<?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-11875026</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:20:39.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'>radical 33.3</title><subtitle type='html'>radical 33.3 is a continuation of Jom's column in the Thomasian Engineer JOurnal during her college days. Makati Diaries is all about the happenings in her life around Makati. She needed it to take out whatever thoughts that run in her mind (because it makes her crazy). The purpose of immaculation of t his blog shall be revealed in due time.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-8731387647600385360</id><published>2007-07-03T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T23:01:38.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a painful truth about boys</title><content type='html'>So Mr. futsal and I had a long chat during an uber boring time in the office.. until this part of the chat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- musta ba&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - anong aspeto ng buhay?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - nakita kita&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - may kaakbay kang girl&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - last last week ata&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hihihihih&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- op kors girl yun. &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- hehehe. dont worry di lang ikaw nakakita. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i know&lt;br /&gt; Gemini Girl - it's out in the open&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- anong aspeto ba gusto mo tanong ko?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - kaw bhala&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- sex life?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- hehe joke. love life lang&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hahaa&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - sexlife - uhmmmm matagal na ang...._____&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wahahha&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - lovelife....  patay&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- patay? namatay boypren mo?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- bakit anong ginawa mo?!?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - namatay sa....!! &lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wahahahhahha&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - d nki-break ako&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- namatay sa sarap&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- haha&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wahahah&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- ah nagbreak na kayo?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - yeah&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- y naman?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- wen pa?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - dec&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- may iask why or personal ba masyado?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - but im fine&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - totally fine&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- wushu&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - d nga...&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - eh...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- tapos iiyak iyak paguwi. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - cgro sa isip ko sya nawalan&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hindi ako&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i really gave my best u know&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- ah. then there should be no regrets if thats the case&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- eh di nagwork out e. &lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - yeah i know&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - actually he was coming back&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- kaw nakipagbreak right?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - yeah&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - pero.. there was another person already&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - pero wlang quality&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - and he left for bahrain...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- sino may other person?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- as in nagkasabay?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - d naman&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - ay .. sumabay sakanyang pagbabalik&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- ahhh. long distance rel ba kayo nun?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - angmangyayri.. pero wla naman rpob dun...&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wla lang kalidad tlga&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - and i met smbdy else&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- guluhan ako =(&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- isa isa lang. sumabay sa pagbabalik, sino sumabay kanino and pagbabalik from where?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wahahahhaa&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - un dec bf nagbabalik&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - pero hindi nko um-oo&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - bec i met smbdy else&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - who left for bahrain&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- ahhhhh. so yung current bf mo ngayon is in bahrain&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- long distance kayo bale&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - long distance mangyayri&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - after a month.. i called wuits&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - quits&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - yabang ko no?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wla namn prob sa long dist&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wla lang quality&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- you called quits? to whom? =)&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - bahrain guy&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- why? di ko gets&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wlang kallidad&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- the bahrain guy?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- bakit liit?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hinde ah&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - ewan.. sa guapo nyang un....&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- eh bakit mo naman nasabi?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- di magaling?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wlang quality&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - and hindi sya tumwag nung bday ko&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- that sucks man&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i know&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- kayo pa rin ba?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hinde nah&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i did it after my bday&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - pero un ang bale point....&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - to make my decison.. aother from his slacking off&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - besides pra syang bata&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- its nice to be parang bata on some occasions but not all the time&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- pangit din kasi for us guys yung masyadong grown up na yung girl na no time for play =)(&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - sus ako pah&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hindi lang meant&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- what do you mean ikaw pa?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- =)&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - im low maintenance&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i give freedom&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - no prob with fun...&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - sex&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - conversation...&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - flexible&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i mean....&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - ewan.. &lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - he just slacked off&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - un lang&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- i like that, flexible&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- anyway, ok lang yun. if he’s not taking care of you na e&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - yeah&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - eh ikaw&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - happy naman??&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- op kors =) &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- happy happy =)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- observation lang, depende talaga sa guy on how the relationship goes&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- pansin ko we guys rarely change. you girls change depende sa boypren&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hinde ah&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - sa lahat ng heartbroken stories&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - girls ang hindi nagbabago&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - anong change ba ang na-observe mo?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- kunyari if i am going to be an a-hole to a girl, she would be an a-hole as well, even if shes a nice person&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- if i were to be nice to very bad girl, she would be nice&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- its different yung girl to boy. even if the girl is nice and the guy is really an a-hole, he remains an a-hole&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- just an observation&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wel... generally.. girls changes her mind&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- ah. amen!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- its a different story naman. youre talking about mood swings&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - ahh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - girls are nice naman noh generally&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - bihira lang ang a-hole na girls&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - in fact i dnt think they exists....&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - even pokpok girls.. can be real sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- hmm. i guess. but i have no experience first hand on such girls but some of my friends tell me stuff&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- well i believe the exist. if guys can be that way, why cant girls. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- *they&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i dnt know..&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i dont generally look at people tat way..&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - whatever/whoever crosses my path.. i'll accept them at face value&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - if ur rude.. so am i...&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - but things change din noh..&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - we must still see through the person...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- well i know girls na pineperahan lang mga boypren nila. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- and the guy is nice ha&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - omg&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- sabi nman ng girls, e pumapayag naman yung guy e&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - omg&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - panong pinepreahan??&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- that was back in college e. free lunch, free pamasahe&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - omg&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - bka sobrah pretty ang girl.. na poor&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- hmm. i guess. pero naging gelpren ko yung isa sa mga kilala ko na yun e&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- e kurips ako, hehe ok lang. we had a gud rel naman.&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- girls really change depende sa boypren&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - people change&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - but not girls&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - not just girls&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - kase lamo tol&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - girls take the boys back&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - boys hinde&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - they dont change&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - they change bec they have to.. maybe&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - when the bf is salcking of&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- oh cmon. its just the type of guy he is. hes great at first until he gets to your pants and then he slacks off&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- kahit gano ka-ok na babae yun he'll just be the same&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- wait ang sinasabi ko girls change dpende sa boypren ha&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- im saying generally, but of course were talking about people here. its not pure science. so there are going to be some exceptions to the rule for some&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - he'll just be the same na...??&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - bsta tol i dnt agree on that&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- he'll just be the same na ok sa una and then slacks off&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - guys change kaya&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- we're not on the same page&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- yes i know guys change. &lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- iba yung change na sinasabi mo&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- omg hrap iexplain sa st&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - cge cge&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - GIRLS CHANGE DEPENDE SA BF&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - what kind of bf naman kya un?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- kung ok yung bf, nagiging ok din sila. kung di ok, nagiging di rin sila ok&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - naku&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - shu-shunga shunga pa nga un babae noh kahit harap harapan na pgka a-hole ng boy&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- im talking about girls here above 20, not teenagers. hehe&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - im not sure&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - the girls you u and ur friends met must be intelligent&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- mga kilala kong girls na ganun is first bf nila or dun nila nawala virginity nila kaya sila shushunga shunga&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - ok...&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i think, it's just right and corrct for the girl to change.. kapag nagbago ang guy&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hindi ba't ganun dpat?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - kase kung ako.. when i broke up with dec bf... i did a lot of things  to slavage.. change for the better....&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - pour the loving and understanding i give,...&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - he's not my first and dfinitely not highschool&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- thats the thing. you just said it&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- kasi we guys dont change!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- even if mag bago ka pa and maging ok ka, di kami magbabago&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hello&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - nagbago kya sya&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - kaya nga bumabalik&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- yeah give him 1 month&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - why ot change for the nette&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- babalik din sa original nyang ugali yun&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - oh no tol&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - more than a month nga un noh&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - jusko&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- nagbago sya kasi hes in love again&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- but thats just the effect of love. its not who he really is&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - then the same goes with girls&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - it's just what love can make us do&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - but thats not who we are// maybe &lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - sort of&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- well, maybe youre a part of the exceptions to the rule i mentioned earlier&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- all of the people i know agree with me. even girls&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hell no&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- the tell me depende sa lalaki yun kung magiging ok sila&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- *they&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i always talk abt love with girls&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - tlga....&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- sige ill ask you questions&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- the whole time ba sa rel mo you could say na you were a good gf?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- as in the loving, caring, etc...?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - with dec bf.... oo&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - until i dated smbdy else habag kame pah... &lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - bec... i think... it's alreday going down the hill&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - tingin ko guys gnun dn&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- teka teka&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- isa isa lang&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - and hidi lang ganun.. they date girls khit active and "loving" ang rel nila with current&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- yung bf mo, was he a good bf? loving caring, loyal din etc?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - he was&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - loyal.. caring&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- d whole time?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- from start to end?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - yes i think so... but thats bec im like that also... &lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - pero hindi namn pla nya ako mahal tlga&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- bakit mo nasabi? kala ko he was loving?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - long story tol eh&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - bec thats what i thought&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- o sige when did he change. or when did he stop loving you. tancha mo lang&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - he ddnt love me nga eh&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- dont worry may point tong mga questions ko. marerealize mo babae nagbabago&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- tingin mo nga kelan&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- october?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - 15mos kame&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- november? when did you feel the coldness?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - 3month&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- so mga september. tama ba?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - sucks noh?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - shet&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - yeah&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- hold on. so kelan ka nagdate ng iba?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - july.. pero bday kase un.... &lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - pero friends lang&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- not friends. yung may something&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- dating is not done by friends&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - sept&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- o see!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- bullseye&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - but like what i say tol...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- teka ano nauna, coldness ng boypren mo or nagdate ka ng iba?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - it is correct that girls souuld change when the boy is a-hole&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i should have dump him so earlier&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i gae him a lot of chance&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - haaaay jusme..... i tell u okay lang un&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- theres no right or wrong, correct or incorrect sa isang rel.theres always two sides of the story. its just the way it is&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- girls generally change depende sa guy&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- but kami, kahit ok kayo, kapag din namin feel. talagang wala&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- *di&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - f**kng shet&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- o naniniwala ka na sa kin?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - u mean.. the emotions of girls.. escalate&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - from nothing to meron&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - from meron to wla&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - what is "wala"?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- wala na kami tlagang magagawa. kahit na ano pa gawin mo. gnun na tlaga kami&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- yung mga sinasabi mong nagbabago yung lalaki, yung sa una ok tapos magsslack off, it just shows na pinapakita na namin yung tunay naming ugali sa yo&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - ano nga ang wla... ? Walang 1. gusto 2. love 3. like 4. crush&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- yun yung totoo. hindi yung simula ng rel. cloud9 stuff lang yun!&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- talagang wala na kaming magagawa.&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - anong nga un wla???&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - magagawa na ano??&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i want to read/hear it&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- wala - magagawa&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- di namin gawain yung magbago for you girls&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- none of the above&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - magbago... kahit mahal mo?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- yes kahit mahal namin&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - omg...&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- its true&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i see&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - wo whatever u put into the relationship depends on how u are born and raised?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- ako generally kurips ako. i like saving money. yung ex ko minahal ko sya sobra&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- pero she demanded na ispend ko yung savings ko on dates sa mamahaling restos and stuff. gusto ko man gawin, i cant go against my true nature&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- ganun yun!&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - does that mean.. that if guys requested smthing sa girls... we'd do it?&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- hmm. it depends&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- for example gusto nung guy maging loyal yung girl. kung loyal yung guy definitely ok lang&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- thats what im saying. nakadepende ugali ng girl sa ugali ng guy&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - i think the rule there is... girls will change for the betterment of the rel&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - we still have our true natures&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- i have a better one&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - we salvage our rel... hanggat may hope&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - but of it's hopeless.. then let it down the drain&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- girls should wait and see the true nature of a guy before sleeping or getting serious with him. coz we guys CANNOT change. we could change, but only for a while. =)&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- uy tulog lang ako. kung gusto mo continue na lang natin later Ü&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- ge po&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - pwede ko bang ilagay sa status ko yan?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - psst&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- alin?&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - Mr. Futsal- girls should wait and see the true nature of a guy before sleeping or getting serious with him. coz we guys CANNOT change. we could change, but only for a while. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- huy wag&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - cge&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - thanks&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- tanggalin mo pangalan ko and sleeping with someone&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - hehee&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - cge cge&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - shet&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - shet kayo&lt;br /&gt; Mr. Futsal- i know guys would not agree with me in front of you girls coz its minus points&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- but im sure deep down inside of them, they get my point&lt;br /&gt;Gemini Girl - thanks tol for this truth&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Futsal- no prob. anytime Ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-8731387647600385360?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/8731387647600385360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=8731387647600385360' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/8731387647600385360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/8731387647600385360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2007/07/painful-truth-about-boys.html' title='a painful truth about boys'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-116670385740574308</id><published>2006-12-21T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T04:24:17.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>almost puked on the rollercoaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;It was in 2002 when I first set foot on Enchanted Kingdom and my had it made a horrific tale to tell. Actually it was a report on steel design (4th year steel design 1) that made us the do the trip and guess what we’ve chosen?? è ROLLERCOASTERS. So where can we find these jumbo thang but on EK. Well, meron din sa StarCity but the one in EK was more.. I say... awesome. So there. To make the report more convincing is to have a taste of the model itself. I have never ridden one before so how should I feel aside from being nervous? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The machine was chugging the train upward and I have never been nakedly high as before. At my right was a field of greens. The sky was bright and I was in muted bliss for a while until we were released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instinctively closed my eyes and bowed my head thinking that the nightmare would be over the next time I opened my eyes. It was the most terror-filled 20 seconds of my life. Looked cool after. BUT HELL DIZZY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I quickly bought a tall ice cream to somehow defuse my bamboozled head. I feel nauseous and sick then I throw up. Yuck no? hehhehe. I was like a big mouthed hose of pressurized cold vomit.  Good thing I didn’t puked on anyone (or worst puked during the ride.. hahhaha). After that yucky scene, I spent the rest of the afternoon inside the clinic.&lt;br /&gt;After 4 years, I had a an on and on recollection of that puking memory. Why? Last Saturday, moi and adan lee made EK. My second time there but my first time to meet his close friends. Some of them had been there and some were first timers. OF course, the dare to ride the space shuttle is there. Monster space shuttle. By the way, we were 10 all in all (5 pairs) one pair didn’t come with us. I was physically walking to the booth and my head was shrinking in panic. Honey told me not to ride if I really can’t take it. But if I won’t, sya lang ang walang kasama. I hoped and prayed that the ride would time out but to my dismay, we were doing our seatbelts after a bout of 20-30minutes.&lt;br /&gt;Knees shaking. Cold sweat. I wasn’t looking down..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was hollering. I was just looking at the same side where I was years ago. This time it was different. It was a lively evening and the ground was a haze of wild lights. The man beside me was a familiar face. He wasn’t screaming. But he was uttering words. He said “I love you honey” and he was looking at me. Between the sensation of anxiety and joy, I stopped. And responded in calm emotion. It was a moment to remember. Then. I went back to reality in seconds. I still wasn’t looking down and was already screaming for dear life. I conditioned that any moment now; I will feel my heart numb and catch my breath so hard. The same fright I had before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After gathering in the ground with the rest of the gang, I looked up the rollercoaster, Still dizzy sans the puking. I told myself will ever ride the thing again? I said NO. But if my man is there beside me and hear those words in such an enchanting moment…… I would ride that monster machine- over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)(*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-116670385740574308?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/116670385740574308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=116670385740574308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/116670385740574308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/116670385740574308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2006/12/almost-puked-on-rollercoaster.html' title='almost puked on the rollercoaster'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-115469732426367804</id><published>2006-08-04T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T06:15:24.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a friday night chat with my old buddy jp</title><content type='html'>my headliner was : may kilala ba kayong architect? ipasok niyo naman bro ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: meron!&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: may trabaho na...&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: apmc&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: insan mo?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: ayun, nsa facilities sa libis&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: yung pinsan mo nga?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: kulit a! facilities engr. nga sa libis...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: oo nga&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: so un kakilala mong engr...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: architect pla.. facilities engr sa libis?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: tama ba?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: sorry ah slow ako eh&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: may kilala akong arch., may trabaho na...&lt;br /&gt;tapos itinanong mo yung insan ko...&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko, may trabaho na sa libis...&lt;br /&gt;fac. engr.&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: gets?!&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ok clear na un abt sa insan mo&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: dun sa rchitect..&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ang sabi ko kung pwede ipasok bro ko&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: apmc yun e... pwede ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: why not?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: e 'di si Genesis ang i'kontak mo... yung kilala ko bago lang e...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: honga no&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: kpag nakita mo.. banggitin mo lang ha&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: pero ako kakausap sknya..&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hihihihi&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: may gf na ba xa?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: ndi ko naman nkakausap yun e...&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: gf... oo ata&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: hoping ka pa dun?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: nyuk&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hindi ah&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: mjo weird lang feeling.. heheh sama ko&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: dami ko pagpipilian..&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: ndi bading un! manyak rin un!&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: layo kay gen&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: haha&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: sama ko&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: gaya ko! hehe!&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: na masama?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: o dami pagpipilian?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: hehe!&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: alam mo..&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: *uc#!&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: kapag kausap mo un.. and as if manyalk siya..&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: what's it?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: i think he's just trying to fit in... but that's not really him&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: (sama sama ko)&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: si Gen?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: ndi nman...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: mjo..&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: he has a goal, that's why he always seems to be just tryin to fit in...&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: GOAL&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ride on lang sa ka-maniacan niyo noh.... nahwa lang yan nung time na un&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: ndi manyak na goal...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: AND THE GOAL IS?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: ask him&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: it's his and not mine to tell&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: fine&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: still&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: he really doesnt need to ptoject soemthing he is not&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: yun nga sya e, "tryin to fit in"&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: gets?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hihihi&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: soi&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: un na nga&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: tsk'&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: d na kayo close?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: db close kayo nun?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: tagal na naming hindi nag-uusap at nagkikita...&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: namatay na tatay nya&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: lam mo?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: nagpunta kami ni sheryll saburol..&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: huling gabi&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: sa last night kami lang nagpunta&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: may ofic mate dn&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: may ofic mate dn...?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ofc m8 nya&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: may nagpunta sainyo??&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: yup, sina remus at cliff at ibang barkada, pero ako kasama ko si jeanne hiwalay na lakad hindi kami nagsabaysabay&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: jeane?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: gf#1 mo?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: gfOnly1 ko!&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: and "my women" are the others!&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: wahahaha&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: LOL&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: iba kna tlga ngayon dude&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: know/heard of someone called "nica"?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ive read your testimonials dre...&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: alright...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: maganda un.. ano pinakain mo!!!&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: sa bundok ko nakilala yun, rare catch!&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: yun, friend ko yun dati pa, college pa...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: taga inyo?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hehe joke dre.. bundok kamo eh&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: what about being rare catch?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: bundok sa amin, pero hindi sa amin...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ahhh... how was teh catch?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: for someone not so pleasant looking such as i am...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: lamo... for girls.. la naman gano bearing ang mukha noh...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: tamo gf mo ngayon... napintas&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: (sige, 2nd-the-motion ka lang dyan!)&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: o siya&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: sige na, tama na!&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: what happened nga&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: saan...?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: sa nica?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: she's in dubai...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: panong catch? nanging gf mo ba?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: now a flight attendant&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: bakit ba interesado ka dun sa "catch"?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ohhhh..&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: hindi ko gf yun!&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: eh sa un nag topic eh.. hindi sa kung cno siya and what she does..&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: ok... drop the topic, senseless&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: she's one of the "others"&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: kind'a...&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: only 3 times kami nag-meet sa buong buhay...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: nakow.. dpat fulfilling yan... hitik baga.. what happened sa three times na yan?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: may holdng hands ba ito..&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: nothing happened ever...&lt;br /&gt;everytime is just...&lt;br /&gt;(anung term dun, tantalizing ba?)&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: so you mean, your "others", you mean, you were attracted to other women.. until now if ever u meet agn...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ang definition ko kasi dre...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: may gf ka ngayon.. but you date other girls&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: casual date lang.. dahil may "attraction".. but not necesarily.. making a "follow-through"&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: gets?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: unless you have communiction till now....&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: theres still an ongoing "attraction"&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: yung "others", ay biro lang!&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: unless that includes nica...&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: hehe!&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ahhh okay&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: sus naman to&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: kala ko pa naman ay.. is akang don romantiko ngayon&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: bakit ka ba naniniwala sa akin...?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: dahil akala ko... kilala pa din kita&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: wag kang mag-alala... i'll always be the me you've befriended years ago...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: im touched all over...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hahahha&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: me too&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: kung may magbabago, pag nagkita tayo, hindi kita makakalimutan...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: iba tlga ang kampante mo saken no?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: golden rule... is my rule&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: anong rule nga ba un ulet?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hehe&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ay teka..&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hulaan ko&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ... na lahat ng magiging friend mo... 'if i have only one friend left.. i'd want it to be you.."&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: (sana tama)&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hehehhe&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: ndi a...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: mali ba? hehehe&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: i just want to make friends that are friends forever&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ahhh&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: actually un sinabi ko kanina.. kaw nagsabi saken nun&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: nsa dilim tayo nun.. wahahahha&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: kailan yun, nung hinalikan kita sa leeg at sinabi mong "...hindi na ako bata"?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: tange&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hahahhaah&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: nung kinausap tyo ng madre at tiningnan un mga ID naten&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: hehe!&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: naaalala mo ba yung binanggit ko?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ...........oo&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: bkit ba magkasama pa tyo nung oras na un?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: mmm... drop the topic...&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: malaki ba kita dyan sa Fdaniels?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: nakow randy&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: i am already over with that ordeal... you made it look like it was a bad thing.... ( ewan ko lang)&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: bakit naman?&lt;br /&gt;just want it be cherished and not spoiled by talking about it&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: for your second question ( which u asked already) above average.. ok lang&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: for that topic i want to drop...&lt;br /&gt;i am not trying to make it look like it was a bad thing, i'm sorry if that is how you're gettin' it...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: well&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: wala naman... dnt worry..&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: oist&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: umuwi na si adanlee&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit:&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: o! pasalubong ko!&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: musta sya?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: eto&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: ngayon ko lang naisip.. chinito pla siya&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: anung "eto"?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: okay kami&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: tagal nang chinito yan!&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: andyan sya?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: spent the weekend at their house&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: ktabi mo?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: nagyon ko lang nga naisip na chinito pla siya&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: mas guapo ngayon..&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: tange&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: nsa ofc ako nu kb&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: e di magsasaya kayo nyan!?&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: mjo&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hahhaha&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: pinapinura nya bahay nila kasi pupunta ako dun&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: sabi nung nanay nya&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: at bumili ng bagong sofa&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hehe&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: touch ako&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: san ka na-touch?&lt;br /&gt;jpgrms: kain lang po...&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: isaisama ko siya sa outing nextweek&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: pangit nito!!!&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit: hrrmf&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-115469732426367804?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/115469732426367804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=115469732426367804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/115469732426367804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/115469732426367804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2006/08/friday-night-chat-with-my-old-buddy-jp.html' title='a friday night chat with my old buddy jp'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-111763828581903121</id><published>2005-05-30T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T08:39:19.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makati Diaries 11: Did she come into your life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;The year seemed amazingly active.&lt;br /&gt;And now she’s 24.&lt;br /&gt;Did she come into your life?&lt;br /&gt;Did you see her grow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 jobs around Makati.&lt;br /&gt;Nightly joyrides. First lady treatments.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee nights. Coffee dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Friendships built. Friendships forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks at herself.&lt;br /&gt;Tired and Enduring&lt;br /&gt;Semi-tactless but 100% caring.&lt;br /&gt;Evidently dressed better and yet still couldn’t leave being a punk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence is with the wind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hurt. Cheated. Accused.&lt;br /&gt;Her heart was torn into million pieces .&lt;br /&gt;And yet incredibly still so much in love with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She celebrates the day in her lonely table.&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to learn everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Staying up late, and living up to her boss’ expectations&lt;br /&gt;She’s supposed to be in high spirits&lt;br /&gt;And yet tears would well up her frail eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I just wish her to be a happy girl again.&lt;br /&gt;Like she used to be.&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-111763828581903121?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/111763828581903121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=111763828581903121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111763828581903121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111763828581903121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2005/05/makati-diaries-11-did-she-come-into.html' title='Makati Diaries 11: Did she come into your life?'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-111763658530013627</id><published>2005-05-21T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T05:40:16.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makati diaries 10 : A chamorro surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Jazzef 7438517&lt;br /&gt;Message ; Tol, powerbooks. 7pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I learned from Sef is never be late. You even need to get your watches in sync. Though I am so hooked with my work, I need to hit Ayala around 6:30pm. And since there’s no much rides in my area to the mall (aside from walking up to LKG tower), taxi’s are but a relief. Good thing on Saturdays, you don’t need to look corporate. Funny. I’m wearing heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From: Jazzef 7438517&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#996633;"&gt;Message: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#996633;"&gt;I’ll be late…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for rushing.&lt;br /&gt;It was a weeks notice when I received this invite of his. A wave of shock took me. Like what does he want me to think? Padespedida na ba ito? And though not too much to my surprise, most of the batch are leaving the country. Like cows, seeking greener pastures. And like a beautiful beach where you’ve been, it may be the last time you’ll ever see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 15 minutes (or so). Sef came.&lt;br /&gt;“tol! Anong meron??!”. Huh? Huh?”. I was squeezing his neck.&lt;br /&gt;“anong anong meron?”, he was busy texting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly, a longhaired lady with deep set of dimples emerged from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;It’s Marie!! Gosh it’s Marie!&lt;br /&gt;Still the same—simple on black shirt and jeans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#996633;"&gt;And yet behind that uncomplicated look is a lady who survived UST Engineering,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#996633;"&gt;Someone who usually stand between contractors and management,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#996633;"&gt;A lady who teaches Construction Math to fully grown adults &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#996633;"&gt;back in the beautiful island of GUAHHHM....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost 11months. And I was a happy girl the last time we saw each other.&lt;br /&gt;We told stories better than we did on emails.&lt;br /&gt;Joe treated us to Bubba Gump. Coffee bean on marie. &lt;refer&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two other guys weren’t able to make it. Sayang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late at night, I took a taxi all the way to caloocan.&lt;br /&gt;Hava family outing thingy in Bulacan the next day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an active weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-111763658530013627?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/111763658530013627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=111763658530013627' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111763658530013627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111763658530013627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2005/05/makati-diaries-10-chamorro-surprise.html' title='Makati diaries 10 : A chamorro surprise!'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-111703901617865455</id><published>2005-05-16T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T07:59:44.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makati diaries 9: Up the 16F</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;as i rode a taxi on my way to work this morning with three total strangers, i received an sms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;from sheryll..." joms, i heard from chico this morning greeting somebody who just passed the CE board exams. the results are out i guess."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;i ddnt reply bec i had no load. my heart was panting. as i reached the office. i called her up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;"girl, wla akong load. may internet k db? check mo naman.", kako. " teka may tinitingnan ako para kay neal", she retorted. " ah ganon ba? pasenxa na. cge mmaya na lang". "ito na nga binubuksan na. saan ba?" i told her to look up at inq7 and read a list of courses... "chemical.... civil...*pause 19 lang ang nag-exam??.... *pause.. ay iba to.. tol wala pa results", she finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;okay but unbelieving.i loaded up as lunch came. "Joel, may results na daw ah". Joel opened inq7...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;687 MANALO, MARLON BRYAN GENER ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;At that instant. i ddnt know what to feel. i am sure i am happy about it. finally he did it. i was finding explanation about my strange feeling while eating my longganisa. i texted ryll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"To: *ryll Message: He passed...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;after three spoonfuls, i moved my lunch back to the ref. tried to drink water and went to the balcony. Up the 16F overlooking the roofs and cars passing by. i know that the air is darn hot but i felt chilly. i looked at my phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"from: *ryll / Message: Dapat lang. He bears the name of our school. Well, u must b happy. Congratulations?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was sad sheryll. i ddnt eat lunch. nalulungkot ako kasi diko manlang siya ma-congrats".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I perfectly understand jom. u have to go through thgis painful triumphant moment of h is that u cant be part of any longer.. so u can move on, find and accept someone else in you life who cn love u the way he didnt, so u can be part of his dream, triumphs/failures. u nid this bitter phase to push you to move on.."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;im becoming dramatic that this is an important event of his that it affects me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;i went back in the office at 1pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;8:29 pm. May 16,2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-111703901617865455?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/111703901617865455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=111703901617865455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111703901617865455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111703901617865455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2005/05/makati-diaries-9-up-16f_16.html' title='Makati diaries 9: Up the 16F'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-111703815718886408</id><published>2005-05-01T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T07:15:06.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makati Diaries 8: AWOL _part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Maybe... not looking back had been a habit of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;maybe because it pains/saddens me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;for saying goodbye is hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;but then again, we all get used to spoken and unspoken goodbyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;we were heading south. still panting as if i had left a dead body or something.&lt;br /&gt;im not used to running away but i have no choice, i have to leave.&lt;br /&gt;and yet my conscience is there, telling me to find a phone&lt;br /&gt;at least finish the task that i left.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;barely lunch, i searched for a phone. eh puro card ang meron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;so i went to look for phonecards until we have searched the whole mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;as i have made a few phone calls. no freight mover is available.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;as we were ordering Magoos, i made a slight courage if i could use their phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;Still no freight mover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;i made a decision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;me: hello? ms. Yna? si Joan to...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;she responded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;me:wala po ako mahanap eh...............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;ms. yna: Sa monday nlng cgro. papasok kba sa monday?..............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;There it is. Like why does she need to ask? Was it in the tone of my voice?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;me: Hindi na po...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;ms. yna: Aabsent ka? or hindi kna papasok? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;silence&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;me: hindi na po... Cge po......thank you. (i put the receiver down)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;and that was it. she should get the idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;and there i was, At ATC, spending my last salary on Pizza and Catwoman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;i dont care. i &lt;was&gt; am happy anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-111703815718886408?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/111703815718886408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=111703815718886408' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111703815718886408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111703815718886408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2005/05/makati-diaries-8-awol-part-2.html' title='Makati Diaries 8: AWOL _part 2'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-111461105700450910</id><published>2005-04-27T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T09:19:58.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makati Diaries 7: AWOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;It’s the cool wind end of July&lt;br /&gt;And I felt my thin salary in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;I’m heading home.&lt;br /&gt;That day is supposed to be my last day at L&amp;M&lt;br /&gt;But with an important task assigned for the following day&lt;br /&gt;I thought, “… half day lang naman”.&lt;br /&gt;The sudden sprang of conscience made me&lt;br /&gt;almost forget a scheduled date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning came. I looked around the office.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is on their humdrum routines.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly as if I could not hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;Save for the fax machine beeping.&lt;br /&gt;The only sound above lifeless employees.&lt;br /&gt;I went on to track my steel shipment to Zamboanga.&lt;br /&gt;“Basta pag 10 am na, bababa nako…”&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Vivian called up, meeting at ten.&lt;br /&gt;My cellphone rang, he was already parked infront of the building.&lt;br /&gt;I went down and gave him “Bkit baligtad magbasa ang mga Pilipino?”;&lt;br /&gt;Explained, gave him a peck and went up the building again.&lt;br /&gt;I endured the meeting and went on to finish&lt;br /&gt;my goodbye letter to Grace. The most humble person in the office.&lt;br /&gt;My boss obliged me to leave not after I find a freight mover.&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that he won’t grow impatient. He was early then.&lt;br /&gt;I was caught in the middle of professional principle and&lt;br /&gt;Personal life awareness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went on to make few phone calls to no avail in 10 min.&lt;br /&gt;I grabbed my bag, logged out, and ran as soon as I passed the door.&lt;br /&gt;I never looked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if a chapter of my life will be left behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, they will just be a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world behind me fade to black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was like a convict, running out of prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran and panted....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't look back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-111461105700450910?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/111461105700450910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=111461105700450910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111461105700450910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111461105700450910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2005/04/makati-diaries-7-awol.html' title='Makati Diaries 7: AWOL'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-111331789722929730</id><published>2005-04-13T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:58:17.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makati Diaries 6: Collorum Fx’zzzzz in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;I remember mentioning in an article once (that was a summer) about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;taking the bus going to makati during the good ol’ days of job hunting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Imagine the morning smoke puffs you get into your face before reaching &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Quiapo and the dizzying air freshner (the green colored shaped like Christmas tree)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt; makes you a little bit losyang even before you reach the working metropolis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;More than once, I saw Estong walking along Fajardo st at 7am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;(I was then working at Buendia) and heck did I recall him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt; takingthis particular trip. Thanks to estong, I discovered collorum fx rides. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Morning.7 months. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Of course, had been familiar faces alreadyand yet no acquaintances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Just the sheer friendly smileseach time you reach your pamasahe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Or you say “ma para” for somebody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;There are times when I get to ride with high school classmates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;You’ll notice how often this particular woman wear her blouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;or how fashionable the lady next to her is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Or finally assuming that the guy with shades is gay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Except this one girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;She has that far away look in her eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;And somewhere between that 40 minute ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Tears would wash her morning make-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;What could she be thinking?as if i could feel her too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;as if i could answerthat million dollar question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Every road trip is like battle of the minds.(eyes rolls)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;what could they be thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Like robots, chin upcrisp suits, gelled hair, envelope tucked under. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;Everybody was dropped along Ayala Ave infront of SGV bldg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;as if i felt that feeling beforeso full of aspirationsand all out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;career no lovelife standing your waybut dreams and like robot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;but a multitask in your brainstarts to run.&lt;br /&gt;what else could they be thinking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... aside from automatically buying Taho....... ewan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mon, 28 Mar 2005 13:51:27 +0100 (BST)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-111331789722929730?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/111331789722929730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=111331789722929730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111331789722929730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111331789722929730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2005/04/makati-diaries-6-collorum-_111331789722929730.html' title='Makati Diaries 6: Collorum Fx’zzzzz in the morning'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-111331735838259651</id><published>2005-04-13T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:52:23.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>makati diaries 5: over overnights</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;i thought i have prepared my stuff for just one office overnight.&lt;br /&gt;just one night. just to finish the heavy load.&lt;br /&gt;though extra shirts and extra underwear were added when i plan to go to the&lt;br /&gt;gym after work. clothings for just one night (not to mention several underwear for some night hot shower. thank God i dont need to boil water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i sit down in front of my active computer, i ddnt notice dusk slowly shadowing my window pane. next thing i know-- dinner at kfc. breakfast at mini stop. g**. lunch. dinner. dawn. work. batangas sweets ni manang for merienda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh it's 4:11 am&lt;br /&gt;oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im sure its not only me who experience mad overtime. people even have sunday work just to hit deadlines. i think it's a commonality for people in my line of industry to undergo this fatal dedication. less sleep. less gimik. less chance for ____. you name it. the best compensation i get is unlimited internet, unlimited coffee, sleeping with aircon, eat and eat, you look so masipag you can be hopeful getting absorbed by the company for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, here i am&lt;br /&gt;writing makati diaries&lt;br /&gt;at 4:14am&lt;br /&gt;sunday&lt;br /&gt;hearing stand up comedy on launchcast&lt;br /&gt;chatting with my gemini co-worker&lt;br /&gt;looking at the window&lt;br /&gt;as i notice dawn slowly shadowing my window pane.&lt;br /&gt;nakikilamay sa cad dahil kung hindi sa bagal ko na paggawa ay maaga&lt;br /&gt;kahit papano ang pagtapos ng gawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my bed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;Sat, 12 Feb 2005 20:36:21 +0000 (GMT)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-111331735838259651?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/111331735838259651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=111331735838259651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111331735838259651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111331735838259651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2005/04/makati-diaries-5-over-overnights.html' title='makati diaries 5: over overnights'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-111331704151188378</id><published>2005-04-12T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:45:56.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makati Diaries 4:   A Day Before New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;i am 70% thankful&lt;br /&gt;and 30% unthankful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thankful side is that i have the opportunity to earn what i've spent for the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;and that also mean -- no vacation (yes, this is included in the 70% thankful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the unthankful part, it is when i dont have the time to shop-- that meant trudging divisoria&lt;br /&gt;in the evening, rushing to the mall before it closes, bearing the apartment's utter silence since&lt;br /&gt;people are having their holiday spree. oh i forgot.. i just sleep when i got home after a night out.&lt;br /&gt;i better change my rate to 80% and 20% respectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, almost all stores are closed in makati so me and two of my seniors have to walk all&lt;br /&gt;the way to greenbelt to have lunch. Bonding. Makati was such a lonely sight. Ayala Avenue&lt;br /&gt;was closed to make way for the lighting setup in preparation for tomorrows New Year celeb.&lt;br /&gt;Like the one we see in U.S. where people gather in the streets i.e New York and make a&lt;br /&gt;countdown sortee. Only few people. Thank God Greenbelt is open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year when i come back here on my new slacks and heeled shoes,&lt;br /&gt;the air would be different.&lt;br /&gt;It's a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;although, the inevitable routinary life--&lt;br /&gt;Boil water&lt;br /&gt;Collorum fx lines&lt;br /&gt;Underpass crowd&lt;br /&gt;work drag&lt;br /&gt;single mom-like&lt;br /&gt;expect opportunities&lt;br /&gt;take chances&lt;br /&gt;lose&lt;br /&gt;win&lt;br /&gt;laugh&lt;br /&gt;cry&lt;br /&gt;love&lt;br /&gt;be in love&lt;br /&gt;**sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the age where we are experiencing the mid-life crisis.&lt;br /&gt;we start to realize that there are a lot of things about us that we don't know&lt;br /&gt;or may not like (so the author says). We get scared. We don't know where we are.&lt;br /&gt;oh well, In two days, those born in 1981 (i'm in!) will have a good year. Hey! it's the year of the rooster. (psychic me)&lt;br /&gt;Let's breath in the luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New year to all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;---Thu, 30 Dec 2004 11:40:35 +0000 (GMT), my table, Arup Office&lt;thu,&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-111331704151188378?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/111331704151188378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=111331704151188378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111331704151188378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111331704151188378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2005/04/makati-diaries-4-day-before-new-year.html' title='Makati Diaries 4:   A Day Before New Year'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-111331622281579511</id><published>2005-04-12T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T07:45:31.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Makati Diaries 1:  One fine Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the matutinal scenery..&lt;br /&gt;you wake up and automatically heat water for your morning bath.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;press your clothes though undecided really what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no breakfast&lt;br /&gt;you brush your teeth to take away your morning halitosis.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a little make up from there atop with a corporate look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and off you go carrying your backpack you didnt touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;since you arrived mid last night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturdays in makati could be really lonesome&lt;br /&gt;few people.. few cars.. few open buildings..&lt;br /&gt;Even mr. Taho who use to be in the corner &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;and the candy woman is missing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air is sooo light and free&lt;br /&gt;its llke you are on the right track up to a promising career..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the travels.. the people&lt;br /&gt;it's the yuppie feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhh. office at last and you'd feel the low &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;humming aircon breaking your eardrums in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;utter silence.. there's no really work on saturdays &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i have to come to finish some Cebu water tank, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;my table's a trash, and calcs are a dozen.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(shet.. pano ko nga ba gagawin to??!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my... how will i ever come through the day&lt;br /&gt;oh Lordy help me&lt;br /&gt;help me focus on my work&lt;br /&gt;please take away the _____ thoughts of my recent life&lt;br /&gt;my recent life.....&lt;br /&gt;my recent life.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops, dad called and it was refreshing.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;talk about the whats up and whats gonna be... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;the feeling of a daughter for a father on those kinds of talks..&lt;br /&gt;those kinds of talks..&lt;br /&gt;on my chair and messy table and calcs&lt;br /&gt;up the nth floor of a building&lt;br /&gt;overlooking toxic and busy makati.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- Oct 9, 2004&lt;br /&gt;jomaykulit@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-111331622281579511?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/111331622281579511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=111331622281579511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111331622281579511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111331622281579511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2005/04/makati-diaries-1-one-fine-saturday.html' title='Makati Diaries 1:  One fine Saturday'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11875026.post-111245557191147501</id><published>2005-04-02T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T07:26:11.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PASTA E PATATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;a poem for mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guadagnavi soldi sola (you used to earn money alone)&lt;br /&gt;E di mattini freddi benedetti preparavi (and in blessed cold morning you prepared)&lt;br /&gt;Prima degli affanni del commercio (before the struggles of the commerce)&lt;br /&gt;Del clamor del giorno (of the day noise)&lt;br /&gt;Pria dell’arroganza (before the arrogance)&lt;br /&gt;E dell’affannosa trattativa (of the tiring dealing)&lt;br /&gt;Ascosa (hidden)&lt;br /&gt;Fra vetri appannati (in steamy windows)&lt;br /&gt;D’alba fredda (of cold dawns)&lt;br /&gt;E bollir di casseruole (and boiling of pots)&lt;br /&gt;Madre mia. (Mine Mother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olio ed aglio (Oil and garlic)&lt;br /&gt;E pomodori nostri (and our tomatoes)&lt;br /&gt;E sedano e patate (and celery and potatoes)&lt;br /&gt;Comprate a lire tue (bought in pesos of yours)&lt;br /&gt;Nell’umido mercato. ( in the muddy market)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E grani di sale (grains of salt)&lt;br /&gt;E polvere d’amore (powder of love)&lt;br /&gt;E dignità e pazienza assai (dignity and patience a lot)&lt;br /&gt;E sacrificio (and sacrifice)&lt;br /&gt;E impegno (and devotion)&lt;br /&gt;E amore, (and love)&lt;br /&gt;Amore, (love)&lt;br /&gt;Amore. (love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(maggio 2004)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://neoboard.neoworx-blog-tools.net/board.php?user_id=30718&amp;tool_id=30718"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11875026-111245557191147501?l=joms530.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/feeds/111245557191147501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11875026&amp;postID=111245557191147501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111245557191147501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11875026/posts/default/111245557191147501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joms530.blogspot.com/2005/04/pasta-e-patate.html' title='PASTA E PATATE'/><author><name>joan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15217942846780926707</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
