dito na pwede din silang sumisid! Kung mangyari yun... Mas yaaaaaaaaack!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111882413610563979?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111882413610563979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111882413610563979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-out-at-angal.html' title='back-out at angal'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111875125011802136</id><published>2005-06-14T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:14:10.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sleeps with butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tori Amos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Airplanes&lt;br /&gt;Take you away again&lt;br /&gt;Are you flying&lt;br /&gt;Above where we live&lt;br /&gt;Then I look up a glare in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Are you having regrets about last night&lt;br /&gt;I’m not but I like rivers that rush in&lt;br /&gt;So then I dove in&lt;br /&gt;Is there trouble ahead&lt;br /&gt;For you the acrobat&lt;br /&gt;I won’t push you unless you have a net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say the word&lt;br /&gt;You know I will find you&lt;br /&gt;Or if you need some time&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hold on&lt;br /&gt;To the tail of your kite&lt;br /&gt;I’m not like the girls that you’ve known&lt;br /&gt;But I believe I’m worth coming home to&lt;br /&gt;Kiss away night&lt;br /&gt;This girl only sleeps with butterflies&lt;br /&gt;With butterflies&lt;br /&gt;So go on and fly then boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balloons&lt;br /&gt;Look good from on the ground&lt;br /&gt;I fear with pins and needles around&lt;br /&gt;We may fall then stumble&lt;br /&gt;Upon a carousel&lt;br /&gt;It could take us anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say the word&lt;br /&gt;You know I will find you&lt;br /&gt;Or if you need some time&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind&lt;br /&gt;I don’t hold on&lt;br /&gt;To the tail of your kite&lt;br /&gt;I’m not like the girls that you’ve known&lt;br /&gt;But I believe I’m worth coming home to&lt;br /&gt;Kiss away night&lt;br /&gt;This girl only sleeps with butterflies&lt;br /&gt;With butterflies&lt;br /&gt;With butterflies&lt;br /&gt;So go on and fly boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111875125011802136?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111875125011802136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111875125011802136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/sleeps-with-butterflies-tori-amos.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111874616599680620</id><published>2005-06-14T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T20:00:26.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mga Kababawan for today.</title><content type='html'>Ganda ng computer fonts ko ngayon. Smooth texts na lahat. This is like reading a page of a magazine. Sarap sa mata! Instead na edgy yung letters, very crisp na sila ngayon. Ngayon ko lang na discover. Hehe. Actually, nalaman ko lang through my iPaq. Smooth texts na rin yung mga font sa iPaq ko and it's called "ClearType." O heto. If you have a Pocket PC, go to Settings and then click on the System tab. Then tap on the Screen icon. Tick on the the &lt;em&gt;Enable ClearType&lt;/em&gt; box, tap OK then reset your unit. Tapos smooth edges na ang mga fonts mo! I figured that if this is possible with Pocket PC, siguro pwede din ito sa Windows XP. Kase, di ba, parehong Microsoft products? So.... basta, may connect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my Windows XP, I searched for "ClearType" at the Help and Support Center at heto ang lumabas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Open &lt;a id="shortcut" title="" href="ms-its:C:/WINDOWS/Help/display.chm::/EXEC=,desk.cpl,,2%20CHM=ntshared.chm%20FILE=alt_url_windows_component.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Display&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; in Control Panel.&lt;br /&gt;2. On the Appearance tab, click Effects.&lt;br /&gt;3. In the Effects dialog box, select the Use the following method to smooth edges of screen fonts check box.&lt;br /&gt;4. Click ClearType in the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ayan na nga. But this setting is only appropriate for portable computers and flat screen monitors. Otherwise, it will be blurry on ordinary computer monitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May bago akong printer! Weeeeeeeee!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ttm.com.br/ttm/images/produtos/psc1315.jpg" align="center" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an HP PSC 1315. And oh... FYI... PSC stands for Printer-Scanner-Copier. Ang taray! And it's small ha, for an inkjet MFP. It's not an impressive printer, actually. I mean, it takes like a whole bathroom time just to make a 1-page copy of a document. Sorry, that's just an exaggeration. But you know what I mean. Printing time is so-so. &lt;a href="http://www.pcworld.com/reviews/article/0,aid,117554,tfg,tfg,00.asp"&gt;Some &lt;/a&gt;people find it too slow (pero minalas lang yata siya sa test product na nakuha niya... mine seems to be working great). But it's alright with me. And it's an inkjet MFP (Multifunction Product)! For less than 5k, how could I go wrong??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111874616599680620?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111874616599680620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111874616599680620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/mga-kababawan-for-today.html' title='Mga Kababawan for today.'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111858878221620480</id><published>2005-06-12T22:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T23:06:22.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anong nanyari?</title><content type='html'>As if it isn't obvious yet, the country is in serious shit right now.  What the heck happened?  Okay.  I'm worried.  I'm only twenty- five and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[kulog!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[kidlat!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[lindol!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[tsunami!!!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ay, sorry po, sorry po!  Hindi na po ako magsisinuwaling!  Forgive me, hindi na po mauulit!  Huhuhuhu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was saying... I'm only in my &lt;em&gt;late-twenties&lt;/em&gt; and I dunno where and how my life is going to be  ten years from now with all the crap that's going on with our society and our government.  What the hell happened to our people?  How did it come to this?  This is not Manila anymore.  This is South America!  I'm seriously considering of NOT having a kid anymore.   If making a living in this  country will be a problem for me, then having a kid at the same time in this society will be like... an everyday migrane.  I am scared.  I am angry.  And I, and the rest of the few good people, feel helpless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to spare me from this problem, I'd like to die before I reach the age of 30.  Mister DJ, pwede bang mag-request?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111858878221620480?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111858878221620480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111858878221620480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/anong-nanyari.html' title='Anong nanyari?'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111838399281928707</id><published>2005-06-10T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:33:26.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nota</title><content type='html'>5 years old ako nung dinala ako ng nanay at tatay ko sa isang jazz piano concert sa CCP. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ako isinama doon. Wala namang cartoons o kaya palabas na pambata. Pero pasalamat sila, wala akong tantrums nung gabing iyon. Napabilib ako sa pagtugtog ng pianista. Pero mas lalo ako namangha sa ganda ng tunog ng piano. Kumpleto. Malinaw. Napagsasabayan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sumunod na araw, sabi ko sa nanay ko gusto kong matutong tumugtog ng piano. Makalipas ng isang linggo, dumating na ang piano ko. Isang maliit na upright piano na tamang-tama lang sa maliit na bahay namin. Sumunod na buwan, nag-aaral na akong mag-piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Si Mrs. Umali ang una kong piano teacher. Pag-dating sa ugali, iisa lang ang masasabi ko tungkol sa kanya. PUTANG INA NIYA. Tuwing piano session namin sa bahay niya, wala na akong narinig sa putang inang babaeng ito kundi pagmumura. At sinong minumura niya? Ako! Tangina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Putang-ina, ayusin mo yang daliri mo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Putang ina, curve your fingers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Putang ina, no slouching!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At kapag mapapalayo yan sandali para mag-timpla ng kape, tuluy-tuloy pa rin ang bunganga niyan kahit nasa kusina na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Puuuuutang ina ayusin mo yang pagtugtog mo. Baka akala mo hindi kita nakikita lintik kang bata ka. Ayusin mo yan, ayusin mo yan! Putang ina."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung minsan, kapag nagkakamali sa pagpindot sa piano, ayan yung papaluin ang kamay ko ng pamaypay. Mabuti sana kung pamaypay na abaniko. Kaso mo, yung pamaypay sa yari sa makakapal na kahoy. Yung gamit ng mga lola. Masakit ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman ako makapag-reklamo. Takot ko lang. Eh, sa edad ko na yun, hindi ko naman alam ang ibig sabihin ng putang ina. Hindi naman nagmumura ang mga magulang ko (kahit na gaanong gitil na sa akin) kapag kaharap ako. Ang alam ko lang, hindi maganda ang sinasabi niya, at masungit siya. Siguro frustrated siya at may anak siyang kambal na Assumptionistang asal puta. Siguro frustrated siya na bum ang asawa niya. Siguro frustrated siya at mukha siyang baboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa umpisa, excited akong pumunta sa bahay ni Mrs. Umali. Nung tumagal-tagal na, nawala na. Para bang pumupunta na rin ako sa eskwelahan nang sabado. Nakakabuysit. At kahit na ganun, ako pa rin ang naging pinaka-magaling niyang estudyante. Hindi sa na-challenge ako sa kanya. Wala lang. Talagang talented lang ako. Harharharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After three years, Lumipat kami sa Alabang. Ang akala ko hindi na ako magpa-piano lessons. Ang akala ko natakasan ko na si Mrs. Umali. Pero, o hindi. Siya pa rin ang piano teacher ko. Every saturday morning, pumupunta siya sa bahay mula sa Parañaque, at ang asawa niyang bum ang nagdi-drive para sa kanya. Kung minsan, kasama yung dalawa niyang punyetang mga anak na mayayabang. O, ha? Nakakaloka ang set-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero hindi din yan nagtagal. Less than one year yata. Nalayuan yata sa Alabang. Ang sabi ng yaya ko nag-away sila ng nanay ko kaya hindi na biglang nagpakita. Tungkol yata sa fee. Harharhar. At nawala din si Mrs. Putang Ina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sumunod na teacher ko ay si Mrs. Yaneza. Ilang bloke lang ang layo ng bahay niya mula sa bahay namin. Opera singer yata siya nung panahon nina Marcos kaya soprano galore siya habang tumutugtog ako. Gustung-gusto ko si Mrs. Yaneza kase mabait siya. Natauhan tuloy ako na si Mrs. Umali lang yata ang piano teacher na may katok na nagmumura ng estudyante niyang bata. Pero napansin ng nanay ko na wala ako masyado natututunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eh siiiiiiingerrrr naman yan eh, hindi piano tiiiiicherrrrrr...," sabi pa niya. Kaya after another 2 years, may bago nanaman akong piano teacher. Si Mrs. Ramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron nga palang kaibigan ang nanay ko na taga-Amerika na matandang dalaga, si Tita Rochelle, na may baby grand pianong naiwan sa bahay niya sa Manila. Binigay niya ito sa akin at pina-restore ng nanay ko. Kase naman panahon pa ni Jose Rizal ang pianong ito at nagkanda tuklap-tuklap na ang mga Ivory keys. Nung una ayaw ko sa pianong ito dahil sa sobrang tanda, baka may kasama nang multo. Natandaan ko tuloy yung Haunted House sa Big Bang sa Alabang. Grabe yung moo-moong nagpi-piano doon. Hinabol ako! Anyway, no choice din naman ako kase bata lang naman ako. Tapos ako na nga ang binibigyan ng regalo, tatangihan ko pa. So ayun. Nasa gitna siya ng living room at takut na takot akong lumabas ng kwarto ko kapag gabi at baka may makita pa akong naka-upo sa piano ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, sawa na akong mag-piano. Kase naman puro na lang classical piano ang pinapatugtog sa akin. Hindi ako maka-relate! Napasabi tuloy ako sa teacher ko, "hindi ba ako pwedeng tumugtog ng piece na kapanahunan ko?" [sungit, sungit, sungit, sungit]. Natawa si Mrs. Ramos. Pinayagan niya akong bumili ng mga modern pieces. Pero... mas lalo palang mahirap!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool si Mrs. Ramos. Kasing edad niya si Mrs. Yaneza pero mas bata siya kung kumilos. Feeling ko hippie siya nung 70's. Ganun lang ang dating nilang mag-asawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bawat isang piece ng Sonatina, iniyakan ko. Ibang feeling ng accomplishment kapag na-master mo na ang isang piece na pagkahirap-hirap tugtugin, na halos magkanda tali-tali na ang mga daliri ko sa sobrang bilis ng tempo. Ang problema lang sa akin hindi ko kayang magmemorize ng isang piece. At nang matutunan ko na ang halos kalahati ng libro ko ng mga Sonatina, sinabi ko na sa nanay ko na ayoko nang tumugtog ng piano. Mas gusto ko nang gamitin ang sabado ko sa iba pang mas importanteng bagay. Tulad ng pakikipag-laro sa mga kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo na-bad trip sa akin nanay ko. Biruin mo nga ba naman, ilang taon din akong nag-aral ng piano tapos biglang isang araw, ayaw ko na. At may baby grand piano pa ako! Pero hindi na ako talaga masaya eh. Tapos ang sungit-sungit ko pa. So, doon nag wakas ang aking biyahe kasama ang mga nota (hihihihihi.... natawa ako sa "nota." Hihihihihi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na kayang tugtugin ang mga Sonatinas, o kahit na anong piyesa na tinutugtog ko dati. Pero pa minsan-minsan, kapag walang magawa, kapag walang tao, pinupuntahan ko ang piano ko at kinakapa-kapa nang kaunti ang mga piyesang dating natutugtog ko. Mapapabuntung-hininga ako't sasabihin sa sarili, "Haaaay salamat. Wala na si Mrs. Umali.  Putang ina niya."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111838399281928707?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111838399281928707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111838399281928707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/nota.html' title='Nota'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111837849914475098</id><published>2005-06-10T12:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T12:46:20.480+08:00</updated><title type='text'>click</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://phlog.net/get_pic.php?pic=897b670232d550e45c86b67b34043968&amp;thumb=yes&amp;amp;height=100" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://phlog.net/get_pic.php?pic=89bffb6b9b5fe2ff091bc4ca7be71dbb&amp;thumb=yes&amp;height=100"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://phlog.net/get_pic.php?pic=a4e145613b54c35a6d9086af70c6d8ed&amp;thumb=yes&amp;amp;height=100" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://phlog.net/get_pic.php?pic=cd8ee5d5c7676da3114e0d01327191bc&amp;thumb=yes&amp;height=100"&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://phlog.net/get_pic.php?pic=9c35da076e9c44e9c165651700f97756&amp;thumb=yes&amp;height=100"&lt;/img&gt;&lt;img src="http://phlog.net/get_pic.php?pic=a58d91740c3355f0fbbcb8ad848314fe&amp;thumb=yes&amp;amp;height=100" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://phlog.net/get_pic.php?pic=2ad2e546f4db0263bdaa643e98cc23d6&amp;thumb=yes&amp;amp;height=100" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://phlog.net/get_pic.php?pic=046a2fdb818e006c4997682d3373cbe0&amp;thumb=yes&amp;amp;height=100" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of these pics in my &lt;a href="http://www.phlog.net/user/felipe"&gt;phlog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111837849914475098?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111837849914475098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111837849914475098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/click.html' title='click'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111823610504674954</id><published>2005-06-08T21:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T21:08:25.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No first day funk</title><content type='html'>Noong nasa kindergarten pa ako, sobra ang takot ko sa eskwelahan. Hindi na ako sigurado pero parehong pre-school at kindergarten yata sa South Merville School ako nag-aral. At tuwing first day of classes, hindi ako makapag- &lt;em&gt;first day funk&lt;/em&gt; dahil sa gate pa lang, nakakapit na ako na parang linta sa bewang ng yaya ko. Ang natatandaan ko, takot akong maiwan sa isang silid na punung-puno ng mga bata na hindi ko kilala. Lahat naman kami, eh. Pero ako... OA ang acting ko. Daig ko pa ang batang tutuliin. At isa pa, kinakatakutan ng mga cute na mga batang katulad ko si Mommy Cura, ang may-ari ng eskwelahan, na sampung metro pa lang ang layo mo mula sa gate masisilayan mo nang naka-pamewang siya't nag-aabang ng mga batang late pumasok ng school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang una kong makilala si Mommy Cura, may isa akong tanong na kahit kailan hindi nasagot. Bakit siya tinawag na Mommy Cura, eh mas mukha naman siyang Lola? Ang sungit-sungit pa ng mukha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuwing first week ng school, iisa lang ang drama ko araw-araw. Tutulakin akong papasok ng gate ng yaya ko habang hinihila ako ng teacher ko sabay iyak na "yayaaaaaaaaaaa... ayokong pumasoooooook! Huhuhuhuhuhuhu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hikbi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hikbi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hikbi]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanggang sa dumating ang araw na tatay ko na mismo ang naghatid sa akin sa school. Eh, alanganin naman kumapit pa rin ako sa bewang ng tatay ko. Sa amin kase, habang within hearing distance pa rin ang tatay ko, bawal ang iyakan at kadramahan (kaya bawal manood ng Yagit, Flor de Luna at Anna Liza). Pwede pa sa bewang ng nanay ko. Pero sa tatay ko? Kelan ba natin naging kakampi ang tatay natin? O, ha? Doon na tumigil ang kaartehan ko. Na-realize ko din na tao din pala ang mga kaklase ko. Hindi mga batang zombie na pinatay ng Bumbay na kwentong ginagawang panakot sa akin ng yaya ko kapag ayaw kong matulog sa hapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nakakatawa dito, ganito pa rin ang ugali ko kahit na nung prep at grade 1 ako sa Don Bosco Makati. First day ko sa Don Bosco, binuhat pa ako ng driver kasama ang nanay ko at hinatid sa classroom ko. Tumigil lang ako nang mapansin kong nakatitig sa akin ang mga kaklase ko na para bang bisita ako mula sa ibang planeta. Nakakahiya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganun pa rin ang kwento kahit nung Grade 1 ako pero one day lang ang tinagal ng drama ko dahil salbahe mga teacher sa Don Bosco. Namamalo at pinagmumura ang mga bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung minsan, parang ganito pa rin ako hanggang ngayon. Hindi yung nagwawala at kumakapit sa yaya, ha. Yun bang may kinakatakutan pero hindi alam kung ano o bakit. Minsan, ang dahilan ng takot ay ang kakulangan sa kaalaman. Pero kahit anong pagtakas o kadramahang gawin mo, sasalubong at sasalubong pa rin ito sa iyo at wala kang magagawa kundi harapin ang mga kinakatakutan mo. Kung pipilitin mo mang takasan, hindi ka rin magiging masaya sa buhay mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHIKA!  Ala-Charo Santos ba?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111823610504674954?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111823610504674954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111823610504674954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/no-first-day-funk.html' title='No first day funk'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111823319670450845</id><published>2005-06-08T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T20:22:31.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ang baboy ko!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://drawapig.desktopcreatures.com/gallery/large.asp?id=439482&amp;p=0&amp;amp;amp;amp;hof=1&amp;amp;q=personality+test"&gt;&lt;img src="http://drawapig.desktopcreatures.com/gallery/2005/6/8/439482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111823319670450845?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111823319670450845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111823319670450845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/ang-baboy-ko.html' title='ang baboy ko!'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111798672373184132</id><published>2005-06-05T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:52:03.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In passing</title><content type='html'>RD and I had coffee... or rather, TEA... at The Coffee Bean in ATC a little after my dinner with the family.  As we were blabbing about a thousand things, while he amazingly reviews at the same time for his refresher exams tomorrow, he mentioned in passing that his Dad died just less than 2 months ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for some sourceless guilt's reason, I kept on saying sorry to him.  I really was sorry for bringing it up.  It must have been more serious than his break-up with his boyfriend.  I think I said a thousand sorry's until he tapped me on the head with a fold  of paper to shut up.   That's the problem with me.  If I don't have any good words to say to compliment a guilt, because I'm not gifted with words, I would mechanically say sorry over and over again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I hate being me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi kami close but RD and I are good friends, kahit na wala pang dalawang buwan kaming magkakilala.  Good enough para akbayan at sabihan na may kaibigan kang maasahang makikiramay sa iyo kung kinakailangan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang senti.  Sheht!  Change topic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my sister-in-law over dinner that there's a "new" thing called mesolipo.  Eh, pucha, naunahan na pala niya ako.  Naka dalawang sessions na pala siya!  React naman si Kuya at nanay ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kuya:  "Ha?  Mesolipo?  Kailangan mo ba???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako:  "Oo.  Kapag nagsi-swimming kase ako hanggang bewang ang linulutangang ko kase may salbabida ako."  (Of course, that was a joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:   "'Wag mong gawin yan!  Baka mamatay ka!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako:  "Mommy naman.  Ba't si Ate hindi naman namatay?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy:  (isip konti tapos biglang sagot...)  "Nagsisimba siya kaya hindi siya namatay.  Ikaw, hindi ka nagsisimba kaya delikado ka!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;end of topic&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111798672373184132?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111798672373184132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111798672373184132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-passing.html' title='In passing'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111796189158983484</id><published>2005-06-05T16:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T16:58:11.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I almost forgot...</title><content type='html'>I now got retainers!  Honestly, I was hoping for another torturous relationship with dental braces (I had them when I was a kid) para pa-cute at kunwari 10 years younger (hihihihi) but my dentist and my ortho say (mag-asawa kase sila) that it's not necessary.  I went for my regular check-up on my pearly whites last wednesday and my dentist noticed some gaps between my teeth (upper jaw).  She suggested that I get retainers.  And 2 hours later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/Eu001.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harharharhar.  Pwede na ba ako mag-audition para sa Shutter part 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, you're intelligent enough to know that I edited this picture... uhm, right???)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111796189158983484?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111796189158983484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111796189158983484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-almost-forgot.html' title='I almost forgot...'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111795426394843762</id><published>2005-06-05T15:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:51:21.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shutter et al.</title><content type='html'>When I was watching NGIINIG the other night, the show would promote this horror flick from Thailand called SHUTTER, being shown in some cinemas right now in the metro, every commercial break. Being a horror flick chaser that I am (pero duwag naman), I got interested in seeing that movie... kahit ba mapagod ako sa kababasa ng sub-titles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. M and I were having dinner at Pancakehouse in Ayala Alabang branch when I remembered about my intent to watch Shutter while looking at the movie posters hanging on the walls. I checked on Clickthecity.com on my Globe WAP (o, di ba? i-adversite ko pa. Ehehe ehehe) to check on the movie scheds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched it at the Festival mall. Di na ako nagulat na hindi puno yung theater. Konti lang naman yata nakaka-alam about the movie. ANYWAY, it was a good enough horror movie. Ilang beses din kami nag-duet ni Mr. M sa kasisigaw. And I wasn't sure if the audience was laughing at themselves after screaming at a shocker scene or at us at the way we scream like daisies. Harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all that screaming and laughing made us exhausted. We just cuddled in bed the rest of the night. It was nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bathed my dogs this afternoon (just when I was sure that the sun was gonna come out) and I had a hell of a time because of my injured finger. Wala na pala silang doggie shampoo. Kaya ang ginamit ko yung shampoo na nasa banyo near the swimming pool. Yung Rejoice! Kaya ang buhok nila ngayon maabango na, wala pang sabit! Pwede na nila sabayan si Sandara sa kasasayaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arf! Arf!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family is eatting out for dinner tonight. Wala na kaming cook. She went back to the province. Kaya... wala na akong merienda. Waaaaaaah!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngapala, I did some shopping again yesterday afternoon sa aking suking &lt;a href="http://www.clickthecity.com/yp/detail.asp?shopid=4957"&gt;tindahan&lt;/a&gt; sa ATC and sana... super SANA to the maximum degree... magamit ko na nang matagal ang mga pinamili ko. Kase ang nanyayari after about 3 washings parang hindi na nagkakasya yung ibang mga damit ko. Now I dunno if my clothes shrunk... or if I've gotten fatter. But either case, it BAAAAAD. And this belly problem is not get any better, ha. Lalo na ngayong hindi ako pwede munang mag-gym while my finger is still "not in order" (parang banyo?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more siomai (but keep the Chinese boys comin'! Oh ho ho ho ho yeah!). No more fries (Sorry McDo, pero friends pa rin tayo, ok?). No more lechon (nagmumukha na akong lechon... or at least yung beel-beel ko lang). No more pork adobo (oh, how I love adobo... Mmmmm....!). And no more alcohol for me (Vodka brothers... you will be missed. Hail to Russia!). Huhuhuhuhu. Ang lupit mabuhay sa mundong ito! Huhuhuhuhu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saan ba mas mura ang mesolipo????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111795426394843762?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111795426394843762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111795426394843762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/shutter-et-al.html' title='Shutter et al.'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111771672800455723</id><published>2005-06-02T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T20:52:08.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random</title><content type='html'>After seeing Madagascar last saturday, &lt;em&gt;Move It&lt;/em&gt; has become my everyday song... next to &lt;em&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;/em&gt; (ehehe ehehe). And the guy behind the voice of King Julien is Sacha Baron Cohen. If you're not familiar with that actor, maybe the name ALI G (from Da Ali G Show fame) might ring a bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, ha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke my left pointer finger last three nights ago and it hurts a lot! Kaya hindi rin ako maka post. Kase hindi ako maka-type! Anong nanyari? Simple lang. Naipit finger ko sa bathroom door sa kamamadaling saguting ang telepono ko. Ayan, nangitim na nail ko. Yak!  I had my finger checked yesterday at the village clinic and the doctor said she couldn't do anything about it na. Had I put ice on it right after the accident, it would have healed faster. Eh sa katangahan ko, tinulugan ko na lang yung sakit. Siguro nakatulog lang ako kase hinimatay na ako sa kirot. Maghe-heal na lang daw ito pero matagal. Waaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't go to the gym kase kumikirot kapag tumatakbo ako. Mas lalong di ako pwedeng magbuhat. I can't swim either. Lolobo nanaman ako nito! Babawas-bawasan ko na muna ang siomai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Condolence na lang sa mga daliri ko dahil mamatayan yata sila ng kapatid na finger nail.   Waaaaaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still thinking of going back to the beach.  ANY beach.  Huling hirit, kumbaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I've been hearing raves about this game called DotA, I think I'm gonna check it out this weekend.  As long as it doesn't require a significant use of my pointer finger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday na bukas!  Haaaaay.  Thank God for weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111771672800455723?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111771672800455723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111771672800455723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/random.html' title='Random'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111770618765365714</id><published>2005-06-02T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T17:56:27.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>r u... feeseekahlee fit?</title><content type='html'>I like to move it, move it&lt;br /&gt;I like to move it, move it&lt;br /&gt;I like to move it, move it&lt;br /&gt;Ya like to ("Move it")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat 2 more times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(talking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All girls all over the world,&lt;br /&gt;original Mad Stuntman pon ya case man!&lt;br /&gt;I love how all girls a move them body,&lt;br /&gt;and when ya move ya body, and move it,&lt;br /&gt;nice and sweet and sexy, alright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya cute, and you don't need no make up,&lt;br /&gt;original cute body you a mek man mud up. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Physically fit, physically fit,&lt;br /&gt;physically, physically, physically fit&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Physically fit, physically fit,&lt;br /&gt;physically, physically, physically fit&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Ya nice, sweet energetic&lt;br /&gt;Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic&lt;br /&gt;Woman! Ya nice, sweet, fantastic&lt;br /&gt;Big ship on de ocean that a big titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya cute, and you don't need no make up,&lt;br /&gt;original cute body you a mek man mud up. (x2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eye liner - pon ya face a mek man mud up&lt;br /&gt;Nose powder - pon ya face a mek man mud up&lt;br /&gt;Pluck ya eyebrow - pon ya face a mek man mud up&lt;br /&gt;Gal ya lipstick - pon ya face a mek man mud up&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya nice broad face,&lt;br /&gt;and ya nice hip, make man flip and bust up them lip.&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya nice an energetic,&lt;br /&gt;big ship pon de ocean that a big titanic.&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya nice broad face,&lt;br /&gt;and ya nice hip, make man flip and bust up them lip.&lt;br /&gt;Woman ya nice and energetic,&lt;br /&gt;big ship pon de ocean that a big titanic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111770618765365714?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111770618765365714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111770618765365714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/06/r-u-feeseekahlee-fit.html' title='r u... feeseekahlee fit?'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111753021089308801</id><published>2005-05-31T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:03:30.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol</title><content type='html'>Ito... &lt;a href="http://thousandbars.blogspot.com/"&gt;ITO&lt;/a&gt; ang TUNAY na AMERICAN IDOL!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Man 1/2 Way in Quest to Visit 1,000 Bars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;By LARRY McSHANE, Associated Press Writer Mon May 30, 6:56 AM ET&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;NEW YORK - A bit of barroom philosophy, courtesy of Dan Freeman: The longest journey begins with but a single sip. Freeman should know. The Brooklynite set out Jan. 1 to visit 1,000 bars in a single year, a cocktail lounge quest that began with one scotch and soda in Mike's Pelham Grill.&lt;br /&gt;ADVERTISEMENT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barely five months and 499 bars later, the Don Quixote of drink is halfway to completing his boozy impossible dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why 1,000 bars, you ask? Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There wasn't any grand scheme," explained Freeman, a tall draft beer in hand at bar No. 500, The Gate in Brooklyn. "I just wanted to see how many bars you could hit in a year, and 1,000 seemed reasonable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The retired computer consultant launched a simultaneous blog about his pursuit, converting Freeman into a semi-cult cyber star. Several online fans greeted Freeman at The Gate recently, getting their pictures taken or sharing a drink and a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm jealous as all hell of you," said Dan Ross of Brooklyn, sipping a beer and shaking Freeman's free hand. Another fan offered this post on the blog: "Congrats to you and your liver."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeman, no surprise, is a character — charming, gregarious, well-traveled. He sported a baseball cap plugging "Fiji Bitter, The Sportsman's Beer." He wore a bright blue and orange shirt, with his quick smile flashing often through a white beard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He aims to visit four or five bars a day, although that number varies. He's knocked back a Sam Adams at the Raccoon Lodge in lower Manhattan, a sake at the Kotobuki Bistro in Brooklyn, and a gin and tonic at Hobson's Choice in Hoboken, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as much fun as it sounds. Or so Freeman insisted, a smile spreading across his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Some days it's like work," he said. "You look up and it's, 'Ah, 1 p.m., I'd better go hit my five bars.' It's really more fun than anything, going around and talking to people."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His one-day high was 12 bars in 12 hours during a Mexican vacation, and quite a high it was. But his wife, Yum Chin, said Freeman has generally behaved during his party of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He's been pretty responsible," Chin said, "with a few lapses we won't talk about."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeman is quick to observe this is no 12-month bender. He generally has but one drink in a bar. He never counts the same bar twice, and each place must have an actual bar where he can sit and order a drink. A cocktail with dinner, seated at a table, is invalid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you stop to think, I'm drinking 3 or 4 beers a day," he said. "I'm not pounding down a fifth. It sounds like a lot more alcohol consumption than it is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freeman, who spends much of his time walking between bars, said he's actually lost three pounds since January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He scribbles down his notes about each bar on a tiny white pad, or sometimes on recipe cards. Mostly, he offers a brief description and a notation about his drink. Like No. 458, the Reade Street Pub:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A long, narrow, fairly dark place. Wood-grained Formica bar with tile foot rests. Shaded globe lights hang over the bar. The wall behind the bar is paneled with mirrors ... I had a Reade Street Ale. How could I not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given his current pace, Freeman hopes to finish his work early. Tentative plans are for a midtown Manhattan visit to bar No. 1,000 on Dec. 4, his 61st birthday, although he remains philosophical about that, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's like somebody posted on my blog ... 'If you don't have a dream, how can you make a dream come true?'" Freeman said. "I'm not sure exactly how that translates to this, but OK." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111753021089308801?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111753021089308801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111753021089308801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/american-idol.html' title='American Idol'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111750200642272943</id><published>2005-05-31T08:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T09:20:35.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natter natter natter</title><content type='html'>Bakit yung ibang "bisexual" sa downelink at connexion  mukhang parlorista?  HARSH!  Ehehe ehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's disappointing to know that DL got degraded from cool to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jolkwating&lt;/span&gt; (imbento ko!). Like what KayDee told me a few days back, "Ang dami nang J****s sa DL. Nakakainis!" Well, it's free. It's non-exclusive. Anyone can log in. Kumbaga, it's public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for looking for a cool PLU gang from Alabang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me. I miss my Southies!!!! If you're reading this, INUMAN NAMAN TAYO PLEASE??? 2 weeks na akong walang alcohol. This is baaaaaad, I tell you. Baaaaddddd!! Bring your boyfriends, lovers, flings, playmates, dates and Snuffleupaguses (wehhhhhhh kekekekekeke). Please, please, please! Labas tayo! Ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying home today. I'm sick-o. I hate this. Ah wait! NOW, I can read my horror books and scare myself to death. Hmmm... anong mas masakit? Atakihin sa asthma? Atakihin sa puso? O, mag laslas ng pulso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that's a good idea.  Walang tulugaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnn...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh by the way.  My brother's arriving this afternoon.  There will be a terrible war in the dark corners of  Alabang.  Darth Vader lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111750200642272943?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111750200642272943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111750200642272943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/natter-natter-natter.html' title='Natter natter natter'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111746701720539465</id><published>2005-05-30T22:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T23:30:17.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so and so</title><content type='html'>I'm not exactly happy with my life now, but I'm not in the border of doing something nasty like taking a second slice on that pumping little nerve on my wrist.  Oh, no.  My boyfriend is the only person keeping me sound right now, with all the family and work boo-hoos happening in the background.  Weekend is definitely the only time I can take a rest and/or have fun.  And friends are my only hope, next to my boyfriend of course, who can cheer me up after a blitzy week . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past week, I have been very sickly.  Most likely this is due to work and my lack of sleep.  Or maybe because I worry too much about everything.  I'm just concerned that the skin breaks on my face will get worse.  It's a horrible thought that the dillema I had back in high school will happen again... 10 years later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another depressing scene.  One of my fish is dying.  I dunno what variety it is but it's as big as my gold fishies.  It has been with me for about 2 years.  Ah... death.  Such a heartrending fact of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a Volvo S40.  No, not the new 2.4 li 5-cylinder type (That would be waaaaaaaay out of my league..  I'm still poor).  The old one!  The first released model back in 1997 or 98.  Yung 1.8 lang.  Hehe.  Siguro mura lang yun ngayon, katapat na lang ng Altis ko.  We had that model when it was promoted in the country, and kept it for about 3  years.   It was our first automatic gasoline-fueled car and my Dad thought it  glugs too much on gas since by then we have gotten used to the  more economical (yet less environment friendly) diesel fueled cars (and it's ironic that my Dad was thinking that way now that we have 3 V6 cars and a 2.5l 5-cylinder chunker).   But I've always liked that car.   It's very comfortable to drive and the instruments are very simple.  And it's not too big... just right for my cute size (hehe).  PLUS it has a built-in Bose audio system specifically designed for that car. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But my Mom has this thing against buying 2nd-hand cars (kahit pera ko na!), and she has this talent of convincing THE WHOLE PLANET to believe in what she believes in.  Were you able to grasp that one?  Basta, kase she's from Sta. Rosa Laguna kaya she taaaaaaaaalks a lotttt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooops I'm done na with my make-up, I gotta go na!  You're such a great conversationalist. Grabe.  You're so intelligent.  Hope to see you this afternoon, ha?  Dito ka muna sa aking bag."&lt;br /&gt;- Aia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111746701720539465?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111746701720539465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111746701720539465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-and-so.html' title='so and so'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111725229754511303</id><published>2005-05-28T11:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:59:28.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I dunno why but...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/isha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I find her HOT. Like, bond chick HOT. Pero hindi yung tipong tinitigasan na ako ng utong, ha.  Excuse me!  I still have my rainbow flag waving above my pwet (hihihihihi).  But just look at those lips. They're so Angelina-ish!  And her face. Gawd. Even if she doesn't mean to, she looks HOT. She's like a wholesome porn figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she's got a COOL CD too. She's our own version of Tori Amos (minus the man-bashing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Artist:&lt;/strong&gt; Isha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Album:&lt;/strong&gt; Time and Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rating:&lt;/strong&gt; un-pornographically HOT. Basta galeng. Go get your own copy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111725229754511303?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111725229754511303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111725229754511303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-dunno-why-but.html' title='I dunno why but...'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111725034449587474</id><published>2005-05-28T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T11:19:04.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Magnanakaw!</title><content type='html'>While waiting for my dinner last night, at around 6:30pm, my phone rang. It was an over-seas call from my sister-in-law. She wanted me to go to our office &lt;i&gt;as soon as possible&lt;/i&gt; to check on what's happening with her staff. Apparently, a robbery of some sort was reported to her earlier by her office manager, a 6-digit peso value of foreign currencies is missing, and she wanted me to investigate since she and my brother won't be back until Monday from their vacation. It was most likely an inside job. To make a long story short, I hold all 10 staff personnel as suspects and I have no clue as to how to put up proof as who-did-what. Anyway, they're my brother's staff and they're his problem. But since I still went through with the individual interrogations last night (as requested by my brother), my spirits went downhill. To make things worse, I was so hungry, I couldn't think properly. It was an unpleasant feeling questioning each one of them as if all of them did the crime. But as someone making an analysis, that's really how it is supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9:30pm, I decided that we all go home since the supposed "robbery" happened the previous day pa pala (DuH-UH!). Our cook messaged me asking if I was going to have dinner at home. I was about to call her when RD messaged me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tapos na ako gym.  Dinner tayo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then an idea came up. I invited him over for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RD met my Mom. He said that for a 72-year old woman, she looks so young. After dinner, we hung out in my room.  He saw my copy of his high school year book and skimmed through it. We laughed at the silly little things about our alma matter.  Stuff about our school that was there more than 10 years ago!   Reminiscing the good old days.  It was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take in that no matter how miserable your day has become, there will always be at least one friend who will (unconsciously) cheer you up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111725034449587474?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111725034449587474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111725034449587474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/magnanakaw.html' title='Magnanakaw!'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111718842556555141</id><published>2005-05-27T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T18:07:05.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kung... Kung... Kung...</title><content type='html'>Kung naging matalino ako, naging duktor sana ako.  Eh kaso, high school chemistry pa lang, bagsak na ako.  As in PULA.  Pero, kung sa bagay, halos kalahati ng batch naman namin ay bumagsak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigla kong naisip ngayon ang tungkol sa pagdu-duktor dahil 3 (minus 1) sa aking mga kaibigan ay doctors, at ang BF ko, si Mr. M.,  med student.  Akala ko dati noong bata ako madali ang trabaho.  Ibig ko sabihin, dati ang akala ko basta doctor ka, yayaman ka.  Hindi pala.  Taon pa pala ang aanihin mo bago ka magiging magaling na doctor.  Hindi lahat ng doctor may opisina't sekretarya.  At yung napapanood natin sa ER sa TV dati?  Ganun talaga ang doctor.  Parating napa-praning.  Parating harassed sa trabaho.  Lalo na sa E.R.  At daig pa ang nagtatrabaho sa Call Center sa gulo ng schedule.  At ang pinakanakakagulat diyan, hindi malaki ang sahod ng doctors dito.  Kaya naman maraming lumalabas ng bansa.  Kaya naman balak nina Raymund lumabas din ng bansa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakalungkot naman.  Mababawasan pa yata ako ng kaibigan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sama ng linggo ko.  Nitong buong linggo, ang hina ng katawan ko.  Nag-umpisa sa ubo.  Tapos sinundan ng insomnia na nagresulta naman sa pagka-antok ko tuwing hapon.  Hanggang ngayon may kaunting ubo pa rin ako.  Hindi ko alam kung sisisihin ko ang malabong panahon natin ngayon o ang madalas na matuyuan ako ng pawis sa likod.  Mangyari kapag nasa labas ako, sobra ang init.  At pag pasok ko naman sa kotche, para na akong nasa loob ng refrigerator.  Ewan ko ba dito sa mga driver ko kung bakit para bang lumalamon sila ng lamig.  Ang hilig i-todo ang aircon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako sigurado kung guni-guni ko lang ito o ano pero kagabi may tinatahulan si Max sa garahe.  At yung tinatahulan niya, sumasagot din ng tahol.  Inisip ko na inaaway lang niya sa tahol ang Shih Tzu  ng kapit-bahay namin (na madalas tumatambay sa balcony nila).  Pero kakaiba ang tahol niya.  Para bang may kasamang hangin.  Sasawayin ko sana si Max upang tumigil na sa pagkakahol (o kaya makipag harutan bago ako matulog).  Pero pagkalabas ko ng kwarto, napansin ko na yung tahol ng Shih Tzu, para bang nanggagaling sa bandang swimming pool namin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At biglang naalala ko si Robin.  Yun ang tambayan niya dati.  Ang paligid ng swimming pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INAY!  Yung moo-moo yata ni Robin dinadalaw si Max kagabi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya bumalik na lang ako ng kwarto at baka makita ko pa ang duguang moo-moo ng aso ko.  Miss ko siya pero please lang, wag na niya ako dalawin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111718842556555141?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111718842556555141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111718842556555141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/kung-kung-kung.html' title='Kung... Kung... Kung...'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111710229041492533</id><published>2005-05-26T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T22:27:04.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't get enough!</title><content type='html'>... of this song! (... and the boys... err... the boy lang pala on the right. Ehehe ehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to share this video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed name="RAOCXplayer" pluginspage="http://www.microsoft.com/Windows" src="http://www.angelfire.com/mac/lilecko/cerealmilk.wmv" type="video/x-ms-wmv" displaysize="1" enablecontextmenu="0" autoplay="false" autosize="false" showstatusbar="1" showcontrols="1"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111710229041492533?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111710229041492533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111710229041492533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/cant-get-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t get enough!'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111700936995896856</id><published>2005-05-25T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T16:22:49.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Milk and Cereal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I found this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://f2.pg.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/modemchat/vwp2?.tok=bcGWDYVBWBr3patG&amp;.dir=/mp3&amp;amp;.dnm=Milk+and+Cereal.mp3&amp;.src=bc"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; from a downelink profile.  Look for &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.downelink.com/member/profile.aspx?id=74941"&gt;Moody&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; from Australia.  The 2 kids from the homemade music video on his URL are just so cute and FUNNEE!  Anyway, I  got hooked on the song and can't seem to get it out of my head.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by: G. Love &amp; Special Sauce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;milk and cereal&lt;br /&gt;Cereal and milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Cereal, Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Cereal and Milk, Cereal and Milk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want my Wheaties&lt;br /&gt;Give 'em to the needy&lt;br /&gt;Feelin kinda greedy&lt;br /&gt;I keep em for myself (X9)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Grapenuts for grandma&lt;br /&gt;(grandma eats a bran muffin)&lt;br /&gt;Mom likes Special K&lt;br /&gt;You cant pinch an inch (X7)&lt;br /&gt;They're magically delicious&lt;br /&gt;Keep your hands off my Lucky charms&lt;br /&gt;(pink hearts, yellow moons,blue diamonds, green clovers)&lt;br /&gt;A is for Apple J is for Jack&lt;br /&gt;You step on a crack&lt;br /&gt;Youll break your mamas' back&lt;br /&gt;Rice Krispies&lt;br /&gt;Blue Berries&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Boo Berry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Cereal and Milk&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Stereo&lt;br /&gt;Stereo Stereo&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Cereal and Milk&lt;br /&gt;(Cheerio-eo-eo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning&lt;br /&gt;At your table&lt;br /&gt;Milk and Cereal&lt;br /&gt;Snap Crackle Pop (X7)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs (X8)&lt;br /&gt;Trix are for kids! (X11)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning&lt;br /&gt;At your table&lt;br /&gt;(Milk and Cereal)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Grapenuts for Grandma&lt;br /&gt;Grandma eats a Bran Muffin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that FUN??  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111700936995896856?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111700936995896856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111700936995896856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/milk-and-cereal.html' title='Milk and Cereal'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111694567970780723</id><published>2005-05-24T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:41:19.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pahabol</title><content type='html'>Noong panahon ko (not so long ago, FYI!!!!!!), ang first day of classes sa La Salle (sa MAIN, ha) ay June 1.  Bad trip na sa amin yun dahil kami ang pinaka-unang nag-uumpisa ng pasukan (at pinaka huli pang nagtatapos ng school year... as in Holy Week na, may pasok pa rin kami).  Pero kanina, nang napadaan ako sa Manila area (may natatandaan din naman pala ako sa events ko ngayong araw... ehehe ehehe) para sa branch namin doon, gulat ako sa dami ng boys... este, students na nasa area ng La Salle.  Akala ko enrollment lang.  Yun pala, kahapon pa lang, pasukan na sa kanila! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra na.  Grabe.  Overrrrr! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yon lang naman.  Sige.  Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111694567970780723?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111694567970780723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111694567970780723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/pahabol.html' title='Pahabol'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111694507875600595</id><published>2005-05-24T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:31:18.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blankong Araw</title><content type='html'>May mga pagkakataon na hindi ko maintindihan ang mga kilos ko. Kung bakit ko ginawa ang ganito, o bakit ako pumunta sa ganyan. Alam mo ba yung mga paksa ng araw mo na kung saan hindi ka nag-iisip? Yung para bang tinatamad ka nang mag-isip pero gumagalaw ka pa rin. Kumikilos ka pa rin. Nagtatrabaho ka pa rin. Ito ang isa sa mga araw na yun para sa akin. Ewan ko ba. Gumising ako kaninang umaga at parang walang kamalay-malay, heto na ako ngayon sa harap ng computer, tapos na ang trabaho, lumubog na ang araw, malapit nang matulog at... wala ako matandaan sa kung ano talaga ginawa ko ngayong araw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang talaga siguro ako mood maging tao ngayon.   Kanina kase halos hindi na ako makabangon. Hindi dahil sa sobrang himbing, ha. Kundi sa sobrang sabik sa kama ko. Gumising ako kaning umaga bilang isang kama! Mangyari, itong mga nakaraang mga araw, konti na lang ang nakukuha kong tulog. Maraming kadahilanan. Nandiyan na ang insomnia, nandiyan na ang kaiisip ko sa mga kaibigan ko, nandiyan ang pag-aalala ko sa isa pang kaibigan. At siyempre, nandiyan ang sobrang pagka-miss sa Mr. Chuva ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dapat pupunta sana ako sa gym kanina, after dinner. Kahapon ko pa plano 'to. Pero tinamaan ako ng katamaran nang biglang umulan. Naka-shorts na ako't lahat, ha.  Well, bukod pa diyan sinermonan ako ng nanay ko na mamatay-matay na ako sa ubo ko eh susugod pa rin ako sa gym. Honga naman. Kaya hindi na lang ako nag-gym. Nakipag harutan na lang ako sa mga aso ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...at lumala ang ubo ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo libre ang schedule ko bukas. Sana wala na akong ubo. Grrrrr. Well, nag-improve naman kahit na paano. May boses na ako ngayon. Kahapon, ka-boses ko si Bella Flores. Ngayon, ka-boses ko na nanay ko!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111694507875600595?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111694507875600595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111694507875600595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/blankong-araw.html' title='Blankong Araw'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111684531617509292</id><published>2005-05-23T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T18:48:36.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chenes lang</title><content type='html'>I had an alcohol free weekend.  Kung kailan pa ako hindi nabasbasan ng beer, ngayon pa ako nagkasakit!  Well, actually, since Friday pa akong masama ang pakiramdam.  Hindi lang bumibigay yung katawan ko.  Kaya kahit sabado, lumabas pa rin ako kasama ni Mr. Chuva ko.  We helped CM move his stuff in San Pedro to FC's place.  Kilig ako for them  They're now officially living together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwww. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FC invited some if his friends over.  Medyo hilo-hilo na ako sa puyat by midnight, at parang binibisita na ako ng asthma ko sa usok.  Bilib naman ako sa tropang 'to.  Kahit na mga sing songers on the hills of the sound of music (at kailangang alagaan ang mga lalamunan), ang lalakas pa rin mag-yosi!  Parang Doctor na chain smoker, o kaya Psychiatrist na rapist, o kaya Presidente ng Pilipinas na college drop out, o kaya Marriage Counselor na hiwalay sa asawa.  How ironic.  Honestly, at one point muntik na akong masuka kase feeling ko instead na mag fly away yung usok sa balcony ng room ni FC, eh na higop ng aking munting ilong ang lahat ng usok sa kwarto.  Hehe.  Pero ok lang.  I had to go home na rin.  Kaya fly kami ni Mr. Chuva back  in the arms of Alabang, at ATTACK sa 24 hours Hen Lin sa ATC.  Wala pang 1am, nasa bahay na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish CM and FC all the best.  Kakaingit grabe.  But still, kilig pa rin ako for them.  Awwwww.  :)  :)  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning, I gave Dexter and Max a bath, kahit na ngarag-ngarag na ako sa ubo ko.  Cute talaga ni Max.  Gawin bang bath thub ang balde?  Kasyang-kasya naman kase siya, eh.  Hehe.  After lunch, I brought them to the vet.  They were both due for deworming treatments.  And once again, I amazed myself.  I brought both of them to the vet all by myself!  As in binuhat ko si Dexter sa likod ng pick-up tapos si Max katabi ko sa loob.  Dexter, FYI, is an over wieghed Labrador.  Tapos (GASP!) manual transmission pa yung pick-up.  HAGGARD!  Kahit na tumirik ako ng dalawang beses (ahaha ahaha), nakarating pa rin ako sa paroroonan.  Isn't it amazing when you're going to an appointment, it takes like almost forever to get there.  But when it's time to go home, parang ang bilis-bilis na?  Hmmmmm....  Well ANYWAY, it took 3 people to get Max to swallow the deworming pills.  Super kulit kase eh tapos halos wala pa siyang panga kaya hindi alam kung saan siya hahawakan sa ulo.  He's a PUG kase, eh!  Dexter naman eats almost anything so they didn't have a problem giving him the medicine/s. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our trip home, Max was just standing on the front passenger seat on his hind legs while leaning on his door, just staring at the moving world outside, parang bata.... just like what Robin used to do when I go around driving with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And NOW.  Kumakanta na ako ng iba't-ibang tono ng ubo.  Pucha.  Ayoko nang magkasakit!  Bad trip talaga, o.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111684531617509292?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111684531617509292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111684531617509292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/chenes-lang.html' title='Chenes lang'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111665194324918698</id><published>2005-05-21T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T13:05:43.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Little messenger</title><content type='html'>My iPaq was just sitting on it's cradle when suddenly it's alarm turned on.  I thought it was a low battery reminder but then it was charging on it's cradle.  I looked at the screen and it said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Robin's vet appointment tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwwwwwwww.  I miss my dog!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti nanaman ako.  Huuuuuuu....  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm gonna stay in bed na lang until the sun sets.    :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111665194324918698?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111665194324918698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111665194324918698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/little-messenger.html' title='Little messenger'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111659845257381561</id><published>2005-05-20T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T22:14:12.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarap Mo... errrr... Beer</title><content type='html'>At muling napatitig nanaman ako sa dingding. Isip-isip. Esep-esep. Natutuwa ako na may mga bago akong nakikilalang mga kaibigan. At pasalamat na lang ako sa Diyos para sa kanila. Mga mabubuti silang mga tao. Disente.  Masarap kausap.  Masasayang kasama. At higit sa lahat, masarap kainuman!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of which, nakita niyo na ba ang poster na ito????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yannbautista.com/commercial/images/a1_ice_beer_san_miguel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ayos, 'no????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111659845257381561?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111659845257381561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111659845257381561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/sarap-mo-errrr-beer.html' title='Sarap Mo... errrr... Beer'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111656657525562008</id><published>2005-05-20T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:22:55.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabong</title><content type='html'>Para akong manok na pang sabong ngayong araw.  Lahat na lang yata inaway ko.  Ultimo calculator inaway ko.  Yung dalawang aso ko na lang yata hindi ko pa inaaway.  This must be due to my lack of sleep.  Kase naman, nadala ako sa Star Wars frenzy na ito at kahit 10:30pm na lang ang naabutan kong screening sa ATC, pinanood ko pa rin.  Biruin mo ba naman, sa limang cinema, lahat puno!  Grover!  (Grabe na, over pa... how 90's... hehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng kaibigan ko ang Sith daw ay yung mga evil doers.  Yung para bang kalaban ng mga care bears.  Ganun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use Sith in a sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sith!  Fucki'n SITH talaga.  May ipokrita nanamang nagbabasa ng blog ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still deciding if I should go to the gym tonight,  meet up with my &lt;em&gt;chuva&lt;/em&gt; or sleep na lang.   Siguro swimming na lang ako.  Or maybe walk the dogs.  Or maybe buy a bottle of rum and mix my own rum-coke... (I'll take it easy on the coke, of course) or maybe... or maybe... or maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay!  I forgot to pick up my laundry yesterday! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a good laugh.  Sobrang init ng ulo ko kaninang umaga, depressed naman ako ngayon.  SITH talaga.  Someone give me a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;hug&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna help CM move his stuff  tomorrow night.  He's officially moving in with FC.  O kay saya.  Buti pa sila may love nest.  Hihihihihihi. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta keep awake, keep awake!  100 more tasks to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111656657525562008?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111656657525562008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111656657525562008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/sabong.html' title='sabong'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111649496059867790</id><published>2005-05-19T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T17:29:20.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ganda...!!!</title><content type='html'>2005 Ford Mustang GT Deluxe Coupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://us.autos1.yimg.com/img.autos.yahoo.com/aic/ford_mustang_gtdeluxecoupe_2005_385x192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111649496059867790?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111649496059867790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111649496059867790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/ganda.html' title='Ganda...!!!'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111649011422867508</id><published>2005-05-19T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T16:08:34.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>harharhar</title><content type='html'>Forgive me.  I just have to rant about this.  Kanina pa ako natatawa talaga sa isang taong 'to and I can't go on with my work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this guy on DL na super mega rataratarataratatatatatat pose ng semi nude pics.  Eh, MY GADSSSSS naman.  Ang taba-taba.  Ang laki-laki ng pwet.  At hindi rin kagandahan, ha.  Tapos 5th or 6th account na niya yata ito kase parati siyang tinatangal ng operators ng DL.  Nagtataka siya to death (as is super mega WHY OH WHY ang drama) kung bakit eh hindi naman siya minor (at hindi din siya mukhang minor, ABER).  Ang gusto ko isagot sa kanya ay ganito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ineng, kaya ka naba-ban sa DL kase naman.... my gulay,  bago ka mag-pose ng mga pictures na magpapatalbog sa sikmura ni Rosanna Roces, siguraduhin mo munang nailuwa na ng sistema mo yung lechong nilamutak mo nang maghanda ang lola mo nung bagong taon na pumasok ang bagong milenyo.  Sore eyes, MAJOR, ha.  Subukan mong mag-gym man lang, ok?  Please?  You give PLU a bad name.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At humabol pa ang lola with a bulletine message:  "Check out my new pics." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At &lt;em&gt;Check it out&lt;/em&gt; nga talaga.  As in pang-check OUT... OUT.... OUTSIDE please. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you have to admire this guy na rin.  Meron siyang LAKAS NG LOOB na ibandera ang dapat hindi na dapat ibinabandera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaay.  Ayan.  Bahala na kung sino ang makaka-relate.  Basta, ayan.  Nasabi ko na.  I can go back to work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Harharharharhar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111649011422867508?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111649011422867508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111649011422867508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/harharhar.html' title='harharhar'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111615393307355664</id><published>2005-05-15T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T20:01:12.493+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Halo BED  :)</title><content type='html'>It's another drunken weekend, of course. Thanks to my best friend, Beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Beer. Thanks for the company. You're the best, grabe. I love you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too, consumer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless San Miguel.  Such a good saint.  Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I forget, congratulations to &lt;a href="http://www.bocceli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bocelli &lt;/a&gt;for an excellent performace last night. Mas konti nga lang kayo pero para sa akin pinaka eksakto ang tono niyo compared to the other groups. No kidding! Yan ang sinabi ko kay Low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my tropa and I (with my dear dear JJ, of course) first went to Halo in Makati. I wasn't really interested to go there... as in stay for more than 30 minutes... since it's a &lt;em&gt;straight&lt;/em&gt; club. And we all know how boring straight people are, RIGHT?? But who are we to resist &lt;strong&gt;free beer&lt;/strong&gt;?  THEN I saw a beautiful picture on the wall.  A poster of Vodka Ice.   Actually, Smirnoff Vodka Ice yun (na kapag bumili ka ng tatlong bottles nun, may libreng Smirnoff CD ka... bongga).  But it still looked NICE.   Pucha, 180 pesos doon ang Vodka Ice??? Crazy. Bumili naman ako.  Ganda kase ng picture, sheht!  Harharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay sarap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went to Bed in Malate. Kahit may tama, drive pa rin ako.  Siyempre, packed ang place. And it's outrageous as usual. Had more beer and Bedtime Stories.   Saw &lt;a href="http://boholboy.blogspot.com/"&gt;McVie &lt;/a&gt;and &lt;a href="http://www.promdi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Promdi &lt;/a&gt;while swimming in the sea of boys.  And surprise, surprise... fellow blogger &lt;a href="http://www.phanksmaster.blogspot.com/"&gt;Imogen &lt;/a&gt;was also there.  It was so nice of him to say hi to me.  I didn't get to have a good look at him dahil lalo akong sumisingkit kapat nalalasing.  Harharharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May little drama pa na nanyari when JJ and I bumped into Doc Mike at the bar on the 2nd floor.  Basta, loooooooooooong story.  Super tampo when he found out na lumabas kami without us inviting him.  I am just afraid of what will happen to our friendship when Mike finds out about me and JJ.  Basta, basta.... BASTA! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capped the night (morning na, actually) with a bowl of  wanton soup at an unknown noodle house just a block away from Bed.  I invited McVie to follow but apparently, dahil na rin sa may alcohol virus yung mental processor ko, I gave him the wrong directions and ended up not finding the place.  Sheht!  Sorry McVie! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more week before my JJ goes back to disecting cadavers...  at magpataas ng grado ng salamin.  Precious time,  precious time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111615393307355664?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111615393307355664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111615393307355664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-halo-bed.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Hello&lt;/s&gt; Halo BED  :)'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111598696790572225</id><published>2005-05-13T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T20:22:47.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke noong Grade 3 pa ako</title><content type='html'>I was with some friends last night when one of them blurted out a really REALLY old joke that served it's amusment almost 20 years ago.  When I heard it again, sobrang natawa pa rin ako.  Partly because it's funny.  But mainly I was reminded of how idiotic and at the same time hilarious our minds were when we (meaning "us") were kids.  O, heto yung joke:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merong 3 &lt;em&gt;steps&lt;/em&gt; kung paano magpasok ng elepante sa refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;* Anu-ano yun?&lt;br /&gt;Step 1, buksan ang pintuan ng ref.&lt;br /&gt;Step 2, ipasok ang elepante.&lt;br /&gt;Step 3, isara ang pintuan ng ref.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merong 4 steps kung paano magpasok ng giraffe sa refrigerator.&lt;br /&gt;* Anu-ano yun?&lt;br /&gt;Step 1, buksan ang pintuan ng ref&lt;br /&gt;Step 2, ilabas ang elepante&lt;br /&gt;Step 3, ipasok ang giraffe&lt;br /&gt;Step 4, isara ang pintuan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano makakasakay sa isang volkswagen ang limang elepante?&lt;br /&gt;* Paano?&lt;br /&gt;Dalawa sa harap at Tatlo sa likuran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano mo malalaman na walang elepante sa grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;* Paano?&lt;br /&gt;Kapag makita mo yung Volkswagen sa parking lot na may sakay na limang elepante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paano mo malalaman na may isang elepante sa grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;* Paano?&lt;br /&gt;Kapag makita mong kulang ng isang elepante sa loob ng Volkswagen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa Jungle, pinatawag ni Tarzan ang lahat ng mga animals.  May isang animal ang hindi nakapunta.  Sino yun?&lt;br /&gt;* Sino?&lt;br /&gt;Yung giraffe&lt;br /&gt;* Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Kase nakakulong pa siya sa loob ng ref.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nagpatawag si Tarzan ng lahat ng mga animals sa jungle, wala ang giraffe.  Pero may isang na-late. &lt;br /&gt;* Sino yun?&lt;br /&gt;Yung elepante&lt;br /&gt;* Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;Kase nag-grocery pa siya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111598696790572225?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111598696790572225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111598696790572225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/joke-noong-grade-3-pa-ako.html' title='Joke noong Grade 3 pa ako'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111561721500292017</id><published>2005-05-09T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T22:22:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Galera again</title><content type='html'>First of all, I just wanna say that I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF. Grabe, I drove myself to Batangas Pier. Mag-isa lang ako ha at madaling araw. Super scary ng road kase feeling ko anytime lalabas yung mga moo-moo na mga pinagbabasa ko sa Philippine Ghost Stories sa kalye o sa rear view mirror ko. But anyway, umabot naman ako sa pier less than an hour and a half. Nawala ako nang kaunti kase sinundan ko yung Star of Bethlehem. Kase nga, di ba, papunta ako sa Gay Mecca? Harharhar. Sheht. Ang corny ko. Ah basta, ayun, nawala ako ng SLIGHT lang naman pero buti na lang madaming gas stations doon at friendly ang mga gas boylets doon kaya umabot naman ako sa paroroonan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I went back to Puerto Galera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos super aga ko. Sa sobrang aga, ako lang ang bakla doon. 3-ish, I got a boat ride ticket. By 5am, naglalayag na ang mga bakla papuntang White Beach. I got there before 7am tapos nakuha din ako agad ng room na may aircon... as requested by RD, who came from hospital duty, and his friend. Yun lang ang reason kung bakit ako maagang pumunta doon ng saturday morning. Just to get a good room for us. At success naman. Beach front pa. I had breakfast, and as soon as I got in my room, mega tulog na lang ako. I woke up around 2pm na when RD texted me na dumating na sila ng white beach kaya I picked them up sa front. Basta, I'm so proud of myself. Ang galeng-galeng ko! Certified loner na talaga ako. Harharharhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RD and his friend had lunch muna while I went ahead for a swim. Sarap ng tubig. Ang ginaw! Clear naman yung tubig, walang jelly fish, at walang mukhang jelly fish. May mga machong bading pang naglalaro ng volley ball sa harap ko. Sarap nila panoorin. Parang nakatingin ka sa acquarium. Gaganda ng mga fish!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept in the beach again.  Saraaaaaaaap.  And this time, the sun woke me up.  Basta, ang galeng.  I wish I could go to the beach every weekend.  Kahit ba 2 or 3 hours akong mag-drive, basta ang final destination beach.  Sarap, pare. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, it was a great weekend.  Parang pelikula, actually.  May drama, may comedy, may suspense at may porno (hindi ako involved, ok?).  Ahaha ahaha.  For some dramatic underlying principle, mega walk-out yung friend ni RD (whose name I've already forgotten) and went back home to Manila 6 hours earlier than scheduled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best thing about this trip was I had a good and pleasant bonding weekend with RD.  It's just amazing that we've only met 3 times prior to this trip but we got along pretty well.  Kahit ba na pang-MENSA ang level ng intelligence niya, sarap pa ring kausap.  It's always nice to have a new friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update:  Dahil sa mini-lecture sa akin ni RD tungkol sa relationships, napag-isip-isip tuloy ako sa sarili kong situation.   Tama nga rin siya.  If the other guy likes you and you like him back... and you see the spark from the very first time you see each other, go for it na.  Kaya after 1 week na puro black smoke ang nakikita ko... lumabas na rin kagabi ang white smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May bago nang papa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111561721500292017?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111561721500292017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111561721500292017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/galera-again.html' title='Galera again'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111561587273390787</id><published>2005-05-09T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T13:17:52.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>06-29</title><content type='html'>I have a very strange feeling na &lt;s&gt;lahat&lt;/s&gt; karamihan sa mga ka-birthday ko ay bading.  What is it with June 29 that made the world less straight?  First, there's me.  Then, I had a classmate in New York na ka-birthday ko din  at bading.   Hindi lang basta bading.  Mega bading!  Pinsan pa ni Aaron and Chris Carter.  Natatandaan mo pa ba yung Backstreet Boys?  Ayun!  At ang balita ko pa mula sa kaklase kong chismosang Haponesa na magsi-singer din si Carter classmate.   Kaso 2 years ago pa yun.  And there's fellow blogger Podi, who has the word's sexiest brain (Hi Podi!!!  Kamusta na!).   Tapos there's this Latino Pop star na crush ko some 10 years ago, si Chayanne.  Ka birthday ko din pala!  Google search niyo yung movie "Dance With Me" with Vanessa Williams, siya yun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* takatak... takatak... takatak.... takatak... takatak... takatak....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O, search mo na?  Pogi no?  FINE!  Kung hindi mo type, crush ko pa rin siya.  Anyway, super detect ng gaydar ko siya kahit may asawa't anak na.  Pakibaba ang kilay ko, please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos ngayon may naga-add sa akin sa downelink.  Ka birthday ko nanaman!  Ano ba ito.  Tuwing June 29 ba ay bilog ang buwan mula sa bundok ng Tralala at nagiging bading ang mga lalakeng ipinanganganak sa araw na ito?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...  FYI, June 29 is the feast of St. Peter and St. Paul.  Dalawang santo.  Dalawang lalake.  St. Peter was crucified head downward.  St. Paul was beheaded.  Puro head... head.... HEAD.  Hmmm...  Malisyoso ang utak ko kaya paki-interpret na lang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har har har har.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111561587273390787?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111561587273390787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111561587273390787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/06-29.html' title='06-29'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111505441602809249</id><published>2005-05-03T01:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T01:20:16.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>J-J-J-J-Jackpot... WAGI!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"La La (Means I Love You)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L.A. is a great big freeway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many &lt;s&gt;girls&lt;/s&gt; have come to you&lt;br /&gt;With a line that wasn't true&lt;br /&gt;And you just passed them by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now you're in the center ring&lt;br /&gt;And their lies don't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you let me try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't need a diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you prove your love to me&lt;br /&gt;When you sing, sweet and mellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;La la la la la la la la la…&lt;br /&gt;Means I love you&lt;/strong&gt;, woah&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la…&lt;br /&gt;Means I love you, woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never thought I'd need a boy&lt;br /&gt;Who could bring me so much joy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are the one for me&lt;br /&gt;Let me take you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Surround you with my charms&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that you will see, yeah&lt;br /&gt;The things that I'm sayin' are true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the way that I explain them to you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la…&lt;br /&gt;Means I love you&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la…&lt;br /&gt;Means I love you, woah, woah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The things that I'm sayin' are true&lt;br /&gt;Now I'd better spend my whole life through&lt;br /&gt;Loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Can't you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la…&lt;br /&gt;Means I love you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la…&lt;br /&gt;Means I love you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Never thought I'd need a boy&lt;br /&gt;Who could bring me so much joy…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sigh *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehehehehe.....  Pinakikilig mo ako, J-J-J-J-Jackpot!  Waaaaah!!!!   :D  :D  :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111505441602809249?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111505441602809249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111505441602809249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/j-j-j-j-jackpot-wagi.html' title='J-J-J-J-Jackpot... WAGI!!!'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111492682614207928</id><published>2005-05-01T13:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T13:53:46.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good morning Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's a weekend, and I had my weekly ration of alcohol.  Uhm... I didn't drink too much last night.  I only had 2 bottles of beer and Bailey's.  And as a result, I had a decent conversation with Doc Mike and JJ.  It's nice to look at the midnight street view  from Cafe Adriatico in Alabang.  It's very peaceful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went on a joy ride around Manila then back to Alabang.  We passed by Orosa and Nakpil and ogled at the beautiful boys while inside my car.  By 3am I had to bring the Doc home.  He would have been awake for almost 24 hours.  As for JJ and me, we hung out in front of Hen Lin Alabang and talked until the break of dawn.  I had a great time conversing with him.  And discovered that we have a lot of things in common.  Love of pets, heart aches and aspirations.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaaaah.  It was a good saturday night.  A great sunday morning.  I wish I'd have more weekends like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complete my Sunday slow down, I'm currently playing my CD of &lt;em&gt;Great Original Pilipino Music by Ryan Cayabyab&lt;/em&gt; performed by the San Miguel Philharmonic Orchestra and San Miguel Master chorale.  Aaaaah.  Sarap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good week everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111492682614207928?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111492682614207928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111492682614207928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/05/good-morning-sunday.html' title='Good morning Sunday.'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111485882899956858</id><published>2005-04-30T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T20:04:59.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snippets</title><content type='html'>I drove myself to the gym this afternoon, and I missed Robin. I remember everytime I bring him to the vet, or I take him for a ride around the village (since he's the most portable and well-behaved among my dogs), I would put him on the front passenger seat while I put all the windows down so he could have a better look at the world outside. But since he's still too short even when he's already standing on his 2 hind legs, he would go over at my side, sit on my lap and lean over at my window like a curious child. And because his position is a driving distraction, I would just put him at the little space on my left side and he would be contented. Sometimes motorists looking at my door window would have the impression that it's Robin driving the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was at the dining room just a few minutes ago and I thought I saw Robin, with his fluffy hair, walking around the swimming pool looking for his squeeky ball. At one moment I thought he was standing right outside our full-screened door watching me drink a glass of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Videos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://f2.pg.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/modemchat/vwp2?.tok=bceI3PVBJnG4rppg&amp;.dir=/mp3&amp;amp;.dnm=Ronbin%27s+first+full+grown+hair.3gp&amp;.src=bc"&gt;Robin's frst time to have long hair.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://f2.pg.briefcase.yahoo.com/bc/modemchat/vwp2?.tok=bcCL3PVBC4GgmVd5&amp;amp;.dir=/mp3&amp;.dnm=Robin%27s+first+hair+cut.3gp&amp;amp;.src=bc"&gt;Robin's first hair cut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I left the vet clinic this morning, I saw the blue leash with the bones and dogs design that I bought just for Robin a few months ago tied to the cage where he was confined. I was about to get it when I suddenly felt heavy in the chest. I almost cried. I avoided talking to the Vet.  Baka lang kase tuluyang maiyak ako.  I was just listening to whatever he was saying and nodded to every sentence. I paid the bill and drove myself home. While on the road, I called up Don2xt just to get comforting words from him. And I wasn't disappointed. I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a few more days... or weeks... and I'll get over this. Thanks for reading up to this part.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111485882899956858?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111485882899956858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111485882899956858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/snippets.html' title='Snippets'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111482225867914550</id><published>2005-04-30T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T09:41:54.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell my puppy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/robinpuppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Robin as a puppy, fresh from the doggie shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/robinpose1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is him after his hair cut last February. I had his facial hair trimmed because he was having a hard time eatting and seeing with it in the way. He had a way of posing for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/robinpose2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robin from a distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/rob.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Robin as his fluffy self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/Robinkamot.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I took this photo while on our way to the vet last Thursday. Apparently, that was his last trip to the vet and this is his last photo. He was confined for 2 days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dogster.com/?107050"&gt;Robin&lt;/a&gt; was born on October 30, 2003. His registered name is Asih. But my Mom didn't like his name so she renamed him to Robin, after a previous dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin died today due to lyme disease which was aggravated by the bruises he developed from &lt;a href="http://http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/nagdadabog.html"&gt;tangled hair&lt;/a&gt;. I'll be going to the vet after lunch to settle my bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Robin may not be the most adorable dog in the whole world, but he is STILL one adorable puppy. I will miss the way he sqeaks his squeeze ball. I will miss the way he harasses Dexter the labrador. I will miss him visiting my room (and peeing on my favorite rug). I will miss cuddling him and caressing his fluffy hair. I will miss walking him. And I will miss him accompanying me, sitting right next to me on the front porch while watching the stars at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you Robin. I hope you're now happy in doggie heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111482225867914550?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111482225867914550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111482225867914550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/farewell-my-puppy.html' title='Farewell my puppy'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111480084428910907</id><published>2005-04-30T02:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T02:54:04.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O...M... G...</title><content type='html'>You know that new feature on Friendster that shows your horoscope for the day?  Well, here's what mine says about today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today's Forecast&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Someone who's not exactly from your neck of the woods is due to make quite a stormy, dramatic entrance into your world -- but they won't be unwelcome, no matter how disruptive their arrival. Fasten your seat belt.&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;The Bottom Line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Favor what your head tells you over your unruly emotions when making a big decision.&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;In Detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;If you're alone today, you might be in the mood to pull out your old scrapbooks and photo albums and flip through them -- and that's fine. Just don't get yourself too stuck in the past. It's over and done, and there's nothing but important new experiences on the way. Besides, you're due to meet someone who'll drag you right into the future -- and you can bet you won't be kicking, crying or screaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what do I think about it?  FREAKY!!!!!  My gulay, this is so...  trrrrrrr.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111480084428910907?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111480084428910907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111480084428910907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/om-g.html' title='O...M... G...'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111479768377557741</id><published>2005-04-30T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T02:02:36.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in-som-nya</title><content type='html'>Isang-libo't isang beses na papalit-palit ng posisyon sa kama, at halos alas-dos na ng umaga, hindi pa rin ako makatulog. Sa pagkakataong ito, alam ko kung bakit. Hanggang ngayon, iniisip ko pa rin &lt;em&gt;siya.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko talaga alam kung bakit. Hindi ko alam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana mawala na ito dahil parang isang malaking katarantaduhan na. Kaibigan ko lang naman siya. Kaibigan lang din naman niya ako. Hindi ko maintindihan kung ano ang nag udyok sa puso ko na piliin siya. Sana pansamantala lang ito. Sana bukas o sa makalawa, mawawala na itong sagabal sa isipan ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May puso pala si Felipe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa sampung minutong napahimbing ako...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanaginipan kong niyayakap niya ako sa kama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanaginipan kong hinahalikan niya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanaginipan kong sinabi niyang mamahalin niya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanaginipan kong nangangako akong magiging tapat sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanaginipan kong may nagpapahalaga sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanaginipan kong may tumatahan sa pag-iyak ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanaginipan kong masaya kaming dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napanaginipan kong masaya ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap palang matulog nang gising. Pagkatapos mong yakapin ang akala mo'y katotohanan, magigising ka na lang sa tunay mong mundo. Mapapabuntong hininga ka. Malulungkot ka. Iiyak ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabado ngayon. Sana makita ko ang mga kaibigan ko mamayang gabi. Kailangan ko sila. Kahit makasama man lang. Kahit wala masyadong kwentuhan. Basta makasama ko lang sila. Gusto ko ng beer. Gusto kong sumaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111479768377557741?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111479768377557741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111479768377557741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/in-som-nya.html' title='in-som-nya'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111482497616015940</id><published>2005-04-29T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T09:41:17.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evening walk</title><content type='html'>Does &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/Du001.jpg"&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;look like an abstract picture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. That's my Mom taking her after-dinner walking exercise . I joined her and brought &lt;a href="http://www.dogster.com/pix/dogs/63/107063/107063_1105703273.jpg"&gt;Max &lt;/a&gt;along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's Max at the bottom part of the picture. Can you see him? Ang likot kase, eh. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111482497616015940?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111482497616015940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111482497616015940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/evening-walk.html' title='evening walk'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111469862313804877</id><published>2005-04-28T22:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T22:30:59.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lihim na palihim</title><content type='html'>Kung minsan talaga masarap din umiyak, 'no? Lalo na kapag sobra na ang frustration mo. Tulad ng itinatago mong pag-tingin sa isang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko &lt;em&gt;siya&lt;/em&gt;. Gusto ko talaga &lt;em&gt;siya&lt;/em&gt;. Kaso mo hindi ko alam kung bakit. Dahil ang tulad sana niya ang iniiwasan ko. At hindi ko rin alam kung totoo. Dahil madali akong mabighani. At hindi ko rin alam kung talagang kaya ko, o talagang handa na ako. Dahil madali ako sumuko sa relasyon. At hindi ko rin alam kung makakahinga muli ako kung sakaling ako'y mabigo. Dahil ayoko nang nasasaktan. Ayoko nang umiiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Takot na talaga yata ako magmahal. Up to the point na kinakabahan na ako kapag may nararamdaman na akong kakaiba para sa isang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi mo ito mababasa. Hindi mo ito maririnig mula sa akin. Pero sasabihin ko pa rin na sana sapat nang personal na akong humingi sa iyo ng paumanhin sa kung ano mang nagawa ko sa iyo na hindi kanais-nais. Dahil kung hindi mo ako mapapatawad, wala na ako magagawa. Siguro kababaliwan ko pansamantala... dahil, hindi mo lang alam... at hindi mo rin malalaman, minamahal na kita. Mula sa araw na nakita kita, minahal kita. Nang sinabi mong magiging mabuting magkaibigan tayo, minahal na kita. Nang inakbayan mo ako dahil kinailangan mong gabayan ako, minahal na kita. Nang ipinakita mo sa akin ang puso mo, sumuko ako... at minahal kita.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang ibon, kahit na gaano kataas kayanin niyang liparin, hinding-hindi niya kahit kailan maaabot ang tala. O, ang buwan. O, ang araw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111469862313804877?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111469862313804877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111469862313804877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/lihim-na-palihim.html' title='Lihim na palihim'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111468563535612627</id><published>2005-04-28T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T18:53:55.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing eye to eye</title><content type='html'>I don’t understand it when I talk to someone, I can't seem to continuously look at the person's eyes. Somebody once told me that it's impolite not to look at the eyes of the person you’re having a conversation with. I’m conscious of that but I still fail it miserably. Like when I talk to Jagard, I would look at his mouth. With RD, at his cheeks. With Doc Mike, at his bigote. AND with Mia, her breasts (girls, don’t panic. I’m still part of the RAINBOW connection. Ang laki lang kase talaga).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe my reticent level is so low, I lose concentration when another person stares back at me, whether I’m having a conversation with this person or not. So much for picking someone up from a bar. Hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I making sense here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, Robin, my not-so-adorable Shih Tzu is confined again at the vet clinic. The bruises that he got from his hair tangling mishap still won’t heal. My Mom panicked big time when she saw drops of blood under his cage this afternoon. As in nagsisisigaw pa sa cellphone ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“FELIPE!!! Si Robin…!!! Malapit na yata mamatay…! May dugo…. MAY DUGOOOOOO!!!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I rushed back home just to check on him personally. And yeah, it has been a week since he had his hair shaved, his bruises aren’t getting any better. I decided to confine him at the clinic. First choise of vet clinic was Animal House since that’s where I had his hair cut and the head vet already knows the history of his bruises. But it was closed. The RCBC guard told me that the clinic staff went to the wake of the other vet who died. I was like…. OH YEAH. THE GUY WHO DIED IN FITNESS FIRST ALABANG. Tapos naging senti nanaman ako. Kase naman he’s only 29 tapos he’s dead na. Tapos…. Tapos… tapos…. Cute pa siya. Then I went to my dogs’ regular vet in BF Homes. It was a long ride but at least I know and trust the staff there. Mang Ernie, our new driver, was driving for me anyway. So ok lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The vet took a look at Robin’s bruises and checked for any bacteria that’s making them not heal. All clear naman. Still, I left him with them. I’ll be picking him up Tuesday next week to see any improvements. Sana gumaling na siya so he can grow back his beautiful fluffy hair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111468563535612627?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111468563535612627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111468563535612627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/seeing-eye-to-eye.html' title='Seeing eye to eye'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111456265713093953</id><published>2005-04-27T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T19:42:08.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kaBOG</title><content type='html'>Nakita ko si Rx kagabi sa gym. Actually, sa parking lot ng gym. Paalis na siya, papunta pa lang ako. Pero nag hi-hello lang kami. Para siyang wala sa sarili. Siguro may naka-do sa sauna. Ang cute ni Rx. Crush ko siya, promise. Parang ang sarap niyang.... ang sarap niyang... ang sarap niyang i-ulam sa double rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time ko this year mag work-out nang gabi. From experience naman kase, kaunti na lang ang tao after 8PM. And true enough, maluwag ang gym. I only did cardio last night, ran for an hour, and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy pa ako mag-tanggal ng shorts sa locker room kase ang puti ng &lt;em&gt;shorts area&lt;/em&gt; ko dahil sa tanned ang katawan ko. Haha. Kaya topless lang ang porma ko papunta sa shower cubicle. Pero kinilig ako nang makita ko na tinititigan ako ng isang cutie na yuppie. Trip yata ang summer color ko. Pero siyempre, na torpe akong mag response sa titig niya. Kaya nag-teleport ako agad sa cube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Shwwwiiiiiing! *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkabalik ko sa locker ko, wala na si smiling yuppie pero may text naman si Rx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Punta ka dito sa BF. Lemme see your beautiful tan." na may triple smileys pa sa dulo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe, kinilig ako. Hindi kase siya ganun mag text sa akin dati. For a minute there, feeling ko gusto niya akong halayin. Magpapa-halay naman ako. AHAHA AHAHA. Tangina, pokpok. So dahil sa may inaasahang excitement ako at the end of the Tirona street, lumusob naman ako kahit antok-antok na ako dahil halos 10pm na. Pagdating ko sa Starbucks sa BF, hayun nandoon siya... kasama si Rx-x-x. HAHA. Leche. Nag-aksaya ako ng kilig. Pero ok lang. Tatlo kaming nagfli-flirt-flirtan sa isa't-isa. Putek, sa Starbucks. Kapiling ng mga boring na straight na mga taong nagpapanggap na mga banal na katoliko. Ang scandalous pa nun ay nag-susubuan pa kami ng Oreo Cheese Cake! Sabi nga ni Rx...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pare, wala 'to, ha. Magkakaibigan naman tayo, di ba?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Bakla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Rx and Rx-x-x were supposed to review on some stuff for work pero hindi na natuloy dahil puro landian lang kami sa loob ng Starbucks. Tapos dahil sa naka shorts lang ako, hipuan ba naman ako ni Rx na halos hangang singit? Siyempre, kunwari ayaw ko. Tinatapik ko yung kamay niya. Kunwari kolehiyala. Demure ang drama pero nasa loob ang fire bomb ng landi. Kung ipinanganak akong may pekpek, 20 na siguro ang panganay ko sa iba't-ibang lalake na hindi ko man lang alam ang mga apelyido. Harharharhar. 11:30pm, suko na si Rx. Inaantok na raw siya. Nag-park siya sa loob ng BF at nag-offer naman akong ihatid silang dalawa: si Rx sa kotche niya, si Rx-x-x sa bahay niya na malapit lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang i-drop off ko si Rx sa kotche niya, aba bigla ba namang nagsabing gusto niyang sumama sa paghatid kay Rx-x-x para daw may kasama ako pabalik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Akala ko ba inaantok ka na?" tanong ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sige, ayaw mo yata ng may kasama, eh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sige, sige, sige. Sumama ka na."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hihihihi. Kilig. Parang bigla kong narinig tumugtog ang &lt;em&gt;Muntik Nang Maabot Ang Langit&lt;/em&gt; ng True Faith. Panalo 'to, tsong. Gaganda ako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-good-bye kiss si Rx-x-x sa akin pagkahatid ko sa kanya, biglang sakay naman sa tabi ko si Rx sabay hawak sa kamay ko. Shehhhht. Major kilig to the BONES, pare. Trip pala ako ni Rx! Pero... O hinde... ayoko nanamang maging kabit! Pero naisip ko... ang sarap siguro maging kabit ni Rx. Para bang WILD flower. Alam mo yung ok lang na tinitinik ka basta maganda yung bulaklak? Ah ewan, ang labo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ERASE, ERASE, ERASE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on our way back to Rx's car, nag-aantuk-antukan siya habang hinahawakan pa rin ang kamay ko, giving me the sign na pwede na kaming mag park sa tabi ng kalye ang maghalayan sa loob ng kotche.  Hindi ko kaya ang powers niya!  NAHIYA AKO.  Sheht, sheht, sheht, SHEHT!  Ay nako.  Ba't ba ako ganito.  Nagpapalandi ako pero duwag naman magpaputok ng bawang.  After dropping him off sa car siya, pasaway ako sa reminder ng Nokia na don't text while driving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Oist!  Gising!  Ingat ka sa driving, ok?  MUWWAAAAH!&lt;br /&gt;Rx:  Pare naman, bakit ngayon lang ang 'mwaaah' mo?&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Hihi.  Sige, pwede pang  bumawi.&lt;br /&gt;Rx:  Next time na lang ako babawi pero hindi lang 'mwaaah' ang sisingilin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* KABOG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humaba ang buhok ng mistress ng bayan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gym kaya ulit ako Thursday night?  Hihihihihihihihi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111456265713093953?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111456265713093953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111456265713093953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/kabog.html' title='kaBOG'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111443226906519104</id><published>2005-04-25T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T21:22:28.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>boss, masadz?</title><content type='html'>I just got back from Puerto Galera and BOY OH BOY OH BOY.... I absolutely had a great time. Basta, galeng. Da best. Sorry, no pictures. Lagi ko naiiwan sa room yung camera, eh. I was with Jagard, Doc Mike and JJ. During the bus and boat rides going to Galera last Saturday, I was kinda spaced out kase I learned Through JJ that a DL and Friendster "friend" died the previous night while working out at Fitness First Alabang. And he's only 29, I think. It was just surreal kase I've seen the guy a couple of times at the gym and he's the vet who handled my dog Robin's hair trimming just last Wednesday. It's one of those instances that remind everyone na kahit kailan, sa kahit na anong edad, pwede kang mamatay. Grabe yang gym na yan. Minamalas talaga. Anyway, I don't personally know him, but I'm offering my prayers to Dexter Chavez. May he rest in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile... We arrived kinda late na kaya we couldn't find a &lt;i&gt;good&lt;/i&gt; accomodation. Kase naman itong mga kasama ko naghahanap pa ng de-aircon! My gosh them, ha! Basta, sa sobrang suko ko na sa kahahanap ng place, I treated the group for a night's stay at a Hotel. A HOTEL!!!! Who stays in a hotel at White Beach Puerto Galera? Hello??? But anyway, we did. At Marco Vincent Hotel. Kase napagod na ako sa kahahanap. Ok lang yun. I have a golden heart naman, eh (ahem, ahem... cough, cough). We enjoyed what was left of the Saturday afternoon sun for us. I discovered something new about myself. Kaya ko naman pala at least lumutang sa malalim part ng beach! Haha. Basta, hindi maalon at clear yung water. Ang arte, no? Bilib ako kay JJ. Mukhang kaya niyang sumali sa Triathlon. Jagard was left at the hotel room kase 24 hours na siyang gising and he desperately needed to get some sleep. Masungit na, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, we had dinner at the beach. Grabe the service sa Galera. Ang babagal ng mga waitres! Ang tatanga pang kumuha ng order! Ang laitero ko, no? My gulay naman kase. And after one hour, dumating din ang pagkain namin. Of course, nagyaya akong uminom. It was a saturday at malayo ang mga magulang ko! We had shots of Mindoro Sling at another restaurant na mas maingay pa sa stereo ng jeepney. Actually, kami lang ni Doc ang tumoma nun while Jagard and JJ went "Sight Seeing" at the other end of the beach (wink, wink). Mukhang wala sa mood uminom si Doc. Nang maubos ko na yung pitcher ng Mindoro, Doc Mike went ahead sa hotel while I tried to look for Jagard and JJ. I almost reached the end of the beach pero bigla na akong nahilo and just dropped on the sand. Aaaahhhhhhh. Sarap matulog sa sand. But then someone tried to take advantage of me. Payag naman sana ako kaso ang CHAKA niya!!!! Kaso mo hindi ko kayang gumalaw sa hilo. Good thing nakita ako ni Jagard at ni JJ. Nakilala ko Jagard sa dilim kase ang PUTI-PUTI niya. Para siyang human neon glow stick. Sabi ni Jagard nakita daw niya si Kiko kaya I called him up and met up with him. Kiko was with his barkada. Yung barkada din ni Superspy. We had a short talk lang kase kailangan ko nang bumagsak sa kama. But before I left him, he gave me a tiny blue pill which made me not remember anything after swallowing it. Ayoko nang ikwento ang sinabi sa akin ni Jagard kung ano nang nanyari sa akin after that. Nakakahiya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Doc Mike and JJ went home. May duty pa si Doc kase sa gabi. Jagard and I moved to a cheaper room that is at the beach front. Right after moving our stuff, rumampa, este, nag swimming na agad si Jagard while I took a nap. And then Kiko called. Nakiki-usap if he and his barkada could park their stuff na muna sa room namin kase 11am yung check out time sa room nila at 5:30pm pa yung alis ng boat nila. I had lunch with them. Saya naman kasama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote for the day: "Putang ina, paalis na ako ng Galera, wala pa akong bagong nakikilala." - King&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left Kiko and the group at our room with Jagard. I went swimming by myself. Habang naka-upo ako sa beach para magpahinga may lumapit sa akin na babaeng may edad na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Boss, gusto ninyo ng MASADZ?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. At nagpamasahe naman ako. Putek, 200 pesos. Ang natatandaan ko last year 100 pesos lang, pero hindi ako nagpamasahe. First time kong magpamasahe kahapon! Ang sarap pala! Tapos dalawa pa silang masahista kaya para akong minasang tinapay. Focaccia bread pa kamo! Gamit pa nila coconut oil kaya nagmistula akong kalamay. Kung nag swimming ako sa kumukulong mantika, naging palitaw na ako. Anyway, happy naman ako kase sabi ni Jagard ang ganda daw ng kulay ko. Haha. After dinner nag disappear na ang aking room mate habang ako ay dumerecho sa bar. Sheht!!! Ang lungkot tumagay nang mag-isa. Pero ang sagwa ng combination na nilagok ko para sa sistema ko. May SMB light. May Vodka Ice. At may Rhum Coke. Sa kalasingan ko, nagandahan na tuloy ako sa bartender na babae. AS IN na turn on ako sa kasasayaw niya tapos ang ganda pa ng porma niya tapos maganda pa siya. Kadiri! Nagkagusto ako sa babae. Yaaaaak! Hindi ako namantal kase for 2 hours "straight" ang drama ng sistema ko. Yaaaaaaaak! After the bar, pumunta ako sa isang tahimik at hindi masyadong mataong part ng beach. Medyo malapit na sa Jurasic Park pero di naman masyado. Doon ako NATULOG. Ang sarap talaga humiga sa sand. Tapos nakatingala ka lang sa langit. Tapos ang ilaw mo lang ang liwanag ng buwan. Tapos biglang lilipad si Kristala. Hehehe. Basta, sarap matulog sa beach. Nagising lang ako nang may gumapang na maliit na crab sa binti ko. Buti kamo hindi siya pumasok sa shorts ko. Hihihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TAPOS kanina, as soon as Jagard and I had breakfast, swimming ulit kami. Si Jagard pumunta sa kabilang side ng beach. Na-irritate yung mga mata ko after a few minutes in the water kaya hindi na ako masyado nag swim. The water wasn't clear tapos sobrang alon pa. Kaya nagpamasahe nanaman ako. Hehe. SARAP! Pagkatapos ng masahe, kita ko ulit si Jagard na may isang katerbang sting ng Jelly Fish sa likod. Nagparang Philippine archipelago. Kapag minamalas nga naman. Buti na lang nag heal din by the time we got back in Alabang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang out come ng little vacation na ito ay HUMABA ang buhok ni Jagard (HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!), at dahil sa aking tan, ang puti-puti ng pwet ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ito ulitin. GUSTO KO ITO ULITIN!!!!! Sinong gustong sumama????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111443226906519104?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111443226906519104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111443226906519104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/boss-masadz.html' title='boss, masadz?'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111408589636152549</id><published>2005-04-21T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T20:18:16.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polgas, pagaya lang, ha?  Hehe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;LAYER 0NE: 0N THE 0UTSIDE- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name:  Phillip&lt;br /&gt;Birth date:  June 29&lt;br /&gt;Birth place:  QC&lt;br /&gt;Current location: AAV&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Neon black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER TW0: 0N THE INSIDE-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your weakness:   a.) Kare-kare... basta may buntot and meat, ha?  ANd lotsa peanut sauce.  Mmmmm!  b.) Twister Fries (kaya lang on hiatus nanaman). &lt;br /&gt;Your fears:  Driving at night&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pizza:  with roasted garlic and shrimp!  Yellow Cab the best! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER THREE: YESTERDAY, T0DAY,T0M0RR0W-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your most overused word/phrase:  Fabulous.  Leche. &lt;br /&gt;Your best physical feature:   My tits.  Este, my teeth (daw).&lt;br /&gt;Your bedtime:   9pm - 10pm (I try).&lt;br /&gt;Your most missed memories:   Sige na nga.  AAV KIDDIE CLUB days na rin.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER F0UR: Y0UR PICK-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pepsi or Coke:   Coke.&lt;br /&gt;McDonald's or Burger King: Brother's Burger&lt;br /&gt;Single or group dates:  Group dates, more cuties to see!&lt;br /&gt;Adidas or Nike:  Adidas sales people seem to be  nicer.  =)&lt;br /&gt;Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea:   McDo Iced Tea.  Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;Chocolate or vanilla: vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Cappuccino or coffee: Green Tea Shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER FIVE: D0 Y0U? -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke:  Nope. &lt;br /&gt;Single:  Absolutely SINGLE.&lt;br /&gt;Take a sh0wer:  Of course.  I'm not a European.&lt;br /&gt;Have a crush:  "A whole lotta lovin'."&lt;br /&gt;Think you've been in love:  I thought I was.&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married:  Uhm.....&lt;br /&gt;Think you're attractive:  to reptiles, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Think you're a health freak:   Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Get along with your parents: Only with my mom&lt;br /&gt;Like thunderstorms:  Nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER SIX: IN THE PAST M0NTH-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drank alcohol:    Hahaha.  Saturday is alcohol day!  Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Been on a date:  Nope. &lt;br /&gt;Been to the mall:  Almost everyday.  I'm starting to like ATC na.&lt;br /&gt;Been on stage:   No way.&lt;br /&gt;Eaten sushi:   And I ended up in the hospital.  DUH.&lt;br /&gt;Been dumped:  All the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER SEVEN: HAVE Y0U EVER-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Played a game that required removal of clothing: Hee hee hee hee...  :D&lt;br /&gt;Been trashed or extremely intoxicated:  Once every... three months?&lt;br /&gt;Been caught doing something, like what:  Having a SERIOUS talk with my dogs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER EIGHT: GETTING 0LDER- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you want to die:   in my sleep.  painless.&lt;br /&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up:  Tatangkad pa ba ako???&lt;br /&gt;What country would you most like to visit: The country of... Boracay.  Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER NINE: IN A GAL/GUY- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best eye color?: brown&lt;br /&gt;Best hair color?:  black&lt;br /&gt;Height:  Not too tall.&lt;br /&gt;Best first date location:   In... a very... very dark room?  Hihihihihihi.&lt;br /&gt;First kiss location:   Ha?  Ano kamo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LAYER TEN: IN THE NUMBERS- &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number of people I could trust with my Life:  2&lt;br /&gt;Number of CD's I own:  basta 12 GB on my iPod&lt;br /&gt;Number of piercings:   None&lt;br /&gt;Number of tattoos: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WAS YOUR TIME WASTED FILLING THIS OUT? : Kinda.  I'm  not yet done with my home work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOP FIVE SONGS FOR TODAY&lt;br /&gt;1. Do You Sleep - Lisa Loeb&lt;br /&gt;2. The Freshmen - Verve pipe&lt;br /&gt;3. Talkin' Talk - D' Sound&lt;br /&gt;4.  Just For You - M People&lt;br /&gt;5.  Hello Baby - Cynthia Alexander&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111408589636152549?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111408589636152549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111408589636152549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/polgas-pagaya-lang-ha-hehe.html' title='Polgas, pagaya lang, ha?  Hehe.'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111400212990291317</id><published>2005-04-20T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:02:09.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nagdadabog</title><content type='html'>Pinakalbo ko yung aso kong si Robin kanina.  Diyan sa &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Animal House&lt;/span&gt; sa tabi ng Alabang Hills (at nakita ko ang isang Vet doon na may profile sa DL.    Hmmmm!).  Buhul-buhol nanaman ang buhok.  Kase naman leche 'tong isang maid ng mommy, yung batikang extra.  Tamad magbanlaw at magpatuyo ng aso.  Kaya ko nga bino-blow dry pa yung buhok niyan kapag pinapaliguan ko kase ini-iwasan kong matuyuan ang buhok.  Tapos isang beses ko lang napa-ubaya sa iba na magpaligo ng aso, sumemplang pa.  Nakaka-frustrate na talaga mga tao dito.  Leche ang mga driver.  Leche ang labandera.  Leche ang kusinera.  Tapos pati ang batikang extra, leche din.   Tapos pagdating sa trabaho, mga leche din ang makikita ko.  Anyway, kawawa si Robin.  Sa sobrang buhol na ng buhok, nagkanda-sugat na pala siya.  Kainis talaga.  Napaganda ko na yung buhok niyan, eh.  Grrrrrrrrrr!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.  Kailangan ko ng isang buwang bakasyon!  Buysit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[pagkalipas ng limang minuto, lumamig na ang ulo ko.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Konsuelo na lang ang pleasant chikahan ko sa isang staff ng Barangay council.  Kinuha ko na kase yung Voter's ID ko.  My GADS!  Ang chaka ng picture ko as usual.  At hindi pa ako semi-kal!  Hindi din ako naka-smile.  Tapos 1 megapixel lang yata yung digital camera na ginamit noon.  Kaya yung picture  ko parang kinayod ng manok.  2 or 3 years ago pa kase yung huling voter's registration.  At hindi pa ako that time nagkakaroon ng jowang may katok sa ulo.  Anyway, ang chismax sa akin ni Miss Barangay Council ay 40% lang ng mga registered voters ang nagawan ng ID. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At anong nanyari doon sa pera na dapat pinag-gastusan sa 60%?  Ninakaw na ng Comelec?,"  tanong ko sa kanya.  Natawa na lang si Miss BC.  Dumerecho ako sa business center at excited na pinalaminate ang aking bagong ID.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung pumunta nga pala ako sa vet clinic kaninang umaga para pagupitan si &lt;a href="http://www.dogster.com/?107050"&gt;Robin&lt;/a&gt;,  may napansin akong dalawang pusa na naka-upo lang sa isang bench sa loob ng clinic.  Hindi sila gumagalaw o nababahala  kahit na nakikita nila si Robin na pa-amuy-amoy sa mga cabinet.  Ang cute lang nila tignan.  At pagkatapos kong ipasok sa isang kulungan si Robin, binalikan ko yung dalawang pusa para hawakan.  Tinignan lang ako.  Di man lang tumayo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang susuplada ng mga pusa!  Pero cute pa rin sila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko tuloy ng pusa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nag-add nanaman sa akin sa Friendster kanina.  Babae!  Siyempre, nangati at namantal ako.  As in.... YAAAK.  Girl??! Oh my allergies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At heto pa nga pala ang kwento ko tungkol sa gym last saturday.  Putek talaga yang si Kuhol.   Ba't ba tuwing makikita ako nyan sa locker room, parati na lang ako nakahubad?   Kaliligo din niya kaya siyempre magbibihis din yun.  Malas strike # 2: magkatabi ang lockers namin!  Nasa kanan  ko siya.  Pakanta-kanta pa.  Tapos malas strike # 3: may isang balyenang bading  din sa kaliwa ko na kaibigan pala ni Kuhol.  Pow-tekkk talaga.    Tapos pinapanood pa akong mag-bihis habang nagchichikahan ang dalawang lola.    As in....  YAAAAAAK...!!!  Puh-leeze lang.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabuti pa kahapon.  Pambawi talaga!  Magkatabi nanaman lockers namin ni Mister Makati Yuppy.   At pinanood din niya akong magbihis!  Wekekekekeke.  Nakatingin na siya sa akin pero PUTEK, nahiya ako!  Kaya umalis ako agad pero nung malapit na ako sa pinto, sumilip ako sa likod at sinusundan pa rin niya ako ng tingin.  KILIG!  Kaso mo torpe ako... torpe... torpe.... TORPE!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na ang Sabado.  Puerto Galera, here I come!  Sinong gustong sumama?  The more, the MANY-er.  Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111400212990291317?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111400212990291317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111400212990291317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/nagdadabog.html' title='Nagdadabog'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111390354288848467</id><published>2005-04-19T17:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T17:39:02.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>y-Bee</title><content type='html'>I'm meeting up with someone tonight.  Someone who I met through DL.  We have been talking on the phone for some time now and tonight will be the first time I will be seeing him.  Daya nga, eh.  He has seen me na before, at ATC,   but he didn't call my attention.  Nahiya daw.  No, this won't be a date.  We will just watch a movie and that would probably be it.  It's a week night.  I can't stay out/up late.   I'm just hoping this won't turn out to be as horrible as my past meet-ups.  What about my past meet-ups?  Basta, ang masasabi ko lang ay... I honestly believe that I deserve to be with descent  friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nila is here at our house right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She called me monday, last  week (when my parents were still in Boracay and I was preparing for my own trip to the beach).  She informed me about her flight arrival details so our driver can  pick her up at the airport.  She arrived yesterday noon but went straight to Cavite and stayed at her own house.  We were informed about Nila's schedule during her 2-week stay.  She's actually going to Catanduanes tomorrow to visit a friend who she met in New York.  And then to Samar, her home province.  And then a 3-day stay in Hong kong with 2 relatives.  It seemed that she has a very busy schedule, we didn't bother knowing when she will come visit us.    But she made a surprise visit today.  Definitely a surprise.  As in... BULAGA!   She looks older now, and talks slower.  But she still has the same laugh.  She was amused to see how different the house looks now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aba, may swimming pool na, ah!  Saan nanggaling yan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will be visiting my brother's big house in a little while with my Mom.  Of course, she's curious about the &lt;em&gt;mansion&lt;/em&gt;, and how much my nephews have grown.  I already told her that they have become fine, young ASSHOLES. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nila was scheduled to leave on the 30th.  But she had it extended until May 2.  My Mom promised to take her to our house in Tagaytay Highlands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the 7 or 8  years that she has been away, a lot has changed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111390354288848467?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111390354288848467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111390354288848467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/y-bee.html' title='y-Bee'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111354380149516802</id><published>2005-04-15T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T13:45:32.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.phlog.net/getpic.php?id=211295&amp;width=320&amp;amp;height=240"  /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh.... The BEACH. Sarap. It was a good 3-day rest. Well, actually, 2-days. I spent half of the first day and half of the last day on the road, driving. I didn't mind. I was driving a nice and comfy &lt;a href="http://www.phlog.net/entry/202148"&gt;4x4&lt;/a&gt; anyway. WELL.... the BEACH. Ahhhhh. The sun was hot but the water was cold. And for the first time, I wasn't afraid of the sun. I actually slept under it! And woke up with an egoy back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.phlog.net/getpic.php?id=211298&amp;width=320&amp;amp;height=240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my beach essentials. My iPod, goggles, camera (as long as you are in a private beach and no kleptos around), sun glasses (not in pic, was wearing it), and sun block. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.phlog.net/getpic.php?id=211281&amp;width=320&amp;amp;height=240" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And the result of a little &lt;a href="http://www.phlog.net/user/felipe"&gt;R &amp;amp; R&lt;/a&gt; is... one smiling over-cooked siopao. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111354380149516802?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111354380149516802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111354380149516802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/life-is-beach.html' title='Life is a Beach'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111314752408670727</id><published>2005-04-10T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T23:59:51.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a weekend!</title><content type='html'>I had a pretty good weekend. Friday night, I hung out with Kiko and Superspy at Lanai Red. First time ko doon. 2 more friends later on joined us. Sarap malasing, grabe!! One of the best emotions that I know is the feeling of not worrying about anything, kahit na temporary lang. Cheers to beer! Capped the night with a "serious" talk with a pal. Haaaay. Hirap maging Doctor Love. Lalo na kapag nagsi-swimming pa ang utak mo sa alcohol. I just hope I was telling him the right things. Cheers to beer pa rin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night, I was with Doc Mike and Jagard. We had dinner at Serye at the Festival Mall. Sarap talaga ng Chicken Barbeque ala Aristocrat! Saw WenkGirl's Mom dining at the other side of the room ( she later on asked me about Gemology). We were supposed to join Don2xt and R2G for coffee but... I dunno. I guess we were not that interested to travel to Las Piñas area. So we ended up at The Coffee Bean in ATC. Doc Mike invited Doc RD to come over. We had a couple of sips of coffee, and in my case -- sips of ice blended green tea, until RD came. He was in the mood for some beer so I suggested we go to Lanai Red. My second time! Hehe. I bonded well with everyone. It was my 2nd time to meet up with RD but my first time to actually have a decent conversation with him. Funny guy. Same high school pa pala kami. Go lasalle! He invited another doc to join us, another Doc &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mike&lt;/span&gt;. He's from Zobel too. Nakakatawa din mag-kwento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today, had lunch naman with Jagard and Doc Mike at Yellow Cab alabang. Charlie Chan noodles and 14" 4 Seasons, minus the NY Special kaya half ng pizza Roasted Garlic and Shrimp. Mmmmmm....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gluttony, grabe, sarap! Sana every other day, toma day or pizza day with friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111314752408670727?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111314752408670727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111314752408670727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/its-weekend.html' title='It&apos;s a weekend!'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111295778423243257</id><published>2005-04-08T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T19:18:05.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minsan ko lang pansinin ang mga radio commercials. Pero ngayun-ngayon lang, narinig ko ang (bagong?) slogan ng National Bookstore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"National Bookstore... the country's national bookstore...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Pucha. Parang kailan lang, nung grade school ako, joke pa lang namin yun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111295778423243257?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111295778423243257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111295778423243257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/minsan-ko-lang-pansinin-ang-mga-radio.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111269825154788586</id><published>2005-04-05T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T18:50:51.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ang LAKAS ng hangin ngayon sa labas!  Para bang may bagyong darating na hindi ko maintindihan.  Nagising nga ako sa ingay ng mga puno sa labas ng kwarto ko.  Wala naman akong alam na bagyo.  Kagabi pa ito.  Pero kagabi naman, masarap pa yung ingay niya.  Ngayon, ang lakas na.  Parang kailangan kong kumapit nang mahigpit sa isang puno at baka ako matangay pa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscience:  Felipe!!!!!!  Kumapit ka!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felipe:  Oo, kakapit ako!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscience:  Kumapit ka dali!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felipe:  Nakakapit na!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conscience:  Felipe!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felipe:  Consensya!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack:  Rose!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose:  Jack!!!!!  I'm over here!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack:  Rooooooooose!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rose:  Jaaaaaaaaack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard:  Erika!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erika: Richard!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink 5:  Bio Team, help me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sisa:  Basilio!!!!!!!!  Crispin!!!!!!!!!  Where are you my children???!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111269825154788586?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111269825154788586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111269825154788586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/ang-lakas-ng-hangin-ngayon-sa-labas.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111261836312047075</id><published>2005-04-04T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T20:39:23.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang Inflatable Tent</title><content type='html'>Kasalukuyang nasa front porch ako.  Ang internet connection ko?  Naka WiFi ako!  Bongga lola mo ngayong gabi.  Abot pala ang signal mula sa kwarto ko kapag gabi.  Bakit kaya?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sarap ng hangin ngayong gabi.  Maingay siya pero mapayapang pagmasdan.  Mag camping kaya ako?  Sa garden?  Hehe.  Hindi rin naman pwede kase:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Wala na kami ngayong malaking garden, &lt;br /&gt;2. Baka ihian lang ako ng aso ko, at&lt;br /&gt;3. Wala kaming tent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatandaan ko nung bata ako, noong nakatira pa kami sa Merville Park Subdivision sa Parañaque,   meron akong inflatable na tent!  At kahit na bata ako, sariling baga ko ang parating nagtatayo doon.  Maliit lang naman yun eh.  Kasya sa isang tao.  At matyaga naman ako basta gusto kong gawin.  Hindi ako pinapayagan ng nanay kong matulog sa garden.  Baka daw kase ako sipunin.  Sakitin pa naman ako.  Kaya sa sala na lang ako nagca-camping kasama ang 2 pusa ko.  May isang beses nga, umuwi ang Kuya ko na gabing-gabi na.  Hindi niya alam na nagtayo ako ng tent sa sala.  Tuluy-tuloy lang siya sa pagtawid sa dilim hangang sa sumemplang siya sa tent ko at nadaganan ako.  Umiyak ako kase akala ko aswang na ang dumaganan sa akin.  Nang magising at matagpuan kami ng magulang ko at ni Nila, nagtawanan sila.  Mas lalo lang akong umiyak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umabot pa yung tent na yun dito sa Alabang.  May isang buwan din yung nakatayo sa loob ng kwarto ko.  Kapag tapos na ako sa homework ko, pumapasok ako sa loob at ini-imagine na nakatira ako sa jungle.  Tapos matutulog na ako sa loob.  Pagkagising ko, nakahiga na ako sa kama.  Dahil tuwing alas-11 ng gabi, pumapasok si Nila sa kwarto ko upang kalungin ako't ilipat sa kama dahil baka  malason ako sa amoy ng plastic, o kaya mawalan ng hangin ang tent at ma-suffocate ako sa loob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nang natuto nang maglakad ang mga panganay na anak ng Kuya ko na kambal, sila muli ang naglaro sa inflatable tent ko.  Sa kapangyarihan ng aking baga, itinayo ko ito sa garahe at doon sila naglalaro kapag hapon.  Kapag naka-uwi na ako mula sa eskwela, kaming tatlo naman ang maglalaro.  Kunwari sila ang 2 little piglets, at ako ang bad bad wolf. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teen-agers na ngayon ang kambal.  Tapos na sila sa panahon ng mga laruan.  Napagsawaan na rin ng dalawang  mas batang mga kapatid ang inflatable tent. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na yung tent ngayon.  Nabenta na 3 or 4 years ago nung first time naming mag-garage sale.  500 pesos din yata nabenta yun ng nanay ko dahil wala namang  kasira-sira.  Katulong yata ng kapit-bahay ang bumili. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana pala hindi na lang yun binenta, 'no?  Eh di sana ngayon, kahit na wala akong kalaro, kahit na mag-isa na lang ako, maitatayo  ko muli ang aking inflatable tent sa garahe at mahihimbing sa simoy ng hangin na dala ngayong gabi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111261836312047075?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111261836312047075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111261836312047075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/ang-inflatable-tent.html' title='Ang Inflatable Tent'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111261412883193650</id><published>2005-04-04T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T19:28:48.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grrr...!</title><content type='html'>Hindi ako mataray.  Hindi rin ako mapang-api.  Alam ng mga kaibigan ko kung gaano akong katahimik at pasensyosong tao.   Kung wala man akong modong tao, lahat ng empleyado ng nanay kong tumarantado sa kanya pinagsasampal ko na sana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam kong parang karaniwan na ngayon ang mga maiingay, bakya at magugulong dispachadora sa mga tindahan sa malls, kahit na sa medyo mamahaling tindahan (i.e. U2, Giordano, Speedo, Levi's, etc.).  Nakakainis, nakaka-asar.  Pero sa kinamalasan ng mga kumpanyang ito, ganyan ang kalidad ng mga nakukuha nilang sales persons.  At sa kinamalasan din ng mga customers, 'yan ang mga dispachadorang haharapin nila kung kailangan man nila bumili sa mga tindahang ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naranasan mo na bang disente kang pumipili ng damit sa isang rack habang may isang sales girl na sa tabi mo naghihintay sa iyo na naka pamewang o kaya'y naka de-brazo tapos ang suplada pa na para bang sinasabi sa iyo na &lt;em&gt;"ano, bibili ka ba, bilisan mo kase gusto ko pang makipagchikahan sa mga amiga ko sa kabilang department.  Sinasamahan lang kita kase gusto ko sa quota ko  mapapunta yung bibilhin mo... kung bibili ka."&lt;/em&gt;  Nakaka-inis, hindi ba?   Mas lalong nakakawalang ganang bumili.  Kaya di mo na lang papansinin yung putang nakatayo, o kaya'y lilipat ka na lang sa ibang tindahan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana maisip ng mga empleyadong ito na ang sweldo nila ay nangagaling sa customers, at hindi sa pakikipag chismisan o pakikipag harutan sa mga co-workers.  Ang hirap kase dito,  nasa kultura ng Pinoy ang pagiging presko.... MASYADONG  presko. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina nga nasa Adidas store ako sa Festival Mall.  Natutuwa ako sa staff doon kase asikaso nila ang mga customers.  Pag pasok mo, binabati ka nila.  Kapag may hinahanap kang item, maayos nilang sasagutin ka.  Napabili tuloy ako ng mga damit doon, kase nakikita nila ang mga kailangan ko.  Palagay ko may dinaanang training ang staff doon.  Either that or may sarili lang talaga silang consensya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagdating ko naman sa &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/Cu059.jpg"&gt;Surf World&lt;/a&gt;, na dalawa o tatlong tindahan ang layo sa Adidas, ang laki ng pinagkaiba ng ugali ng staff doon.  Mga bastos, maiingay, at para bang wala sila sa trabaho.  Ayokong maging matapobre, pero dahil nabastos ako ng isang empleyada doon... Mukhang maayos na tindahan naman ang Surf World.  Hindi basta-basta din ang tindahan na ito dahil surfing equipment ang main products nila.  Sino ba naman ang bibili ng ganyang kagamitan?  MASA ba?  Mahihirap ba?  Natural, mga taong may-kaya ang papasok sa tindahan na yan.  Pero saang basurahan napulot ng management ang mga sales staff sa festival mall branch? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, ayokong manlait, ayokong mang-api, at wala sa katauhan ko ang maging matapobre dahil nangaling din ang pamilya ko sa hirap.  Pero kapag ginago ka ng isang tao, I don't think na hahanapan mo pa siya ng kabutihan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaaay.  Salamat at masarap ang hangin sa labas.  Lumamig din ang ulo ko kahit na paano.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111261412883193650?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111261412883193650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111261412883193650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/grrr.html' title='Grrr...!'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111258915135154860</id><published>2005-04-04T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T12:35:19.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Plano</title><content type='html'>At namatay na ang Santo Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm... wala akong makwento tungkol sa kanya. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh. Excited na ako! Malapit na ako makakita ng BEACH!!! Ganito. Sa April 10 hanggang 13, yung Mom and Dad ko, kasama yung Kuya ko, sister-in-law at mga pamangkin kong mga matapobre (salamat sa PAREF Southridge)  pupunta ng Boracay. Hindi ako sasama sa kanila kase ayoko nang magbakasyon kasama sila. Plano ko sana mag-San Juan, Batangas habang wala sila. Kahit mag-isa lang ako sa beach, ayos lang. Basta relaxed ako at wala akong makitang kahit anong bagay na magpapa-alala tungkol sa trabaho o pamilya. Pero last week, inimbitahan ako ng isang &lt;em&gt;Anghel&lt;/em&gt; na mag Punta Fuego ng 12 to 14. Eh di yun na lang ang pupuntahan ko. Ibig sabihin maaabutan ko pa ang nanay at tatay ko ng Sunday. Pero ok lang kase paalis na sila. Tapos Monday wala na sila sa bahay. Kaya pwede akong lumabas sa gabi nang walang lintek na interview! Tapos sa 23 hanggang 25 or 26, punta naman ako sa Puerto Galera kasama si Zeki at yung mga inimbitahan pa niya, kung sino man pupunta. Beach nanaman! Yehey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya kailangan kong bumalik sa gym para magmukha naman akong tao sa beach. Kase sa ngayon, mukha na akong siopao sa dami ng nilalamon ko lately. Ba't kase ang sarap magluto ng bago naming kusinera, eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapos sa June or July, BAKA dumating si Christina. Gusto kong mag road trip papuntang Baguio!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111258915135154860?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111258915135154860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111258915135154860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/plano.html' title='Plano'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111253866132754705</id><published>2005-04-03T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T22:31:01.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Takas</title><content type='html'>Kung bakit hindi ako mapakawalan ng nanay ko, hindi ko maintindihan.  Kanina, pumunta ako sa SM kasama si Dein para mamasyal.  Pag-uwi, dahil hindi ako nagpa-alam na lumabas, special interview nanaman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saan ka nagpunta, sinong kasama mo, anong ginawa ninyo, ba't kayo nagtagal doon, anong binili mo, magkano yang binili mo, etchetera... etchetera.... etchetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noong isang araw din, nung lumabas ako para kunin yung pina-laundry ko, ganun din ang tinanong.  At tuwing na malalaman niyang lumabas ako.  Para bang nakakarindi na.  Ibig ko sabihin... MY GOODNESS!  Hindi na ako bata.  At malapit na rin ako mawala sa kalendaryo. Tatratuhin pa rin ba ako na parang grade school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit ang Kuya, nung bata pa siya, walang interview?  Walang sermon.  Layas lang nang layas at uuwi kapag sumikat na ang araw.  Pero wala akong natatandaang may interogation pa siya pagkatapos.  Ang daya naman, o.   Kainis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buti nga last weekend, nakalusot ako, kahit na nahuli ako ng driver na 5am na ako naka-uwi. BUTI na lang kamo NAKALIMUTAN akong tanungin ng nanay ko kung lumabas ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ba't ba kase usiserang tagalog 'tong nanay ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111253866132754705?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111253866132754705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111253866132754705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/takas.html' title='Takas'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111236624450235803</id><published>2005-04-01T22:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T22:37:24.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O, hindeh.</title><content type='html'>May mga taong kahit na gaanong kagandaang loob na ang ipakita mo, gagawan at gagawan ka pa rin ng katarantaduhan.  At kahit na ilang ulit mo silang patawarin, ilang ulit ka pa rin gagaguhin.  Such is life, sabi nga ng nanay ko, lalo na sa mapagkunwaring panahong ito.  Ang masaklap pa, hindi lang sila iilan lamang.  Marami sila. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinadasal ko na maabutan ko pa ang araw na makikita kong umangat na ang Pilipinas.  Na may sariling disiplina na ang mga Pilipino.  Na masisipag na ang mga Pilipino.  Na wala nang magnanakaw na pulitiko.  Na maasahan na ang mga government employees.  Namapagkakatiwalaan na ang mga pulis.    Na wala na ang mga alagad ni Marcos sa pulitika.  Na wala nang basura sa mga ilog at kalye.  Na wala nang drogang lumalaganap lalo na sa mga kabataan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At higit sa lahat... sana... SANA... maabutan ko pa ang araw na tumigil na sa pagtubo ang mga pimples ko.  Pucha, buysit na 'to!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111236624450235803?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111236624450235803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111236624450235803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/o-hindeh.html' title='O, hindeh.'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111235574747680605</id><published>2005-04-01T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T21:55:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Bukas... Luluhod ang mga tala. Happy April Fool's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My GADZ. Ang bilis talaga ng mga araw. April na! Summer na! Pero hindi pa ako nakakakita ng beach! Hay, buti na lang may mabait na nilalang na nag-imbitang pumunta ng Punta Fuego next weekend. Excited na ako! Makakakita ako ng BEACH! Yehey! Pero pucha, kailangan kong bumalik sa gym sa madaling panahon. Leche naman kase itong ubo't sipon ko. Halos isang linggo na, mula nang makabalik ako mula Tagaytay. At mahigit isang linggo na rin akong hindi nakakapag-gym. Tapos ang sarap pa ng lamon ko lately. Kaya ang bilbil.... ang BEEL-BEEEEL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang malaking trahedya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan ko nanaman yatang mag-shopping. Hindi ko maintindihan kung lumapad ba nanaman ako o nag-shrink lang ang mga t-shirt ko, pero hindi na kasya sa akin ang mga damit ko! Leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ito magandang balita.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111235574747680605?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111235574747680605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111235574747680605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/04/bukas.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111201892110020112</id><published>2005-03-31T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-31T19:49:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kodakan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0359.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="view from the condo staircase" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0359.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="a view from our balcony" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0360.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0361.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="another view from the balcony" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0361.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="and another..." src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0362.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0363.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="the other balconies of neighbor-units" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0363.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0364.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0364.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0365.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="my room.... of course, it's messed up" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0365.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0366.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Taal view" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0366.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0370.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Dining area" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0370.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="glass" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0371.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="ang tinidor" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0372.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0373.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0375.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0375.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0378.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="kawayan" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0378.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0379.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="busog na!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0379.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="inom muna" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0380.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="makukulit na mga bata" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0389.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="si kumpareng iPod" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0393.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0395.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="menu" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0395.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="condom ng camera ko... for PROTECTION" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0396.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="silya" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v260/modemchat/IMG_0376.jpg" width="160" 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/9485638-111201892110020112?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111201892110020112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111201892110020112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/kodakan.html' title='Kodakan'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111219043000034156</id><published>2005-03-30T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:47:10.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puffy</title><content type='html'>Why some people would feel like dying if they don't puff at least 10 sticks of cigarettes a day, I would never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people are starting to avoid you because you smell like your great great great great grand Lolo...&lt;br /&gt;If people are avoiding you because your breath smells like a canal...&lt;br /&gt;If you're only 25 but already look 40...&lt;br /&gt;If you're having diffuculty breathing...&lt;br /&gt;If your newly laundered clothes still smell like the club you went to the previous week...&lt;br /&gt;If you can no longer run on the threadmill for more than 15 minutes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to quit smoking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111219043000034156?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111219043000034156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111219043000034156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/puffy.html' title='Puffy'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111218952614586926</id><published>2005-03-30T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T21:32:06.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Pope wasn't able to speak during the Easter Sunday celebration.  Was hopitalized at least twice just this month.  And now he  gets nutrition from a feeding tube through the nose.  Must we mention his obvious medical condition? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I have a strange feeling that the Church is breaking up?  Priests have  become sex hungry animals.  A number of  Catholics in our country are making  businesses out of religion.  People don't have faith in church leaders anymore.   Where was God when the Muslims bombed the metro?  And the Church itself doesn't have any idea who the next Pope will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up yesterday with a terrible sore throat.  I still went to work.  A friend of mine suggested I take this chinese medicine called Pei Pa Koa.  Low calls it a miracle drug.  I remember a cousin was talking about it last Saturday during my Mom's birthday lunch.  I passed by my cousin's place to buy a big bottle from her.  But she gave it to me for free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Iyo na 'yan.  200 pesos lang naman 'yan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rich talaga si pinsan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it right after lunch and before dinner came, my sore throat's gone.  BUT I developed colds this morning.  I'm still taking the medicine hoping that the same &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;miracle effect&lt;/span&gt; will work on me too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have given up on cough and cold medicines.   They don't work on me anymore.  If I need to get well, I would need get a LOT of rest.  But with the work load that I have, I don't have time for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111218952614586926?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111218952614586926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111218952614586926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/pope-wasnt-able-to-speak-during-easter.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111201492753953269</id><published>2005-03-28T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T21:02:07.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At sino itong nakabangga ko sa escalator ng ATC along the valley of Human and Traffic?  Walang iba kundi si Eric Furctu... Frutosu...  Fructo...  basta, yung pinakamabuhok sa tatlong GWAPINGS.  Pogi pala in person, ah.  At mataba siya ngayon.  Pero hip hop pa rin.  Nag-sorry pa sa akin nung nabangga niya ako. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Conscience:  Eh, he's nice naman FALA, EH.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the thing that made my day was a message from "C" of DL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;You put a big smile on my face  :)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*  sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;k i l i g&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At dahil nakakita ako ng 1/3 of the GWAPINGS, may joke ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  knock, knock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You:  Who's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  Eh kasi, eh ano, hung hang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: ......who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:  (To the tune of Ecstacy)&lt;br /&gt;EH Kasi...!&lt;br /&gt;Eh ano...!&lt;br /&gt;Eh kasi....!&lt;br /&gt;Eh ano... HUNG HANG!&lt;br /&gt;tentenentenente tanan, tentenentenente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, sheht, sayang sana may audio dito sa blogger.  Mas maganda kase kung kakantahin talaga.  Pero kung hindi mo din naman matandaan yung kanta, useless din.  Matulog ka na lang.&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/9485638-111201492753953269?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111201492753953269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111201492753953269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/at-sino-itong-nakabangga-ko-sa.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111201360349475349</id><published>2005-03-28T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T20:40:03.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagod</title><content type='html'>Minsan, pagkatapos ng isang Sabadong gabi na puno ng beer at halakhak, napapa-isip ako kung hanggang kailan ako magiging ganito.  Kailan ako mananahimik.    Kailan ko matatagpuan ang isang tao na magpapaniwala sa akin na sapat na ang lahat, at panahon nang maging kuntento.  Para kasing napakalungkot na tuwing sabado na lang naghahanap ako ng malilibangan.  Naghahanap ako ng panibagong karanasan.  O naghahanap ng makakasamang lumabas.  Lahat para lang hindi masayang ang isang gabi, para sa isang beses sa isang linggong pagkakataon na maging masaya.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod din.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng isang kaibigan ko, kailangan ko daw ng &lt;i&gt;love life&lt;/i&gt;.  Pero ayon sa aking karanasan, minamalas ako pagdating  diyan.  Ewan ko ba.  Gipit ako sa suwerte sa halos lahat ng bagay.  At sa &lt;i&gt;stress&lt;/i&gt; na humaharap sa akin halos araw-araw, malapit na  akong magmukhang 30.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pinagmamasdan ko ang nanay ko kanina habang kumakain ng hapunan.  Tahimik lang sa kanyang puwesto.  Ganun din ang tatay ko.  Ramdam ko na pagod na  siya sa katatrabaho.  Alam mo yung tipong pagod na pero gusto pa rin?  Nabibiak ang isip ko tuwing pumapasok ang ganitong ideya.  Dahil gusto ng nanay kong akong mamahala na ng kumpanya.  Pero gusto ko naman iwan ang lahat at magsimula ng panibago.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panibagong buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sa pagbuo ng sarili kong pangalan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ampon lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaninang hapon nga, may kausap ang nanay ko sa telepono.  Isang ahente yata na nagpupumilit magbenta ng lupa o bahay.  Napapunta ang usapan sa isang commercial space na for sale.  Tumatangi ang nanay ko.  At may sinabi pa siyang tumawag sa akin ng pansin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hija, ayoko nang bumili pa ng bagong commercial properties.  Baka hindi din magamit ng mga anak ko.  Hindi ko rin masasabi, baka sawa na rin sa negosyo namin at gustong magtayo ng bagong negosyo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumpak ka diyan, Mommy.  At kung dumating ang araw na hindi ko na matiis ang mga gulo na umiikot sa isipan ko, magpapakamatay na lang siguro ako, o kaya lalayas.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina din nga, kasama ko yung tatlong aso ko.  Si Dexter, yung labrador ko, kahit bata pa para sa kanyang edad, parang matanda na't sobra na ang pagod.  Palagay ko may sakit at malapit nang mamatay.  Kaya ko naman tangapin pagdating ng araw na mamatay na si Dexter, eh.  Wala din naman ako magagawa, di ba?  Simple lang ang kaligayahan niyan.  Ang makita ako at mayakap ko, maglalaro na ang buntot niyan.  Mabuti pa siya, nakakamit ang pinakahihigit na kaligayahan para sa kanya.  Ako naman, hindi ko pa rin alam kung anong higit na magpapaligaya sa akin.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero isa din ako sa mga taong naniniwala na hindi na dapat hinahanap ang bagay  na higit na magpapaligaya sa sarili dahil kasisiraan ito ng ulo mo.  Bigyang daan na lang ang mga maliliit na bagay na nagbibigay ng kasiyahang-loob.  Sa kasalukuyan, ang mga bagay na nagpapasaya sa akin ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mga kaibigan (kahit na kaunti lang sila)&lt;br /&gt;photography&lt;br /&gt;cartoons&lt;br /&gt;The Sims 2&lt;br /&gt;pamamasyal&lt;br /&gt;at Vodka Cruisser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May nahalungkat nga pala ako na isang lumang envelope sa isa sa mga drawers ko na naglalaman ng mga kung anu-anong mga lumang bagay.  Mga lumang litrato ko pala ang laman.  Kinuha ko ang gunting at pinagugupit ang lahat ng mga litrato.  Sampu yata yun.  Ayaw na ayaw kong makakita ng mga luma kong litrato.  Mas lalong ayaw kong makita pa ito ng ibang tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang payat ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang dami kong pimples!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang pangit ko!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung may isang bagay na gusto ko sanang kalimutan tungkol sa nakaraan ko, isa na dito siguro yung itsura ko.  Mukha akong kawawang bata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mukhang hindi tumalab ang vitamin c at echinacea na ininom ko pagkatapos kong magmerienda.  Sumasama ang lalamunan ko.  Parang lalagnatin pa ako.  Pero, kailangan ko pang tapusin trabaho ko ngayon gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakapagod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111201360349475349?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111201360349475349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111201360349475349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/pagod.html' title='Pagod'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111193251485340026</id><published>2005-03-27T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:08:34.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizdiva.net/ynr/intro-extrovert.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;You Are An Intro-Extrovert!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're social - sometimes you're shy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a bit of an Introvert / Extrovert split going on&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enjoy all sorts of situations. Parties, small groups, and alone time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much of one, and you'll long for the other. You need variety!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chances are, you've got both serious and fun friends - and they don't get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111193251485340026?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111193251485340026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111193251485340026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/you-are-intro-extrovert-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111182981313467325</id><published>2005-03-25T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T17:36:53.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The last time I slept in Tagaytay was over 2 years ago when my Mom still had share rights of the Highlands' &lt;i&gt;Spa and Lodge&lt;/i&gt;.  I don't remember sleeping in normal "Tagaytay temperature" since the lodge's heating was controlled.   But since this place we're staying in right now is my Mom's very own place at The Highlands, I get to experience that natural Tagaytay night breeze.  No centralized cooling or heating system.  Sarado na lahat ng mga bintana ko, and of course I didn't turn on the airconditioning unit or the electric fan.  But the room was still cool.  Hindi yung malamig na tipong mangangatog ka na.  It was quite comfortable.  kaya ang himbing nga tulog ko last night.  Sarap sanang may kayakap.  Laki pa naman ng bed ko.  Hihihihihi.  Wala sana akong balak na gumising  kanina nang maaga but at 6:30AM, I woke to the sound of my Mom's voice screaming at someone on her cellphone.  Apparently, my Dad went to the Midlands golf course at 6AM but forgot to register his name first before playing his rounds.  Kaya the counter staff didn't know that he was  around.  And then he got lost in the morning fog.  DOH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry.  My Dad's okay.  He got home 2 hours later, complaining about the fog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My  galleeee... duh fug wus teribollllll....  anak ng.... !@#$%^&amp;* [insert Ilonggo cuss words]."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh.... about the fog.   So, since nagising na ako sa boses ng nanay ko, I decided to go downstairs to have breakfast.  I looked at the windows and the glass door (which leads to the balcony) and... I COULDN'T SEE ANYTHING.  I stepped out at the balcony.  It was like walking on clouds.  Sarap pa sa balat!  Tapos sinita ako ng guard sa baba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sir, baka mahulog ho kayo diyan."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah... eh....  sinong nandiyan?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.  Putek.  Bilib ako sa vision nung guard na yun, ah.  Nakita pa rin ako sa third floor through the fog!  Hindi yan kaya ng powers ko! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my Mom's 72nd birthday.  That's the only reason why I'm staying here at her condo right now.  Because I'm too lazy to drive my ass to Tagaytay on Saturday.  So I sacrificed my Thursday and Friday.  But since we're going home tomorrow afternoon, kailangan kong bumawi sa Saturday night!  Hihihihihi.  saan ba pumupunta ang mga bakla kapag Black Saturday night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place is soooooooo boring.  Sure, there's a Club House, a sports center, night spots and restaurants.  Pero goodness, for members only.  My friends won't be able to get in easily.  Ang pwede ko lang puntahan dito yung mga sosyal na park and garden at kausapin isa-isa ang mga mahiwagang bulaklak ni Sta. Maria.   Sana my Mom bought a place in Punta Fuego na lang.  May WiFi internet na, may beach pa sa baba.  But Karlo says walang cute doon (siya lang).  Still, may beach pa rin doon!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto ko ng beach!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing my phone's built-in calendar.  My Mom's birthday next year falls on a Sunday.  Good enough for me to make a 2006 Holy Week vacation escape to somewhere.  Siguro Puerto Galera.  Pero sasabihin ko pupunta ako ng Batangas o Quezon o saan man kase siguro by that time alam na ng nanay ko na Gay Mecca ang Gallera.  Pupunta ako doon ng Monday tapos babalik ako sunday morning just in time for her birthday dinner.  O di ba?  May outline na ako.  Kailangan ko na lang maghanap ng kasama.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pucha, isang daang beses akong bumalak pumunta sa beach since the start of the year, hanggang ngayon, hindi pa rin ako nakakakita ng dagat!  Leche! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conscience:  Relax, Felipe, RELAX.  It's just the first quarter of the year.  You still have 9 months to go!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga naman.  You're absolutely right!  Grabe, Conscience, you're so intelligent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Conscience:  Ah, yah.  Me pa!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111182981313467325?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111182981313467325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111182981313467325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/last-time-i-slept-in-tagaytay-was-over.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111159418288055837</id><published>2005-03-23T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-24T00:10:16.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got home from a dinner-meet with a friend (and his friends) at GB3 about 30 minutes ago. I left them just when they started drinking. Nakita ko pa yung father-and-son team of &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;K&lt;/em&gt; (ehehe ehehe) on my way to the meeting place (resto). Funny. I was just texting &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; a few seconds after I parked my car and then makakasalubong ko pala sila. Nagulat siguro ang mga yun na nasa Makati ako kase I really don't know my way around there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My folks and I will be spending the rest of the Holy Week in Tagaytay. We're leaving tomorrow at 7am. And hopefully we're gonna use Mom's &lt;a href="http://www.volvocars.at/Showroom/XC90/"&gt;new car&lt;/a&gt;. Sana, sana, sana. It will be my first time to sleep over at Mom's condo in Highlands (kahit na almost one year na niyang nabili yung unit). I've been to her condo about 4 or 5 times already pero never pa akong natulog doon. I don't think I will be able to do much there. Kaya I will be bringing my camera (in case I get to see good photo subjects), my iPod (I'm currently loading some of my CDs to my unit), and my laptop (malamang maglalaro lang ako ng Sims 2... for 2 days!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman sana ako sasama sa kanila sa Tagaytay, kaso it's my Mom's birthday on Saturday and she already planned for us to have lunch at Taal Vista Hotel. I could decide to go na lang on that day kaso I'm too tamad to drive. My brother's going din on that day lang but I can't ride with him dahil for sure punung-puno na yung van niya with his wife and kids. Kaya instead, I'm staying there na lang with my Mom and Dad para walang hassle. Ok lang. Anyway, we're going home Saturday afternoon. In case SOMEONE invites me to go out for a gimmick, pwede pa rin akong lumabas (hint, hint).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm almost done packing up. Toothbrush na lang ang kulang and batteries!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111159418288055837?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111159418288055837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111159418288055837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-got-home-from-dinner-meet-with.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111146709316195536</id><published>2005-03-22T12:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T12:51:33.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kapag cheap songhits ang nabili mo..</title><content type='html'>Greatest Love of All&lt;br /&gt;"I decided long ago, never to walk with edu  manzano..." (I decided long ago,  never to walk in&lt;br /&gt; anyone's shadow)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Cry by Mandy Moore&lt;br /&gt; "A walk to remember... it was late afternoon!" (I'll  always remember, it was  late afternoon)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All My Life by K-ci and Jojo&lt;br /&gt;"supposed to be you're like my mother, supposed to be  you're like my sister"  (close to me you're like my mother... close to me  you're like my sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Where's the Love&lt;br /&gt; "People killing, people flying, children hurt and  living, crying..." (People  killing, people dying; children hurt and you hear  them crying)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving on a jet plane by John Denver&lt;br /&gt; "so kiss me and SMAFFLE me... (so kiss me and smile  for me...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Usher &amp; Alicia's My Boo&lt;br /&gt; "It started when we were younger you were NINE.."  (It started when we were  younger you were mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If I Ain't Got You by Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt; "some people want TAMBOURINES.." (diamond rings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Britney's Baby One More Time&lt;br /&gt; "My ONLY NEST is killing me... and I........(My  loneliness....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thumbthumping (Chumbawumba)&lt;br /&gt; "I get knocked down by an elephant, my mommas's  gonna bring me down... " (I get  knocked down, but I get up again...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Crush by Jennifer Paige&lt;br /&gt; "i-splash, a little crush.." (it's just.. a little  crush..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot's Californication -&lt;br /&gt; "Viva Californication...." (Dream of  Californication...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; No scrubs, TLC&lt;br /&gt; "A scrub is a guy who thinks he's fine but is also  known as a BUS STOP"  (buster)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Waterfalls by TLC&lt;br /&gt;"Don't go JASON waterfalls..." (Chasin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; John Mayer&lt;br /&gt;"You're ALICE IN WONDERLAND... You're ALICE IN  WONDERLAND I'll use my hands"&lt;br /&gt;(Body is a wonderland)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Baa Baa Black Sheep&lt;br /&gt; "Baa baa black sheep, heavy on the road..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; With A Smile by Eraserheads&lt;br /&gt; "lift ur HAND.. baby dont be scared.. of the things  that could go wrong along  the way.. (HEAD!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Wag Na Wag Mong Sasabihin by Kitchie Nadal&lt;br /&gt; "maaaaaaaaaag... , magdamag mong sasabihin........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; two-trick pony by sandwich&lt;br /&gt; "i have been waiting for you all night under the  glow of INSECENT LIGHT"  (...under the glow of YOUR SATELLITE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On Bended Knees by Boyz II Men&lt;br /&gt; "Oh God give me the reason, I'M DOWN...ABANDON  ME..."(I'm down on bended knee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Red Hot's Zephyr Song&lt;br /&gt; "Fly away on my CELLPHONE...I feel it more than  ever" (Fly away on my zephyr, I  feel it more than ever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; AND FINALLY....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nothing's Gonna Change My Love For You by Glenn Medeiros&lt;br /&gt; "Nothing's gonna change my love for you... you know  NAMAN MY LOVE how much I&lt;br /&gt; love you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111146709316195536?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111146709316195536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111146709316195536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/kapag-cheap-songhits-ang-nabili-mo.html' title='Kapag cheap songhits ang nabili mo..'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111149938443841323</id><published>2005-03-21T21:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T21:51:58.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My 1st Apple product</title><content type='html'>I'm not so sure why I bought it.  Maybe I was upset.  Maybe I was having a bad day.  Maybe I was convinced enough that I should get one.  Maybe the gadget magazine I was reading yesterday at Dein's hospital room told me that this is my gadget for the year.   Maybe the 0% interest offer was too attractive. Maybe nainis ako sa Tita ni Dein kase hindi ako binigyan ng iPod Shuffle (hihihihihihi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.phlog.net/getpic.php?pic=d476b2d2e032622b4c129be18b84c8bd&amp;width=640" width=320 height=240 border=0&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WELL anyway, I'm happy with my new iPod.  My gulay, sa 40 GB  memory capacity nito, pwede kong i-install dito Windows XP!  I don't think it's a bad buy naman (or is it?).  Thanks to the zero-interest installment offer of Citibank (and BPI cards, FYI),   mas magaan naman sa bulsa bayaran.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111149938443841323?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111149938443841323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111149938443841323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-1st-apple-product.html' title='My 1st Apple product'/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9485638.post-111105554760467718</id><published>2005-03-17T18:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T18:32:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOME people are SO LUCKY to have Aunts who are CRAZY enough to give them iPod shuffles as gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  Inggit ako!!!!!!!!!!!!!  I want an iPod!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9485638-111105554760467718?l=btnfelipe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111105554760467718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9485638/posts/default/111105554760467718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://btnfelipe.blogspot.com/2005/03/some-people-are-so-lucky-to-have-aunts.html' title=''/><author><name>btnfelipe</name><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></entry></feed>
