<?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-16449282</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:08:34.024+07:00</updated><title type='text'>give me a hug.</title><subtitle type='html'>A harmless hilarity and a buoyant cheerfulness are not infrequent concomitants of genius; and we are never more deceived than when we mistake gravity for greatness, solemnity for science, and pomposity for erudition. I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. 
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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-116906091698161709</id><published>2007-01-18T02:03:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T02:08:37.093+07:00</updated><title type='text'>since moving on sounds wrong...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;i am moving to my LJ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am now &lt;a sabprocessed="1" href="http://sandinuh.livejournal.com"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still keeping this site but am not maintaining it.&lt;br /&gt;bye. i loved you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-116906091698161709?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/116906091698161709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=116906091698161709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116906091698161709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116906091698161709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2007/01/since-moving-on-sounds-wrong.html' title='since moving on sounds wrong...'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-116895593414744842</id><published>2007-01-16T20:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T21:59:27.420+07:00</updated><title type='text'>baaakit bakit ba nung up fair blahblahblahkanta :)</title><content type='html'>"we were inlove together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wooh. heavy stuff. may sasakit pa ba jan? i've been thinking about all the wrong things. That statement alone is the reason for all the joy and the pain. leave it to one of your boy friends to remind you of how "you were inlove with someone else back then." thank you for that trip down memory lane. nako, thank you talaga. haha. peace :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, i'm blaming the lovapalooza-ish event on saturday for my current anguish. haha. i'm totally kidding ofcourse! because i'm inviting you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;UP JMA &amp; Close-Up presents:&lt;br /&gt;Paparazzi! Kissing Seen!&lt;br /&gt;A Culminating Party for the Close-Up Lovapalooza PrintAd Contest!&lt;br /&gt;January 20, Saturday, 10pm at Temple Bar GB2&lt;br /&gt;Free Flowing San Mig Light, San Mig Strong Ice, Jack Daniels, Jaggermeister and more!&lt;br /&gt;Php 250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best-dressed couple wins a helicopter ride and a dinner date at Hotel Intercontinental!&lt;br /&gt;Party pictures will be featured in Chalk magazine!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pumunta na kayo. start your valentines right and early!&lt;br /&gt;at dahil uso ang break-ups, it's a great venue to mingle with singles! hahaha. kidding :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aj has a very good reason not to go, it's written up there and it has 3 letters, so don't think i'm pissed. there's always the ball. yey! basta let's bring dates so we can win that helicopter ride ok? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy 19th birthday jannine!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6396/1561/1600/940199/Buhbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 276px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6396/1561/320/47115/Buhbye.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-116895593414744842?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/116895593414744842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=116895593414744842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116895593414744842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116895593414744842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2007/01/baaakit-bakit-ba-nung-up-fair.html' title='baaakit bakit ba nung up fair blahblahblahkanta :)'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-116878551407545535</id><published>2007-01-14T21:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T21:48:55.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>to "al"</title><content type='html'>i wonder where i put my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;else it was purely girls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's something i dug up. i guess it's a tad applicable for now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i may never have the privelege of being your friend after you've gone up and down: fallen and risen, unlike the others, is why i cry for you. i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;selfish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i may never experience standing with you with unclenched fists and willing hearts is why i cry for you. i am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i may never get to drink with you, with the absence of all the bitterness but the fermented yeast's, and your unsickly sweet laughter, is why i cry for you. i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i may never be held like i hold, paying with my soul in full, is why i cry for you. i am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;broke-n.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i may never feel your adulterous caress, i remain &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 327px; height: 440px;" src="http://images.kristiaveloso.multiply.com/image/19/photos/66/500x500/17/100_2851.jpg?et=6LjaVdIjRnahZjuNeyTR4A" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uuuy. BALIKAN NA BA TO?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-116878551407545535?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/116878551407545535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=116878551407545535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116878551407545535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116878551407545535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2007/01/to-al.html' title='to &quot;al&quot;'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-116852066997401336</id><published>2007-01-11T18:41:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T20:04:30.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>losing and making no sense at all.</title><content type='html'>it's like quitting smoking but you don't know you're puffing on the last stick you'll ever have.&lt;br /&gt;i finished my last stick and i didn't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i should feel happy. i'm losing the habit that for so many months i've been trying to lose. but i don't feel happy. i lost. that's what i feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost and it's not even a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a basketball player about to retire but i didn't even know my age. to me, every game, every day was the first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost and i wasn't even playing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the game. i used to play it and i felt invincible... until the day i knew what invincible was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i crying?&lt;br /&gt;because there was invincibility.&lt;br /&gt;because i lost.&lt;br /&gt;but if there is still hope and i haven't really lost, i'm crying because i will lose... the one i cry for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no sense. i'm not ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone who looks like colin freakin farrel won't make things ok.&lt;br /&gt;someone who drives you everywhere in a fancy car won't make things ok.&lt;br /&gt;someone who buys you goddamn christmas havaianas won't make things ok.&lt;br /&gt;someone who holds your hips and sways with you won't make things ok.&lt;br /&gt;all you need is someone to love and love you back. then you'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that someone will hug you too.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; give me a hug please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:* for always eydyey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-116852066997401336?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/116852066997401336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=116852066997401336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116852066997401336'/><link rel='self' 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width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-116808415162275327?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/116808415162275327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=116808415162275327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116808415162275327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116808415162275327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2007/01/welcome-2007.html' title='welcome 2007'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-116146533860926136</id><published>2006-10-22T04:11:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T04:15:38.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'>note to self:</title><content type='html'>you are not built for high heels.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-116146533860926136?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/116146533860926136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=116146533860926136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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damn you for reading with the least concern in the world! haha. say what now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall post stuff right out of my precious/damn notes. these are things i was, have been, or am "feeling". so...that means &lt;s&gt;they might not be in the NOW&lt;/s&gt; they're hullabaloo. i am making no sense at all. haha. and i won't be, ever. i'm starting this [the note book] so that aj can make fun of me even more, when, all the while, i'm making more fun of him. ooh rah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;indistinguishable emotions and the blender is on five, puree. the toxic mix is unable to smoothly slide into the martini glass, wide and narrowing into its shallowness. in beginning, to refuse the entry of the gunk to the already filthy insides. the melange of hues stirs the curiosity and kills the comatose cat. suicidal tendencies are satisfied and there is no stopping the vomit. here it comes, the emotional vomit. it is a fierce virgin indeed. - the way you slip that mint candy between your taken lips and into your chartered mouth awakens my insides to a preverbial sunny morning. eyes smile and the heart tells tales of love for you. the way that every square inch of the slopes of the darkness of your body smells of cigarettes and carnal sweat; the nose is bewildered and will forever pay homage to the saint that is your scented glory. i smile and my heart has nothing but love for you. the heart has nothing but love for you yet it pays in storms. the orb floods to the narrowest of its gallows with the sight of your aches, your frowns, your anger, your absence. it trembles off the richter and it calms within your embrace. the heart is your gallant warrior. it is neither fowl nor swine in its living under your majestic sistine. it lives in hopes of you being the peter. what am i saying? it is simple. happiness is our happiness. don't get mad and don't get even. a sorry is as real as the sun and i am sorry. every touch is held by the soul even as the body has come to wither. every single emotion is as heartfelt as the first kiss. what is this? it is simple...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no. we are not fighting. we are awesome! [surfer dude accent] and the guardian was awesome :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-116136370601255070?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/116136370601255070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=116136370601255070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116136370601255070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116136370601255070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/10/note-book.html' title='the note book'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-116073923068451997</id><published>2006-10-13T18:04:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T18:39:48.046+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i really am retarded.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i can't believe i even entertained the thought of going to the oktoberfest tonight. "the beer there costs 2 pesos." was my brother's sales pitch. i'm such a freaking pushover. i even asked aj if he wanted to go. what the fuck is wrong with all this? aj said, "e finals ko sa physics bukas e." then he told me to study for the math final on monday. you're unbelievable sandy. unbelievable! how can you forget about the finals? i really am retarded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i have a feeling aj wanted to go, even if he was totally aware of the exams. he kept on asking where it was and other details. haha. caught you you drunkard. well, that's still better than being absent-minded and beerhappy, i.e. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's friday the 13th, again. i can still remember the last one. it was over-planned and under-accomplished. haha. kaye, you have to do something today. it's a tradition now :) i really think friday the 13th is overrated. there's no bad luck or good luck. yes, some people think that luck goes up. it's just a day like any other. oorrr maybe i'm just saying this because i have buttmarks and am accident-prone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CuRSe you! agh. should i touch &lt;a href="http://crs.upd.edu.ph"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-116073923068451997?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/116073923068451997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=116073923068451997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116073923068451997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116073923068451997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-really-am-retarded.html' title='i really am retarded.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-116066532209779191</id><published>2006-10-12T21:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T22:02:02.096+07:00</updated><title type='text'>why the fuck would you have spaghetti + macaroni soup?</title><content type='html'>this thing needs coherence. heck, i need coherence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today was the first time, in three semesters, i took the fifth long exam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-116057575287828440</id><published>2006-10-11T20:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T21:09:12.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'>look! it's the bermuda triangle.</title><content type='html'>i give you [drumroll please]&lt;br /&gt;PANCAKE MAN!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/pancake%20man2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/pancake%20man2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty, so useless. i'm the only one who's not super busy. if you take a peek around the corner, a bus might just pass- kablam! failure. it's like i haven't been doing anything right recently. tsktsk. forget about what ever the fuck happened two weeks ago. good girlfriends get good boyfriends. capiche?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-116057575287828440?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/116057575287828440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=116057575287828440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116057575287828440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/116057575287828440'/><link 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/&gt;tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;isaw baboy&lt;br /&gt;floss&lt;br /&gt;sisig bun&lt;br /&gt;gold crocs&lt;br /&gt;unique havaianas&lt;br /&gt;hugs&lt;br /&gt;kisses&lt;br /&gt;&amp; lots of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img style="width: 189px; height: 142px;" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/95/67/14087659/36174222612571l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115996789751100480?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115996789751100480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115996789751100480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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think it's time to just let this go- let it out and get it over with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[version2]&lt;br /&gt;all you have at three in the morning is yourself. no internet, no sheen. no load, no ceej. no aj whatsoever.  you have your four sticks of cigarettes and your buko ashtray. and you only have yourself. and your spewing out saline solutions again. fuck is all that's running through your head. and you want to strangle middle alo. you wish someone would listen to your muted shrills. and you wish someone would catch your tears. and you wish someone would mend your dying heart. and you wish someone would just hold your hand and tell you everything will be ok. and you yearn for someone to hold every bit that's left of you. you're slowly dying inside and all you can say is aj is such a fuck. don't make me hate you aj. i don't want to hate you. you're supposed to take care of me. you're supposed to make me smile. you're supposed to want to make me happy, but all you do is nothing. where did my aj go? and your camera isn't working. hell hath no fury like a woman scorn. and all you want to do is die. but then again, all you have at three in the morning is yourself. and you can't wait for tomorrow. all that's making you laugh right now are medina's writings on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's over and done with. it's totally meaningless now. it's a big NOTHING. ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lots of love buboy :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/ajsandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/ajsandy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115996187773788100?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115996242149132711</id><published>2006-09-29T18:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T18:47:01.493+07:00</updated><title type='text'>haha. potahngina.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/6398860/1519391" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://pictures.greatestjournal.com/userimg/6432230/1521526" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115996242149132711?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115996242149132711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115996242149132711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115996242149132711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115996242149132711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/09/haha-potahngina.html' title='haha. potahngina.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115676775273974078</id><published>2006-08-28T19:01:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:22:32.753+07:00</updated><title type='text'>don't fuck with this sacred thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;muted shrills,vicarious moaning,quick fixes, and seemingly semi but are actually forced entries. it's all so fucked up. it's living a shakespeare. nocturnal emissions and saline solutions you take forgranted you fuck. smashed potatoes running through your head. all you have is closed-lipped lip service. the carnal exchanges are eternities away from nirvana. you're such a loser damnnit. i'm living in emotional suicide and heart rape you pocket pool boy. this is self mutilation and all i hear is your bitter laughter. my smile on a cartwheel. maggots on every fragment of half-being. admit it you fuck. we are but a caffeine anti-fix. here it is. the suffocation of hindy, sandy and kitsche. we? the toxic dump of the fourth dimension. murder the soul you grim grim reaper. are we regret with two pairs of feet? no fucking starcrossed lovers. what is this so-called passion? the late love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't fuck with this sacred thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. i'm grounded. 9pm curfew on weekdays. 12am curfew on fridays. no sleepovers. no more dormitory. no more free cab rides. commute to school every day. no failing grades(duh?!) less cash, i think. it's not so bad. yeah. i'm just so fucked up and scared. being black-mailed by mother. close to strangulation by father.  i only fear for  you. you. you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might be going on a hiatus. fuck. quit being an asshole who's only there when i'm about to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115676775273974078?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115676775273974078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115676775273974078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115676775273974078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115676775273974078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/08/dont-fuck-with-this-sacred-thing.html' title='don&apos;t fuck with this sacred thing.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115676820495559202</id><published>2006-08-19T00:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:33:16.076+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday buboy. gurang ka na and i'm still prettier than you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/sandinuh/luvu07.jpg" width="33%" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/sandinuh/luvu04.jpg" width="33%" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/sandinuh/luvu05.jpg" width="33%" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was messy. it still is. i know. i love you nonetheless. i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/sandinuh/gayuma.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're so fucking special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115676820495559202?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115676820495559202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115676820495559202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115676820495559202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115676820495559202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-birthday-buboy-gurang-ka-na-and.html' title='happy birthday buboy. gurang ka na and i&apos;m still prettier than you.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115566412444723891</id><published>2006-08-16T00:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:48:44.500+07:00</updated><title type='text'>maybe it's love? nge.</title><content type='html'>&lt;s&gt;chem lec quiz&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;soc sci 1  4-page midterm&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;experiment 8 formal report&lt;br /&gt;experiment 9 quali analysis&lt;br /&gt;aj birthday week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck! kaya mo yan. and ange, tama ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah. we broke up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115566412444723891?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115566412444723891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115566412444723891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115566412444723891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115566412444723891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/08/maybe-its-love-nge.html' title='maybe it&apos;s love? nge.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115434933303029060</id><published>2006-07-31T19:27:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T19:35:33.050+07:00</updated><title type='text'>goddamnnit my eyes hurt.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i know it was so last week but you should really watch&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; the break-up&lt;/span&gt;. i laughed my head off. you would too because everything sounds so familiar. no one ever really got me my twelve lemons dammnit. forgive me. i'm sloshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sayang yung beer. fuck. so much for that. i hate bitter people. get a life next semester you freaking sorority/frat girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yes :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115434933303029060?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115434933303029060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115434933303029060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115434933303029060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115434933303029060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/07/goddamnnit-my-eyes-hurt.html' title='goddamnnit my eyes hurt.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115374871027113842</id><published>2006-07-24T20:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T02:33:45.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;woohoo. just like everyone expected. haha. we watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lady in the water&lt;/span&gt; since classes were suspended because of the sona. it was really nice. it's one of those stories you get so hooked into and it makes you feel like there's still some magic/hope in this world. [three cheers] i kept hugging my jumbo bag of cheese popcorn. go figure. i never really liked paul giamatti. i'm not sure why. maybe i should've watched &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sideways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; i have to watch &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the break up&lt;/span&gt; first. it's showing on the 26th. it's our 5th 28thsary. it's perfect. [sign?] haay nako so sally can wait babbling. enough. i'm just excited that it's almost august and i'm going to busy myself with the big 18th. are you game for one giant sleepover?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm currently downloading &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;highschool musical&lt;/span&gt; stuff for my little sister. kids nowadays get pretty obsessive ah. look who's talking? [still singing wonderwall]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chem 17 firts long exam's on sunday. cross your fingers, hands , legs, and toes for me. thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Friendster Horoscope for July 24, 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leo (Jul 23 - Aug 22)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bottom Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may see it as an obstruction, but someone you love is looking out for you now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In Detail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes people we love tell us things we don't want to hear -- it's called honesty. So if you're looking for support and find skepticism in its place today, don't blame the messenger. The people you trust are looking out for you, whether you realize it or not. And sure, their advice may be undesirable (and unwanted), but they're only trying to help you. You can still move ahead with your ideas as planned, but don't hold a grudge -- those who try to stop you are on your side.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="boxcontent"&gt;well um well um well um. i 'fessed up about everything, even the fighting temptations. stupid sandy stupid. oh the things you do for love [buboy].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115374871027113842?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115374871027113842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115374871027113842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115374871027113842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115374871027113842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-dont-believe-that-anybody-feels-way.html' title='i don&apos;t believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115348176058612659</id><published>2006-07-21T18:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T21:06:02.960+07:00</updated><title type='text'>buboy,</title><content type='html'>this is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/talong.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/talong.jpg" alt="" 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/16449282-115348176058612659?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115348176058612659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115348176058612659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115348176058612659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115348176058612659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/07/buboy.html' title='buboy,'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115348318683925810</id><published>2006-07-19T18:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T19:09:50.330+07:00</updated><title type='text'>movie-wise</title><content type='html'>i love you channing tatum. i love your abs. i love that you play soccer. i love that in some alternate universe you're willing to teach me and play with me. i love that you're not intimidated and you're willing to do something like soccer, or any other physical activity, with your girl. i love that you're a tough guy with a soft inside. i love that you're totally torpe. i love everything about you. i want to have you. [i love that you're bisexual. i want to have you.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naman, if you don't get this, i don't know how else you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Smile%20dearie.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Smile%20dearie.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;happy birthday ramon miguel elefante abeleda :)&lt;br /&gt;i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115348318683925810?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115348318683925810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115348318683925810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115348318683925810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115348318683925810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/07/movie-wise.html' title='movie-wise'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115305198927554675</id><published>2006-07-16T18:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T00:28:14.710+07:00</updated><title type='text'>para sa best boylet ni aj</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/CIMG2125.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 166px; height: 124px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/CIMG2125.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;para sa enrollment adventures, inuman sa sunken, paglalaba ng wala sa oras, daldalan hanggang magkaaraw na, pagsasama sa panahon ng luha at tawanan, panininwala sa amin ni buboy, suporta nung panahon ng bs,  at sa lahat ng napagdaanan natin sheen, salamat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy 18th birthday morning buddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i just got home from makati med. i realized how big a chicken i still am. i actually asked my mom if it would hurt more than a facial would. i think they got that good-looking guy on purpose to take my blood. or maybe i was hallucinating. two freaking vials?? to think, i just lost 5-8 tablespoons from last week's you know what.  i was definitely hallucinating. now everything lies on my immune system's hands and i realize that it's either nonexistent or a completely seperate entity. i haven't done anything good for my body in the looongest time. there's the occasional salad trip, but i barely eat so what good would the salad trip do? please nobody mention yb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im gonna be absent til tuesday. hope ill make it to sheen's :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the cure to any illness. have some eye candy. please vote for frank magalona, paco villegas and REYNALD LAPAN @ &lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/cuties/online_vote.php"&gt;candy cuties&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115305198927554675?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115305198927554675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115305198927554675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115305198927554675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115305198927554675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/07/para-sa-best-boylet-ni-aj.html' title='para sa best boylet ni aj'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115295431185304232</id><published>2006-07-15T15:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:30:44.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>the adventures of buboy gubat and bong liit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kashzabala.multiply.com/photos/album/86"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.kashzabala.multiply.com/image/6/photos/86/1200x120/1/PICT0001.JPG?et=fhKMezxQfwUM6y8j92pzoA" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we had our own little prom at wakwak country club. check out our album. too bad we didn't meet a year before to have a real one. but then again, now is so much better. i'm just sorry i failed the kiss part. you will always be my cesaw montano &lt;3   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;away-bati-insecurities-away-bati what's new?   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mukhang mapapadalas yung mga ganun ah. sama kayo sa susunod na inom. bring your friends." thanks for coming kristia ding and kash :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is everyone kinikilig nowadays? marami nanamang madedevelop in the next months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115295431185304232?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115295431185304232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115295431185304232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115295431185304232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115295431185304232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/07/adventures-of-buboy-gubat-and-bong.html' title='the adventures of buboy gubat and bong liit'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115245861890452673</id><published>2006-07-09T21:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T22:26:01.833+07:00</updated><title type='text'>haunting sound as the real thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i did a quick change in layout because of a long overdue in realization. the first look theme was just too cheesy and that's something i can't be. we don't have cold nights and fires and white wine. we have every other day fights over sms-less sundays and overnight homeless hours of intellectual intercourse over cino [pepsi-coffee]. it will always be that way cause that's what makes us us. we are the grave that i refuse to leave and the refuge that i built to flee. you may see it as incredibly draining and pointless maybe because it is. but none of that means that our pasts are better than our presents. we have a lot to fix but we're fixable.  maybe we can never have that mushy thing but it doesn't mean we care less. in fact we have more more more. sorry for insects who feed on others' despair. so can you just quit it please and leave us alone? fuck the away-bati reputation. hah, this entry is so spiteful yet i'm really not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and no, he isn't higher, he's just higher than you. *that's so mean but true*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;favorite student na ko ni sir alvin and i get a high five from aj. hahaha. mister you've got the wrong kid. i don't have a crush on you ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAD A LOT OF FUN LAST WEEK. THANK YOU &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115245861890452673?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115245861890452673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115245861890452673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115245861890452673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115245861890452673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/07/haunting-sound-as-real-thing.html' title='haunting sound as the real thing'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115174710157245983</id><published>2006-07-01T15:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:02:30.726+07:00</updated><title type='text'>butterfly and chocolate kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;overwhelming week, i have to say. we had a good 28thsary last monday. maybe it was too nice that we had a little scare til wednesday. thanks to viv for the relief. haaay. chem 17 dominated most of my time and thoughts. i hope i can go through it succesfully. experiment 1 palang nasabaw na ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a big yellow butterfly flew in viv's flat while i was there. we spent ten minutes trying to avoid it yet trying to catch it. its was fun shrieking like little girls. we eventually caught it with a spiderman cup and then set it free. viv said i attracted the butterfly. haha. then there was this bee hovering over me yesterday. and then aj and i were talking about the ants i had when i was little. what with the insects noh? i'm too sweet. haha. ulul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love how things have been going back to normal. ceej icy kaye ange carla nina yanie sam aj ej ekai and i went to smoa [sm mall of asia] yesterday to watch fete de la musique. aj and i got to watch all four different concerts. we went home at 4. everyone else went home early. sayang, i was ogling ely buendia, who was sitting at our table at figaro, right after they left. actually [ding] that was aj's fault. anyway, what was i saying about things going back to normal? aaahh. we get to talk like there's no tomorrow and stroll, not knowing where we're going. not just yesterday, but the whole week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[whole week] our saturday/sunday plans coincided and we ended up watching the rockEd event, catching a disappointing glimpse of the englandvsportugal game, buying ark royal pipes, chowing at something fishy, and laughing our heads off at *jonas* expense. cheers to a happy week and a musical weekend for the &lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; weird couple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy and no fuglypseudosorogirL can ruin that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday jb aliling (july1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday va del rosario (july3)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday acela gillamac aka ashley olsen (july6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115174710157245983?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115174710157245983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115174710157245983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115174710157245983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115174710157245983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/07/butterfly-and-chocolate-kisses.html' title='butterfly and chocolate kisses'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115124062695244732</id><published>2006-06-26T03:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:51:03.380+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy 4th 28thsary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sandinuh.multiply.com/photos/album/16"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.sandinuh.multiply.com/image/4/photos/16/1200x120/9/CIMG2437.JPG?et=DJKcZe0hp7meKuRQrRLs9g" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tambayan-chocolate kiss-up film center-katipunan-lisa's house-home adventure :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115124062695244732?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.friendster.com/12521195' title='happy 4th 28thsary!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115124062695244732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=115124062695244732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115124062695244732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/115124062695244732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-4th-28thsary.html' title='happy 4th 28thsary!'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115113443957545530</id><published>2006-06-24T13:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T15:05:26.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>if black is the absence of all colors, what happens if you delete black?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;maybe you'd come out with nothing. but then again, what is nothing? if i delete black, maybe i'd come out with this jarring feeling of emptiness. MAYBE. the fear of the unknown is frightening and i am chicken shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black hole.&lt;/span&gt; an object with such a strong gravitational pull that no matter or energy can escape from it. it is believed to form when stars collapse in upon themselves. a thing into which objects disappear and are not expected to be  seen again.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;side topic. FA30 is making me happy. it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;art pleasures&lt;/span&gt; and there's no harm in admiring beauty. plus, the course description is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the fun art of enjoying art&lt;/span&gt;. i think i'll also be trying to do that with math. noh kaye? hahaha. we're more like the former master than we thought :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how recent events remind me of my childhood of not so long ago, when i shot my pellet gun at that fat kid's tummy. away- bati- away- bati. we went at it for weeks. the only difference now is the addition of malabo to the unending circus. why can't it be as simple as before, when we knew who we wouldn't share our lollipops with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't we all just wish we were kids again? instead of acting like some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/sandinuh/equation.jpg" 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black?'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-115051982840563953</id><published>2006-06-17T11:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T14:43:35.610+07:00</updated><title type='text'>frat boys suck</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well maybe not.  i'll wait for blockboo nalang. atleast yun may kwenta at di pa nagugulo utak ko. it's on july 4-16. bwahaha. but since i'm fuming right now, frat boys still suck ass. camille saw this poster sa engg that said FAG. then i blurted out this twisted idea of running by their place and shouting fag! haay. sandy you are hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am hopeless. i'm still not enrolled and that will definitely last til tuesday. i reached the point where i had my 19 units and was only looking for a pe. now i'm back to 16 and have to prerog on tuesday morning. this un-enrollment will definitely last til tuesday. crap! plus, i have two freshie instructors, one says everything twice and the other is a handsome gossip, who kaye has a crush on. haha. so much for that. the highlight of the week was probably elline visiting and taking a picture with me and kaye. pano naman kasi, i didn't get to watch the brazil-croatia game. binalita lang sakin na &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;siyempre&lt;/span&gt; brazil won 1-0. kaka scored before halftime. i love you kaka. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ahah! further proof of my hopelessness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i miss the boy who held me just right.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the boy who made me smile.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the boy who sang to me under the stars.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the boy who made me close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the boy who did what he had to do.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the boy who said good morning, good night and everything in between.&lt;br /&gt;i miss the boy. i miss THAT boy. is that so hard to understand?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hmm. i think the world is trying to tell me to spend more time on things i've neglected. thank you everyone. you're the best friends in the world :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FA30 please make me happy *crossesfingers*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-115051982840563953?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/115051982840563953/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114987927072373976</id><published>2006-06-10T01:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T02:34:06.670+07:00</updated><title type='text'>spark hope</title><content type='html'>monday is starbucks day. i'm so looking forward to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;enrollment isn't over yet. i can't really rejoice, not yet nor ever. i am now a citizen of the mountain. hello bs mining engineering. hello chem 17. well i still need &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;math+pe+cwts+chem17&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(ge+es1)&lt;/span&gt; for myself. i was thinking of getting cheerdancing or pilates. someone else needs &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2pe+physics71+71.1+2ge&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(chE2+ge)&lt;/span&gt;. elp? anyone? any suggestions? oh well. hello prerog dates :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the worst part of this week was when i was told i had to pass an appeal. what a forkin day bugger.  it just brought useless panicking, stupid fights, and not so shallow tears. our heads got derailed for a day thanks to that damn yellow paper. it turned out that i was doing the right thing to begin with. my plan was actually the right one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now we CHANGE. last chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114987927072373976?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114987927072373976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>chicken!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;oh crap. hindi ko kinaya yung the omen. medyo nabugbog ko yata yung katabi ko sa kaka-duck during scary shit. medyo bitin yung movie. pangit yung ending. ang yabang ko pa magyaya manuod kasi triple 6 ngayon. sabi ko pa hindi nakakatakot yung kid kasi napanuod ko yung interview niya sa isang tv show. pero shit talaga. i might get nightmares ala emily rose or something. damn scary psychological shit is the worse. the woooorse! naisip namin kanina, ang malas naman nung mga pinanganak today. they're like devil children or somethng. haha. kidding. naisip ko, paano yung devil child dun sa movie? pag napanuod ba niya yun matatakot siya? same goes for all the scary movie kids like samara. sasabihin ba niya oy ako yun ah? or will he hide like a little coward just like me? happy birthday nalang sa lahat ng may birthday ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;memorable yata tong araw na toh. tiga area 1 na ko. nightmare or blessing in disguise?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;speaking of chickens and birthdays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;june &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.sandinuh.multiply.com/image/7/photos/5/1200x120/17.jpg/Img_2084.jpg?et=TQxk61vVu6ak2RXoNoQ2Pg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahappy bibibibirthday maria margarita flores!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114960748510633852?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114960748510633852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114960748510633852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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don't get to participate in lesbo action or ishlurp!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you don't get to be in many pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;at sasakalin ka ni meia. lol. kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/meiaflores/Img_3606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/meiaflores/Img_3606.jpg" width="35%" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/meiaflores/Img_3618.jpg" width="35%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;atleast he got to meet 10/13  and i got to see my hair in action :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114943524882517752?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://s13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/meiaflores/?action=view&amp;current=Img_3649.jpg' title='lesbo action and the downside of bringing your guy to a party'/><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114927202086077479</id><published>2006-06-03T00:44:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T04:49:20.253+07:00</updated><title type='text'>so long so long</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Image%2803%29.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 149px; height: 199px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/Image%2803%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tada! i finally did it because i was hoping for some kind of release. but alas, my efforts were futile and i still feel this constant shortness of breath and squeezing of chest. dammnit, i am still alive and i look like an anime character. crapacrapacrapa that haircut cost me yesterday's lunch. i was thinking of not posting a pic so that i could surprise some folks but a lot of my friends don't recognize me. one guy stared for a minute before realization struck. then one even hesitated to come up to me despite noticing the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lakad sandy&lt;/span&gt;. haha. you know who you are and i love you. and HE stared at the floor where his love lay. the hair that use to lie on my head. oh well, thanks to every one who love it for loving it. i'm still getting these episodes. ugh. enrollment's coming and it's scaring me shitless. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ahoy! aj's quitting smoking! &lt;/span&gt;crap. the feeling \/ stays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg she sounds just like gela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114927202086077479?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114927202086077479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114927202086077479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114927202086077479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114927202086077479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-long-so-long.html' title='so long so long'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114884020137430072</id><published>2006-05-29T01:07:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T16:53:04.633+07:00</updated><title type='text'>because the world is against you and love doesn't make it go round</title><content type='html'>i'm sick.&lt;br /&gt;toni's feelings are contagious&lt;br /&gt;and dammnit not even a rocker's lifestyle can cure this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114884020137430072?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114884020137430072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114884020137430072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114884020137430072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114884020137430072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/05/because-world-is-against-you-and-love.html' title='because the world is against you and love doesn&apos;t make it go round'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114856742985872684</id><published>2006-05-26T00:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T03:55:08.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY</title><content type='html'>i'm not really sure i should be. i'm so tired of these birthmarks. just my luck would be such a perfect film for me. lol. i am now leaving the decision making to this person. well, i'd be sort of testing it. anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we're three months old and i love it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.sandinuh.multiply.com/image/4/photos/12/1200x120/13/Image%2807%29.jpg?et=nUR3soXaCma7zWEN4NglsQ" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is something wrong with me. when friends of mine break up, i say "what? why so soon?" eventhough they've been together for like a year or something. i think that's reasonable cause i was with rocky for four years and a year seemed so short. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;happy birthday rocky on the 27th nga pala. &lt;/span&gt;what's wrong is when i'm the one i'm thinking of. months now seem like forever to me. i can't relate to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang bilis naman ng panahon&lt;/span&gt; when it's my panahon. egh. weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i am happy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday to one of my best girls in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 160px; height: 120px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/sandinuh/hungry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you forever baby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kash&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think miggy triggered this happy spurt. you should check it out too. click the pics! g18! you might feel a bit nostalgic eventhough it has only been a year since college happened. i must say; i miss my block and the good old days. it's weird that those days seem so long ago. miggy pahiram!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picturesquedownfall.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h90/submersion719/IE%20Memories%2005-06/th_100_0391.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s62.photobucket.com/albums/h90/submersion719/IE%20Memories%2005-06/th_100_0397.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala nang siraan ng buhay. magpapakatino na ko. i miss you miggy! i love you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one more reason to be happy is that taylor won. yihaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. sorry sorry for this one tiny trace of angst though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck all those kisses. they didn't mean jack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fuck you you 'ho. i don't want you back...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do want my mini skirt back though!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114856742985872684?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114856742985872684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114856742985872684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114856742985872684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114856742985872684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/05/happy.html' title='HAPPY'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114833490620502913</id><published>2006-05-22T04:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T06:28:54.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ooh taay</title><content type='html'>everything will be ok. this too shall pass. it is passing. everything is ok ::deep breath::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;well, our da vinci code didn't but i still got my clarity. i'm going to read the book again to bring back the russel crowe version in my head. nothing beats your imagination but what the heck am i blabbing for. aj says a stupid person can read the book. ugh xmen this week :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i drove the monster truck from the house all the way to up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;all the way baby.&lt;/span&gt; my legs hurt from the damn traffic.  my eyes hurt from not blinking. my head hurt from TOKIPS. anyway, maybe i won't be getting that auto. i'd probably lose it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;friday was rocky drunk confusing. atleast i made ross happy; i think. i did this drama number on aj but it was all good in the end. i got what i wanted. we disco danced :) :) :) we entered this calamansi relay thing and we lost. sayang yung lulu castagnette gc! but, as i've said, it's all good in the end. gino ross aj and carlos slept over. pajama party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all's well. still loving ang loved. bhe :P&lt;br /&gt;crs-ing sucks though and i still haven't found my dad's website. elp?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114833490620502913?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114928074082416701</id><published>2006-05-16T03:37:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T03:39:00.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'>baby it's the hesitation *choke*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regret.&lt;/span&gt; i guess that's what i'm feeling right now. i would've kept my mouth shut if i could hold the unhappiness inside. why am i not happy anyway? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hesitation.&lt;/span&gt; i just figured it out a while ago, when it was too late. i'm hoping all is well by friday so that i wouldn't have a reason to drink. well, that is besides wanting to for fun with friends. i wish watching the da vinci code would bring forth clarity and the gno-ing be dramafree. wtf does this all have to do with a haircut? i dunno. hmm. if i'm having regrets right now, what more if i did get that haircut? good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday carmen, botchok and elise :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm plugging from saab's boyplen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are also things that make a boyfriend earn pogi points.. It's not necessary but you have to admit that whoever does these things will make them worthy of your good looooovin':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He genuinely loves being with you.&lt;br /&gt;- He shows you that he enjoys your company.&lt;br /&gt;- He doesn't mind if the barkada is busy and it's just the two of you.&lt;br /&gt;- He knows all the tricks to make you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;- He is a true friend to you.&lt;br /&gt;- He makes it clear that you are more than just a friend to him.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; He knows when to stop kidding around and when to start making lambing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When he drops you off anywhere (WHATEVER TIME IT MAY BE) he NEVER leaves until you are out of his sight (nakapasok na ng bahay) and he is sure you are safe.&lt;br /&gt;- He doesn't complain about long walks going to your classroom to pick you up after your class.&lt;br /&gt;- He is protective of you that he mutters "O EASY LANG SA TINGIN" and pulls you close to him whenever a creepy guy is obviously checking you out.&lt;br /&gt;- He says I LOVE YOU unexpectedly and it just makes you melt.&lt;br /&gt;- He is not afraid to be sweet to you even when you are with his friends.&lt;br /&gt;- He holds your hand even when he's talking to another person.&lt;br /&gt;- He puts his hand on your waist or on your lower back when you're in public as if saying "yey, she's mine."&lt;br /&gt;- You are not a trophy girlfriend but he is very proud of you.&lt;br /&gt;- He makes you a part of his family, inviting you to family parties :)&lt;br /&gt;- He knows you are worth all the trouble.&lt;br /&gt;- Regardless of how long you've been together, he never fails to walk on the danger side of the road and make you feel protected whenever you cross to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;- He says you are beautiful and he means it.&lt;br /&gt;- He doesn't really enjoy looking at other girls that much anymore. It's you that he thinks is hot.&lt;br /&gt;- He knows his limits when it comes to going out and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- He feels lucky to have you.&lt;br /&gt;- He loves your family and he loves it when he's invited to your family celebrations :)&lt;br /&gt;- He doesn't forget important dates (birthday, anniv, etc).&lt;br /&gt;- His face lights up whenever he sees you.&lt;br /&gt;- He runs errands with you.&lt;br /&gt;- He encourages you to do what you wanna do.&lt;br /&gt;- His kisses are the BEST. (hehehehehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't think it's the colds that's causing the sob fest. ugh. sandy you suck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114928074082416701?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114928074082416701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114928074082416701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114928074082416701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114928074082416701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/05/baby-its-hesitation-choke_16.html' title='baby it&apos;s the hesitation *choke*'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114745326928910761</id><published>2006-05-12T23:28:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T04:31:27.156+07:00</updated><title type='text'>tonic :)</title><content type='html'>is now my favorite word in the english dictionary. cr comes in second. haha. honestly, that has made me the happiest girl alive. of all the recent words, recent meaning often used recently, that one has gotten the most ngiti hanggang tenga timyS. it deserves a different term. timmy =&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;g inang mga mukha yan &lt;/span&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did the most stupid thing. i tried to park the explorer in the parking lot behind casaa. damn tree. damn humongo auto. damn dumbass driver. haha. so i got out, leaving a person heat-stroked inside, and tried to find a person to park it for me. thank goodness for martin and ayisse. haha. THANK YOOUUU :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's carmen's birthday on friday. woohoo. i'm thinking of not drinking because too many people might get involved. accidents nako. bwahahaha. advertisement! sigma beta event on may19 at katips restobar. beer-all-you-can yata kaya samahan niyo na ko. yis :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you guys were wondering why in elmo's name is the place 10K per night. here's a preview. sorry i don't have a better pic that includes the beach house and the beach ETC :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/the_crib.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/the_crib.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still can't believe chris got booted off american idol :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;to someone:&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt; you better get a haircut!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/s&gt;  thank you :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114745326928910761?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114745326928910761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114745326928910761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114745326928910761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114745326928910761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/05/tonic.html' title='tonic :)'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114693451909581759</id><published>2006-05-06T22:29:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T00:25:36.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf is with us and the limelight?!</title><content type='html'>i've been trying not to bring this up. but seeing this picture did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/sandinuh/jiggs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;go ahead and gasp. OMG. it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jiggs&lt;/span&gt;. it's not that we havn't seen this before. we all saw his ken-like bod in the pool during encampment. pero shit, iba parin eh. it's jiggs, our executive wing commander. it's jiggs, bestfriend ni tatay jc. it's jiggs period. will he win? well, let's hope for the best for this batchmate. aynako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;here's what i've been trying to hold in. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PBB&lt;/span&gt;. potahnginangpbbyan. all my friends have written about it. it's either they're proud of fred and joaqui or they're in disgust. it's all everyone talks about. i, personally, am still just shocked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;si marti walang tigil sa kakadada about how crappy it is. how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fred&lt;/span&gt; pulled off a gimmick for his audition. they even cut class just to go to abscbn. fred went in doing the whole acp thing. marching, saluting, and even doing the freaking salipawpaw csa mabuhay mabuhay thing. martis' just bitter i guess because he didn't get in. well imagine my horror if that had happened. again, shit. it's fred, aldo's brother. it's fred, marti's batchmate. it's fred period. wtf is with us and the limelight?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;then there was joaqui. i don't really know what's going on. i haven't watched a single episode of the teen edition. i guess i'd feel weird seeing them on tv. alam mo yun? mapapawoahwtf ka. anyway, as i was saying, then there was joaqui. yeah yeah it's obvious he's  a guwapito. he did several ads and had those big suncellular billboard ads everywhere. we even dubbed him &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;suncellular boy&lt;/span&gt; then ogled him alot. haay. droole ogle droole. but again, my point is, shit. it's wacks, the little boy hanging out sa covered court. it's joaqui period. shit naman, lumaki pa lalo yung fan base niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;funny yang pbb teen edition. elite mostly yung mga kinuha nila. they don''t need the moolah naman. tapos they're all from the same circles. asa pa that fred never knew nina eh she's just from ac which is in sanlo lang, adjacent to dasma.  what a gimmick pare. pare = kristia *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;anyway, i just got back from bf. oy luis i passed by your place several times. haha. i got soo soupy. so soupy that my food craving lasted until a while ago after i ate that half pint of double dutch. badtrip lang kasi i lost 200 bucks and kash lost her wallet. lost = ninakaw? i dunno. hope kristia didn't get grounded. nagparamdam nanaman yung birthmarks ko. i remember that one time in puerto when kash lost her phone. ako rin kasama niya nun eh. beware people. ooooh connect connect. when kash and i were in puerto, luat was there. first name ni luat is rob. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rob is the new apple :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last kaha na out of that REEM. haha. shit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114693451909581759?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114693451909581759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114693451909581759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114693451909581759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114693451909581759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/05/wtf-is-with-us-and-limelight.html' title='wtf is with us and the limelight?!'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114656960455451352</id><published>2006-05-01T23:33:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T19:31:42.873+07:00</updated><title type='text'>because we'll always have orion and the north star</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy labor day :)&lt;/span&gt; we did our share of labor. he fetched me a bucket of water so that i would smell like the mane and tail he loves. i played 'it' in our unspoken agreement. we both walked to market market and back. under the scorching heat from my house and under the influence of caffeine going back. there was this car that was sort of following us home. i swear those guys were gay. not. haha. i have to say this was a very nice day. what was initially a date dedicated to the consumption of&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; two venti capitalism-filled cups&lt;/span&gt; turned out to be one for giant heads from outerspace. hmm. if you have a find your favorite planner you'd know what i mean. his was mocha and mine was apple berry. the birthmarks did try to get the best of us but we overpowered them. bwahahaha. two pairs of beautiful eyes vs. two damned birthmarks. no contest. this day deserves a long &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;weeeee!&lt;/span&gt; accompanied by a nakakagago face with the sunlight hitting it at just the right angle. plus plus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;ok ok. this day was a tad libidinal. this day meaning it wasn't concentrated on certain individuals. it was just it as a whole. the little girl was playing with her hula hoop and her tube top was |this| close from falling. nevermind. my share was buying &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;else it was purely girls&lt;/span&gt;. i was supposed to get the lost boy but as i was flipping through the pages of gelo's thoughts i knew it had more worth. it was the last one and i might never find wake up and smell the stale tinola ever again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to forgive the years when her heart knew no sound but his breath is to accept her eyes have seen no shape but his shoulders...because now at the bar she's gotten bored with him--. ~ angelo v. suarez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;as he sat at the kanto of cavalry drive and lancer st. i had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chat with rocky&lt;/span&gt;. it was such a waste of time. a few minutes that if spent with him would result in bliss. yes yes. i &lt;u&gt;final&lt;/u&gt;ly talked to rocky today. i don't think i need another one for closure. that was enough for me. i can no longer hold on to another when i know i long for someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh. cr break from the venti. maybe i'll puke all the drama out too.  then i'll glue the phone to my ear until morning. it's enrollment on monday. are you trying to kill me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114656960455451352?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114656960455451352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114625506568953889</id><published>2006-04-29T01:53:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T04:31:25.196+07:00</updated><title type='text'>on a reading frenzy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;the computer refused to turn on. well maybe it overheated. i was computerless and netless for two weeks. woopeedoo. i shall now rant in no chronological order or in no order at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;due to boredom and the unfortunate placement of a birthmark, impulsive shopping has reached an all-time high. picture a frantic-looking girl entering every single shop searching the piles for a size 0. the minute she finds one, her face lights up. the sales person notices instantly and attacks. the girl is unable to say nooo. she leaves the store trying to convince herself that it's OK. crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i bought aj a rim of dunhill. ok ok i couldn't stomach giving him the whole thing. i took i don't know how many and gave some to beloved porno stars. oh joy. share ko lang. 70 php ang isang kaha kay manang malapit sa lib. yung manang na nagtitinda ng sobraine sa up. haha. a rim which contains 10 kahas. kahas amf. the rim costs 550 php. yes ang laki ng topak ko for buying a whole rim. pero do the math. 55? tipid! it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my happy 2nd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;s&gt;28thsary&lt;/s&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;monthsary&lt;/span&gt; gift to &lt;s&gt;aj&lt;/s&gt; francis :) haha.  no offense in the slashing. thanks for coming :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahh yes. the girls and i went to the beach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/prettykaye/CIMG2163.jpg" width="90%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and got DRUNK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v253/prettykaye/CIMG2201.jpg" width="72%" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;syche!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;haha. asuh boy. kami? beach? highly unlikely dammnit. stole this from kaye. kaye pahiram. ok ok i command thee to go to &lt;a href="http://iamkaye.livejournal.com"&gt;kaye's&lt;/a&gt;. the kick-ass beach photo was taken by sheen at nicole's debut. i was aj's dakilang proxy. woohoo. i was on the phone half the night. thank goodness for peach hopps.  ahhh. memories of the new year with the american prick.  peace muhn :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;it's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;april 29&lt;/span&gt;. four years ago i said yes at 1:53 am. wala. memory lang. his name was a perfect description of our relationship. kudos to you for making life awesome to a living hell and back and back. i so wouldn't be who i am right now if it were not for you. is that a good thing? totally :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yesterday she realized &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;she really loves him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114625506568953889?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114625506568953889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114625506568953889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114625506568953889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114625506568953889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-reading-frenzy.html' title='on a reading frenzy'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114538323982719311</id><published>2006-04-18T23:42:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T02:06:16.363+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sheen is my girlfriend and i want to bring aj excruciating pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i went to up today with a goal in mind. to get my non-maj form approved thereby enabling me to enroll for math this summer and moving one step closer to transfering to ID. now i'm lost. afloat once again. i went to the college sec for consultation. i appreciate how he built a foundation of a safety net for me. i have to do the rest. transfering within engg sounds good. hmm. i'm back to a dilapidated square one. i'll be in another department. hopefully. cross your fingers. i'll be in first year again. there's a possibility that miguel and i would be in the same course. we'll be batchmates and he'll do better than me tapos gagatungan niya ko. on second thought. it doesn't sound that good. i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scared&lt;/span&gt;. i don't think i'd be able to do it. my friends are supportive enough. i'm the problem. agh. absentee supportive boyfriend. tama na plastican. si aj na mismo humirit na lalamangan at gagatungan ako ni miguel. so there. so much for supportive. hahahaha. everything really is scaring the shit out of me. i'm lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;frustrations. stupid taxi driver who over charged and even had the nerve to get cocky. stupid right escalator to southbound. stupid decision making and life living. stupid loving of something not worth it. stupid phonecalls about hearsays backbiting and bitterness which are stupid phonecalls all about other people  and never about the people on the ends of the line. i'm getting &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sick of it&lt;/span&gt;. nako ang bakla talaga. but i'm not bored. i'm sick. it's never about what's inside of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;madali akong magsawa in general. sports. colors. food. clothes. oo lahat na. so if two people are like that. kaboom! it'll eventually burst then shit will fly everywhere. whatever &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; is. i'm not making sense as always. madali ka magsawa. ako rin. so ano pinapalabas mo? you want to see me play ganun? aynako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;non sense sensical kwento. he went to la union last wednesday. he went up to baguio  last sunday.  he'll be back in manila next sunday. i'm experiencing emotional battering on the phone and he has no idea. he's away for twelve days and i'm not taking summer classes. he's away enjoying himself eat sleep drink for twelve days yet we won't even go out when he gets back. we share twenty-five cents and he spends tenfold on himself. pautang painom pawaldas pohtah di natakot sa taghirap. my summer is technically as long as his but his is apparently over by may. wtf. you leave for two weeks then question me for not coming then not spend time with me when you get back. sorry i wasn't able to schedule a meeting boss. depende sa date amf. ano ka presidente? then&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; being first lady sucks&lt;/span&gt;. part of it's because there's a second to every first. i am so bitter dammnit. point is i'm pissed at aj right now. ulul ka di mo ko bestfriend noh! tama ba namang pagisipan kaming dalawa ng boyfriend mo ng ganun?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did give a warning sa phone kanina. moody days are here again. i just wanna go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ID&lt;/span&gt; so go fug yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114538323982719311?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114538323982719311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114538323982719311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114538323982719311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114538323982719311'/><link 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birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;belated happy birthday to the zero of my ten, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mardane&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;belated happy birthday&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; liza&lt;/span&gt; (my lola but call her liza) i doubt you'll see this but i did greet you.&lt;br /&gt;belated happy 18th birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nicole&lt;/span&gt;. have an awesome debut :)&lt;br /&gt;belated happy birthday to former else. lol. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jehan&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;happy nth birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;claro&lt;/span&gt;. you sure don't look the part. good for you :)&lt;br /&gt;a special advanced happy birthday to you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ayisse&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;advance happy birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sithli&lt;/span&gt;! i miss you A LOT :)&lt;br /&gt;advance happy birthday &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jona lu&lt;/span&gt;. how young are you?&lt;br /&gt;advance happy birthday to some of the most handsome guys in sandy's world. lol. papa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; pao&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apollo&lt;/span&gt; aka apple the gay demigod. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waxx&lt;/span&gt; the most gorgeous karpintero. kuya &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onin&lt;/span&gt; my familia bulabog tatay. boyfriend &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kikoy&lt;/span&gt;. all so near yet i'm still missing you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; to everyone who cheered me up and tried to help me out. i love you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;summer love rant&lt;/span&gt;. watching the sunset from the beach while drinking with your friends is one of the most wonderful things one could ever experience. remember the unending tides of bliss and purity? this was what i was thinking of when i wrote that. it's close to perfection. agh. if only my hand was there for you to hold. tenententententententen. lol. benta ba? haha. agh. seven more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss you.&lt;/span&gt; ooh nice thought. i'll jump in the water and kiss the sand when i get there!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fb&lt;/span&gt;. one of you would eventually read this. agh. seems like a lot of &lt;s&gt;childhood&lt;/s&gt; friendships are deteriorating lately. i'm sure i haven't told you this. i'm sorry for that. this seems to be the heartless way to go. i'm to chicken to say it personally.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i'm sorry&lt;/span&gt; i had to let go :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something else came to mind. to all the parties involved. maybe some are not guilt-ridden. but i'm still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hoping for reconciliations&lt;/span&gt;. please. xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent easter riding a gorgeous white stallion, paddling a tiny orange canoe, baking my skin under the sun, and running away from an eight year old boy. i didn't watch the gospel of judas as everyone did. i watched meia's masterpieces. i laughed and cried. i'll make you watch them when i get my copies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy Easter everyone :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114505307333523740?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114505307333523740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114505307333523740' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114505307333523740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114505307333523740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-april-with-love.html' title='happy april with love'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114479192505026395</id><published>2006-04-12T07:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T23:35:07.890+07:00</updated><title type='text'>what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i told my parent already. hoorah. mas sinabon niyo pa ko kaysa sa sarili kong nanay. kaya i'm not taking it anymore. one of these days babaliktad din ang mundo. bwahaha. but i'm not sure if that's a good thing. my mom actually laughed. she said i should transfer to statistics because of the demand in banks. blah. she told me to find a course without a math series. i can't believe this. it's like nothing happened. fine arts is out of the question though. so that's goodbye to industrial design. i am now to go course hunting. today pa talaga alis ni aj. malas. enjoy your long vacation :) anyway, it's seven in the morning. i told my mom a few minutes ago. maybe she wasn't in the mood to scold me. nah. her reaction was priceless. time of day had nothing to do with it. why the heck &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; i in engineering anyway? panalo talaga. i even have the option to transfer universities. now she tells me. why didn't you go to ateneo? ugh. you've brainwashed me for the past 18 years. shift out ka na tapos ano nga pala tawag dun sa puro ge? non-major. ayun na muna. basta i'm taking that guidance exam sa vinzon's. kasi i'm so lost. what are your dreams and aspirations? to rid others of the frustrations i bring. sabay iyak. ang depressed ng dating. bravo. maybe this is just for today. maybe the worst is to come. pero shocking parin eh. the worst was bakit ka nagkakaganyan. that was it. they really have given up. NOT. ganyan daw talaga ang buhay. wow. salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;on a not much lighter note, i think i've &lt;s&gt;done&lt;/s&gt; said the unthinkable. these things just creep me out. ay, hindi naman. basta, i'm mortified. i was mortified and i was making that laughing-crying sound with the pillow over my face. i was half-trying to kill myself. oops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy your outing and loong vacation. i'll miss you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of these days talaga. tsss. be careful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114479192505026395?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114479192505026395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114479192505026395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114479192505026395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114479192505026395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/04/what.html' title='what?'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114445332336468030</id><published>2006-04-08T06:17:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T01:36:32.983+07:00</updated><title type='text'>notice the icon.</title><content type='html'>it's not dirty. it most certainly isn't little. and what's the use of keeping it a secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i am now a nomad. i am not peter nor francis. i am so so so much lower. i may be the lowest even. i am a nomad. i am a sinker. i am a failure. i am shit and i know it. i am a non-major. this goodbye to engineering is for real you dickhead. why did i even look at it? i knew. i was sure. attendance was pokeinangtaengshityanmaddafadderkapiranggotofeveryoneelse's. fuck hope. i was, am and forever will be hopeless. &lt;s&gt;HOPE&lt;/s&gt;. so what do i do? take it you bitch. just take it. i can't. maybe you could kill me. kill me now. please? i'll take whatever you're taking and maybe sprout out of the ground after a year or two. i am such a rotten mushroom. i am a lower lifeform. not a drop of alcohol after holy week. not a drop. i should suffer suffer suffer. what's left of my insides should be eaten by maggots and carnivorous sponges. to think that mother wants us to go to boracay. maybe i'll let the sun burn me to death. argh. i don't even deserve nice thoughts anymore. ross i can't go with you. i want to but i should be ripped of hands and feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dammnit. they can't blame you. i'll gut them if they do.&lt;br /&gt;i wish that i could still spend my summer with you. i hope and wish : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll do&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll enjoy what's left of my days.&lt;br /&gt;maybe kaskade would be my last hurrah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kasi naman. kung mahal mo ko ibaon mo na ko sa lupa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;natamaan ako sa latest and 3rd from the latest posts ni &lt;a href="http://theincugirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;saab&lt;/a&gt;. isama narin natin jan yung kay &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/luis_medz"&gt;luis&lt;/a&gt;. i guess very sensitive ako about everything right now. lahat ng nakikita ko sa tv or newspaper nirerelate ko sa buhay ko. self-centered talaga ako. rarr. when a part of your life is falling apart, doesn't that make your whole life fall apart too? chain rule or something. it's falling apart. i haven't told them yet. how will i tell them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114445332336468030?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114445332336468030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114445332336468030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114445332336468030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114445332336468030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/04/notice-icon.html' title='notice the icon.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114417333404326641</id><published>2006-04-05T00:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T02:38:23.530+07:00</updated><title type='text'>click on places for travel rates.</title><content type='html'>i hope the beach trips would push thru. *crossesfingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.marlincruz.com/pictures/puertogalera/puerto_galera_126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.marlincruz.com/pictures/puertogalera/puerto_galera_sunset_160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;there's actually hope for &lt;a href="http://www.marlincruz.com/puertogalera.html"&gt;PUERTO GALERA&lt;/a&gt;. this is the cheapest we've come across so far. ross and i. the worse planners among us all. and we admit it. think we can do this. retired na kasi yata si toni. toni come back please. anyway. kakayanin siya ng 1500 pax for 3 days and 2 nights etcetera. and kung mas marami. mas mura :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we could also go to the palace in&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; calatagan&lt;/span&gt; care of monica. feeling namin mas cheap yun. kaso ang hirap makipag-coordinate. damn college. rarr. relative nga talaga tong plano na toh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kung batangas naman. pwedeng mag &lt;a href="http://www.traveltipid.com/local/batangas/matabungkay.html"&gt;MATABUNGKAY BEACH RESORT&lt;/a&gt;. transpo nalang kailangan. maganda siya dati pero the last time we were there was panahon pa ng ps1. may gaming facilities kasi dun kaya naaalala ko. si marti naglalaro ng marvelvs.capcom.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we could all go to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tagaytay&lt;/span&gt; and stay at toni's provided that toni is there. duh? so transpo and food nalang kailangan. pwede pa mag highlands to go swimming and shit. kaso nga lang. sino sino kasama dun diba?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="text-align: justify;"&gt;may isa pang alternative pero nakakahiya pa sa ngayon kaya wag na muna *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;hindi ko actually alam kung sino yung kinakausap ko with this post. ang hirap magayos ng hindi mo alam sino yung people involved. ang hirap magayos period. masyado akong &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;malabo&lt;/span&gt; for this job. diba ross? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time. inom nalang muna tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;reminder:&lt;/span&gt;Kaskade is on the 12th at coconut palace and on the 14th at boracay.*crossesfingersforpaolo*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plug:&lt;/span&gt; hindi ko kasalanan kung bakit di niyo siya nakikita. hindi ko siya inaogaw or pinagdadamot. haha. ok? parepareho lang tayo *winkwink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we miss you aj. get well soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114417333404326641?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114417333404326641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114417333404326641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114417333404326641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114417333404326641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/04/click-on-places-for-travel-rates.html' title='click on places for travel rates.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114407658346214462</id><published>2006-04-03T20:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T03:29:15.863+07:00</updated><title type='text'>april fools weekend :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so how was yours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;before anything else. please &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pray for the soul of Eddie Fanlo.&lt;/span&gt; a csa batchmate who got shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;after turtles and dragons at gaye's. i stayed at the dorm and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;got sick.&lt;/span&gt; that was the 31st. tiesto and hed kandi day. no f*ckin way i wasn't going out. reapeat after me. must refrain from swearing. must refrain from swearing. ayun nadale yata ako ng april fools. bad trip kami pareho nung naghiwalay kami sa katips. anlabo nakakaasar spitebrothersspite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i was in the middle of nowhere for almost ten minutes. i ended up in a sausage party. i felt so out of place and old. yet i found the experience extremely hilarious. one sandy and five little boys in an suv. what a blast from he past. ehemgooseehem. basta, from the moment i got out of that cab, i didn't lift a finger. bliss. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drunk as you were, i love you guys.&lt;/span&gt; i thank my prince for making my cold go away. dancing = sweating = galing! i wasn't bored. i wasn't bored. i wasn't bored. the i like you you made me dance with girls was so precious so cute. hahaha. sayang nga lang yung tiesto &lt;s&gt;paolosviptickets&lt;/s&gt; dammnit. na april fools yung plano with kash. ang gulo. pseudoaway tuloy with aj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;seriously. i didn't get mad. i guess i just got a little disappointed. because i was able to hold it in yet you couldn't. trust me. drews is no jaipur. they're beyond comparison. i didn't get mad. why? because you showed me something i hadn't seen, in others or in myself, in a very very long time. please don't change that. they're brownie points for you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;those lips are mine. you hear?&lt;/span&gt; olats! lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i surprisingly find honesty cute nowadays. cute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 10px; padding: 10px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://aguavivausa.com/Images/Fruit/fruits_dbrown_200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw this at market market yesterday. i also found metallic and summer ones. i'm so stupid for not buying them. i'm finding no satisfaction in the green ripcurl flips. damn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;implusive flipflops buying&lt;/span&gt;. kill kill kill. not happy bout them at all. argh. i also got a red arena two-piece. i got them for half-price. i so love them. room for pads. hahaha. sana nga lang may beach na pagbibinyagan. puerto??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i still want them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;we watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basic instincts 2 &lt;/span&gt;yesterday. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aj's first time&lt;/span&gt; watching an R18 film in a movie house. hooray! let's celebrate! i turned blue and almost collapsed from dehydration. come everywhere. hahahaha. walking along makati avenue at 12 in the morning was something alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;something cookiecookie while we were with the 06 after their gradball. i heard my name being whispered. wtf aj? did you hear that? hi! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diba ikaw si sandina? &lt;/span&gt;omg. so it is true. your mother did hear it from them. omg. i'm gonna faint again. haha. they were soo nice. they were so cute so young. as young as aj. memories of the other night came flashing back. omg sandy. you're one big pedophile. anyway. no. i didn't feel like a star. ang kapal nun. hahaha. i felt old once again. just like in the beginning of my weekend. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a kiss and a hug and it all goes away. shooting stars fly by. silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am i that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt; now? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;YES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;summer really is here and this i sing to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; width: 220px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How many special people change&lt;br /&gt;How many lives are living strange&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walking down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Faster than a cannon ball&lt;br /&gt;Where were you while we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some day you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Some day you will find me&lt;br /&gt;Caught beneath the landslide&lt;br /&gt;In a champagne supernova&lt;br /&gt;A champagne supernova in the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up the dawn and ask her why&lt;br /&gt;A dreamer dreams she never dies&lt;br /&gt;Wipe that tear away now from your eye&lt;br /&gt;Slowly walking down the hall&lt;br /&gt;Faster than a cannon ball&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause people believe that they're&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gonna get away for the summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you and I, we live and die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world's still spinning round&lt;br /&gt;We don't know why&lt;br /&gt;Why, why, why, why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many special people change&lt;br /&gt;How many lives are living strange&lt;br /&gt;Where were you when we were getting high?&lt;br /&gt;We were getting high&lt;br /&gt;We were getting high&lt;br /&gt;We were getting high&lt;br /&gt;We were getting high&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114407658346214462?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114407658346214462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114407658346214462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114407658346214462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114407658346214462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-fools-weekend.html' title='april fools weekend :)'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114378775764255361</id><published>2006-03-31T13:46:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:32:32.706+07:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS is not good.</title><content type='html'>the status is in a relationship and i'm inexplicably crushed : (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(213, 141, 146);font-size:130%;" &gt;but THIS is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;div style="padding: 5px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin: 10px; padding: 10px; float: left;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.google.com/images?q=tbn:wfAI1L6nEiRmpM:http://www.patchgeeks.com/patches/SBL08.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat gaye, ceej, icy, luis, jai, aj, kaye, miggy, jb, claro, alecco para sa sulit na first of summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday ange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday freenan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;upuan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114378775764255361?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.friendster.com/user.php?uid=17378346' title='THIS is not good.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114378775764255361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114378775764255361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114378775764255361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114378775764255361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-not-good.html' title='THIS is not good.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114362485667107495</id><published>2006-03-29T16:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T01:28:12.970+07:00</updated><title type='text'>new layout</title><content type='html'>at pagmumunimuni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;who wants to go to &lt;a href="http://fashionwillsavetheworld.tk"&gt;iloveyou&lt;/a&gt; with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;maitim talaga ako nigga&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;who i am hates who i've been - relient K &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;ako pinakaluge ngayon sa amin. sorry :(&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;di ko alam ano class kukunin ko this summer kasi di ko naman alam san ako pupulutin&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;never ko pa nakita si jo-e kumuha ng diploma&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;2 digits yung score na kailangan ko para maka&lt;/s&gt;tres sa chem. kaya. pero para san pa?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;san ako pupulutin?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gusto ko ang college of engineering. ngayon ko lang narealize. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tapos na ang second sem. di parin binabalik ni wyndsor camera ko.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;kung naging kami kaya nagsipag ako?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ewwww&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;hindi pa naman ako demonyo&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nag box-o-rice kami ni kaye kahapon. bonding. belat mo!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;nasasanay&lt;/s&gt; marunong na ko mag-german&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;love ko si pau. oha.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no. hindi ko gusto si breechy. naguluhan ka dun noh? &lt;s&gt;pilosopo.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i want a cheap monday tanktop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and these for my so far away birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://aguavivausa.com/Images/Summer/summer_dbrown_200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://aguavivausa.com/Images/Poka%20Dots/dots_green_200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;yes i know i'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;manigas ka jan.&lt;/s&gt; sorry pms. &lt;s&gt;jan ka nalang.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;sinong drunkard? ako? ah sige inom kalang jan ha. haha. bhe.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i should care more about certain things.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i should care less about certain things. &lt;s&gt;you.&lt;/s&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;anlabo natin. medyo lang. anlabo rin ng nararamdaman ko para sayo ngayon.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;nakakainis yung sandali may gagawin lang ako importante tapos di ka manlang maka-oo wala na agad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;miss ko na ang mga barkada&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;excited na ko bukas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;super rave mode ako sa friday. tiesto man o hed kandi. i will dance and no one can stop me!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i will dance :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baliw yung nanggugulo kila ayisse at zay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;ang ganda ni dindin. bagong gf ni rocky. ang ganda niya. ogle ogle ogle.&lt;/s&gt;it's anna. can't say the same.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;ayusin mo PLEASE&lt;/s&gt; thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;monthsary ko dapat ngayon. 29&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;wala paring cellphone si name. wala parin akong relo.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;naging kami na at lahat di parin tayo naguusap. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;nagtatampo na ko. mas ok pa yung dati. nung wala pa.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;can i climb up the ladder?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;hawakan mo ng maayos. baka lumipad eh.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 month &lt;s&gt;: 2 years&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tempted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;s&gt;walang kwenta&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;congrats sa lahat ng excempted sa kahit anong finals. kahit yung isang mayabang diyan. lol. hug :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;mwah&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I loud and clear, or am I breaking up?&lt;br /&gt;Am I still your charm, or am I just bad luck?&lt;br /&gt;Are we getting closer, or are we just &lt;font&gt;getting more lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you mine if you show me yours first&lt;br /&gt;Let's &lt;s&gt;compare scars&lt;/s&gt;,I'll tell you whose is worse&lt;br /&gt;Let's &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unwrite these pages and replace them with our own&lt;/span&gt; words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live on front porches and swing life away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We get by just fine here on minimum wage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,&lt;br /&gt;I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been here so long, I think that it's time to move&lt;br /&gt;The winter's so cold, summer's over too soon&lt;br /&gt;Let's pack our bags and settle down where palm trees grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got some friends, some that I hardly know&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we've had some times, I wouldn't trade for the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chase these days down with talks of the places that we will go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live on front porches and swing life away,&lt;br /&gt;We get by just fine here on minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;If love is a labor I'll slave till the end,&lt;br /&gt;I won't cross these streets until you hold my hand....until you &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;chem na. sana makaaral pa. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;crying. i'm sorry. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114362485667107495?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114362485667107495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114362485667107495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114362485667107495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114362485667107495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-layout.html' title='new layout'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114343655356896078</id><published>2006-03-26T03:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T06:55:32.356+07:00</updated><title type='text'>maligayang unang kabuwanan</title><content type='html'>technically, 28 days palang daw. nagbibilang. palusot ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short ng one hour yung stay. di parin na-beat yung 20-hours record. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=19665577" quality="high" wmode="transparent" bgcolor="#000000" width="426" height="320" name="rockmyspace" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="never" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got crazier than usual this weekend. so here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the list &lt;/span&gt;(non-obsession celebrity edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;jimmy fallon &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uta.edu/stuact/images/excel/jimmy_fallon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 125px;" src="http://www.uta.edu/stuact/images/excel/jimmy_fallon.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's so adorable. he's so annoying. he's so funny. he's a hunkhunka burnin love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;tracy morgan &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.improvupcoming.com/images/morgan_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 93px; height: 125px;" src="http://www.improvupcoming.com/images/morgan_big.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also from snl. he reminds me of jo-e. 'nuff said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;james franco &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/fabrizioguadeli2/james_franco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 125px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/fabrizioguadeli2/james_franco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is my tristan. oh my prince. haha. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;clive owen &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.voanews.com/english/images/closer_clive_owen_210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 125px;" src="http://www.voanews.com/english/images/closer_clive_owen_210.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sin city got me burning. haha. closer sold it. yis. that accent made me go weeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;fred savage &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v358/teleiah/Posted%20piccys/FredSavage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 125px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v358/teleiah/Posted%20piccys/FredSavage1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've ogled him eversince the wonder years. and i wasn't even born yet. haha. those eyes are so tantalizing. meltdown.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;daniel craig &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.filmlisten.no/bilder/org_size/depjhwj61129282479.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 108px; height: 125px;" src="http://www.filmlisten.no/bilder/org_size/depjhwj61129282479.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my favorite 007. i have a penchant for old english men. haha. they're refined.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;chris brown &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chrisbrownworld.com/images/cb_photo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.chrisbrownworld.com/images/cb_photo2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him because he looks like someone we know *biggrin&amp;awink* killer smile beybeh. haha. seryoso. tignan niyo. kamukha niya talaga. pati yung malalim na area between his eyes. oh diba? i have my very own chris brown. his voice it nice too. but his dance is weird. haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;question: ano ba yung ginagawa mo dun sa garahe? bat ka nagsquasquat?dragon ball z ba yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;this is the non-obsession celebrity edition. i can get more obsessed? hahaha. yes. woah. jake, orlando, colin and russel aren't even there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy first monthsary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for coming ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114343655356896078?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114343655356896078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114343655356896078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114343655356896078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114343655356896078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/maligayang-unang-kabuwanan.html' title='maligayang unang kabuwanan'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114311536550868313</id><published>2006-03-23T13:43:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T00:50:26.226+07:00</updated><title type='text'>self deprecation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;i seriously think the whole gay thing affects the promiscuous appeal and impression. i can't believe i said that again. after a very long time. promiscuous. hindi talaga siya maganda. hindi lang sa connotation naglilie yung negativity. kadire. cheers to self-deprecation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;gay&lt;/s&gt;. i promise. madali lang naman akong kausapin eh. mahirap nga lang matauhan. all that was needed to be done was to say something. all that had to be said was ang weirdo ng feeling. all that had to be shown was that it would be better this way. kung ikatutuwa bat hindi diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;naiinis ako sa sarili ko. andito nanaman ako sa stage na nagpapakaungas ako. i mean ang dali kong maagitate and, in turn, madali rin akong mangagitate. nagiging macrobitch ako. rarr. mali yung pagattack ko sa mga situwasyon. Ssss. luis. tama na muna yang lower life forms. baka manuklaw yan eh. grrrrr. yes, i make a lot of sounds. lalo na lately. diba? at bat mo naman kasi ako minomock? eh sa mahilig akong mag animal noises eh. make your own. haha. di ako galit. i find you annoyingly cute. anyway. raised exponentially yung negativity. i know it's because i'm faltering. acad-wise lalo. and naiinsecure ako sa katawan ko kasi summer na. nagvanish na completely yung abs at triceps. iniisip ko kung naiinis parin ba ako sa oras niya. ayoko na mainis. yun nga actually, hindi na ko inis. kahit saang angulo ko tignan. let's say priorities. taas parin eh. so ayos parin. ayos talaga kasi may nalalaman pang white or red wine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kailangan ko nga pala mag swimsuit shopping. pag may nakita naman kayong magandang bandeau + boy shorts pasabi sakin. ayos kung white para halatang halata yung pagitim mo. ang sarap. nararamdaman ko na yung coke sa balat ko. sa first week of april ako excited. sorry. utak ko utak sandy parin eh. nagbabago naman gradually for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;if the post was too tutu for a tutu. then it must really be too much. with all the redundance. kaya sort of binura ko na muna. bakla na yung humirit eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;tama siya. how much more pag nakilala mo na siya? mas sick ka pa siyempre kaysa sakin ngayon. pero yun lang talaga sakin. i still feel sick. best thing to do is maging sensitive pagdating sa iba. guilty rin ako diyan. so sorry. ibang level na yung needed na mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;so yan. sanay na kayo na gawain kong asarin at ilaglag sarili ko. wag nalang sana tularan. salamat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;my biggest frustration as of the moment: taeng isang daan yan. cow poop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;mga kasiyahan sa ngayon:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;happy birthday Ceej :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday Ratet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday Mama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114311536550868313?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114311536550868313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114311536550868313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114311536550868313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114311536550868313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/self-deprecation.html' title='self deprecation'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114260856245996639</id><published>2006-03-17T21:45:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:01:36.676+07:00</updated><title type='text'>mi ultimo adios</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Natuyo ang luhang sa mata'y nunukal,&lt;br /&gt;taas na ang noo't walang kapootan,&lt;br /&gt;walang bakas kunot ng kapighatian&lt;br /&gt;gabahid man dungis niyong kahihiyan.&lt;br /&gt;~jose rizal&lt;/blockquote&gt;no. this is not my proclamation of a hiatus. i am not planning to kill myself either. but hey. yey for sui tendencies. haha. not funny. the apocalypse is coming and its name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chem16&lt;/span&gt;. haha. exagg naman sandy. many have ventured and have come back alive. oo rah for chem majors. haha. come on. this is me were talking about. you very well know tomorrow's gonna be a big day. 3rd long exam.  need to pass chem16. or else. big day tomorrow for others as well. good luck to all who are gonna take the physics exam 7 hours before the chem exam. what a day it'll be for you. bow down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to icy's today. ceej,master,kaye,icy and i. we were gonna have a group review. we all know how that went. haha. the myth of the group review. i had fun anyway. didn't we all? haha. raging bitch. fudge. whatthefuck na hirit yan. nice tolibas. halimaw ka talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note. we played frisbee yesterday. the boys got to experience the real game. ulimate frisbee. gah. i miss it. i didn't play. asa pa. sheer pink off the shoulder top and flipflops. haha. i still suck. my aim's still really bad and my catching skills are worse. i'm too duling to function. i held the disc less than ten times. you guys are so madaya. haha. alam ko naman kung bakit. i accept. haha. the disc hit me twice. dead on. on the head and on my ankle.  daming  near miss.  the frisbee loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ateneo kada, ac kada and i were supposed to go to meatshop today. asa chong. i have to prepare for the coming of the end. haha. so kash rescheduled it to the 24th. umm. lalo pang asa. the 24th is. watchasay? fully booked. kash naman. debut ni diane mo yun diba? then there are exams the next week. mom's birthday. and the big basketball. plus we're turning a month old. yey. love love lovee. the meet the rents is scaring the shit out of me though. unplanned is always so much better. haha. love love lovee. thanks for the time. and everything else :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any ideas? contact me. lol. or him. para masaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so. ano? tara na?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SUGOD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114260856245996639?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114260856245996639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114260856245996639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114260856245996639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114260856245996639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/mi-ultimo-adios.html' title='mi ultimo adios'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114225826006800466</id><published>2006-03-14T22:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T22:27:03.213+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bow worthy</title><content type='html'>pag may amats ka nga naman. para kang si the Flash :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nahwatyourethinking. lol. pero foot. i realized na mahal na mahal ko barkada ko. SOLID. astig. dami ko talaga natututunan pag kasama ko si master. bow worthy. nice camille. bow worthy din ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sooooooorry. so sorry. i'll kiss the booboo nalang. and tititigan ko yung isa pa. baka it'll eventually grow legs and walk away. sorry talaga. test amp. gah. there's no such thing as a &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;small&lt;/span&gt; circle. i'm soooorry :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;PLEASE SUPPORT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bandangkastigo.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://bandangkastigo.com/gallery_images/gallery_01.gif" height="60%" width="60%" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KASTIGO &lt;/span&gt;joins top rock acts this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 17, 2005&lt;/span&gt; as they all headline in a tribute concert to rock music legends Razorback. This tribute concert is a rumble of the hottest rock bands today which includes KALZADA, TIE DYE SHIFT, MONKS'HOOD, and KINKYHOOTERS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This event is brought to you by Black Dog Productions and believe it or not, there is NO COVER CHARGE for this said event. The &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Razorback tribute concert&lt;/span&gt; will be staged at the CHAKIKS' Musicians Bar at City Golf Plaza, Julia Vargas Ave., Ortigas (Infront of Valle Verde 3 Gate). Show will open 10PM of Mar. 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each band participating will perform 3-4 Razorback songs and afterwards, it will be an open jamming with the Razorback boys themselves who will be gracing this event.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday frauey &amp;amp; janis :)&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday monmon on the 16th &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last hirit. tighten imaginary leash? alright :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114225826006800466?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114225826006800466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114225826006800466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114225826006800466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114225826006800466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/bow-worthy.html' title='bow worthy'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114210960284011742</id><published>2006-03-12T03:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T18:10:29.993+07:00</updated><title type='text'>milestones</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Image%2804%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Image%2804%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Image%2805%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Image%2805%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first time ko magyosi dito sa bahay sa makati. look. its emily the strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Image%2801%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Image%2801%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Image.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Image.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my new ashbin. haha. giveaway sa debut ni mavic. perfect. a tribute to mavic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dahil ninakaw ko lang ang cellphone ni marti na dati'y cellphone ko. tutulungan ko siyang ipagmalaki ang katawan niya. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/pull-ups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/pull-ups.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother. the machoboy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plug:&lt;/span&gt; first time that i drove the whole family home. yes. all five of us are still alive. hoorah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114210960284011742?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114210960284011742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114210960284011742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114210960284011742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114210960284011742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/milestones.html' title='milestones'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114202521420764814</id><published>2006-03-11T01:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:55:21.190+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hey hey hey. that ain't right.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/MALALA%20NA%2150.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/400/MALALA%20NA%2150.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this ain't right. don't make your friends reminisce when they're soo far away from their memories. thanks for making me cry meia. thanks for travelling all this way just to show me your creations. i miss you. i miss all of you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;2006-48668                                                CAMBRI, CELSO JR TANAQUIN                                                        LOS BANOS                                                            BS FOOD TECHNOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;this ain't right because he should be in diliman. with us. who want him. lol:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 270px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;: int time=0;/*morning na eh*/&lt;br /&gt;if(sandy==online &amp;&amp;amp; sheen==online &amp;&amp;amp; aj==asleep)&lt;br /&gt;           sheen==morning_buddy;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           else&lt;br /&gt;           aj==morning_buddy;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sandy: good luck sa inyong lahat sa mga mpoy niyo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Patrick: bat ngyn lang nya nasumbat syo yan?&lt;br /&gt;Sandy: hindi naman. lagi namin napaguusapan. pero exagg yung kagabi. parang inuna ko pa yung geog sa math.&lt;br /&gt;Sandy: eto yung tunay na. nasabi ko talaga sa sarili ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"why am i here? what am i doing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: ok lang yan&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: he cares :)&lt;br /&gt;Sandy: i know. pero ang pangit. mas may care pa siya kaysa sakin...para akong batang kailangan pa bantayan pagsabihan at alagaan.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: ahahah&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: bakit, ndi ba?&lt;br /&gt;Sandy: leche. ayoko na ng ganun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;gusto ko inaalagaan ko rin siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; pantay dapat.&lt;br /&gt;Patrick: e d alagaan mo rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;this ain't right because sandy cheeks and patrick star are speaking in tagalog. lol. but seriously this ain't right. i have absolutely no reason to screw up. i have no reason not to go to class. you're right. why don't i come to school early? well. i didn't have you then. but that is not at all acceptable. you're so right to feel the way you do about my standing. all of you are. i'm so unreasonable. i'm less than a bum. foot. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm so sorry for bringing you more frustrations than you already have.&lt;/span&gt;  i may be less than a bum but i'm &lt;s&gt;more than just a&lt;/s&gt; your girl. and for that i will be a better person on my own for you. i will care for and about me as you do or even more. i will care for you as you care for me or even more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will kiss the pain away.&lt;/span&gt; i will take the scars and make you forget. i will cover your ears when i say something bad. i will suck the pride in and listen. i will cover your eyes and kiss them when they're tired. i will hug you when you're aching and tell you how good you still look even when you feel so sick. i will let you fish freely. i will tell you the truth. i will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt; not to expect. i will be there for you. i won't do what they did. i will see what you're trying to show me. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love that you care. i don't want you to stop.&lt;/span&gt; diretso. kung ano ginagawa mo para sakin gagawin ko rin para sayo. gusto ko mabasa mo toh habang nagaaral ako ng math.no lol.seryoso.kaya natin toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114202521420764814?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114202521420764814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114202521420764814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114202521420764814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114202521420764814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/hey-hey-hey-that-aint-right.html' title='hey hey hey. that ain&apos;t right.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114178844729268885</id><published>2006-03-08T10:21:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T22:04:19.770+07:00</updated><title type='text'>shit.</title><content type='html'>"Ladies, I should mention that most bad things you have heard about frat boys are true. I pray every day that all of my children will be boys. It is just too damned hard to be a girl. Guys care even less about you than you think."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? told you soo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tama na. i'm facing reality. i love you both.&lt;br /&gt;love love love boyf. love love beefy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114178844729268885?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.alligator.org/edit/issues/99-sprg/990205/c02column5.htm' title='shit.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114178844729268885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114178844729268885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114178844729268885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114178844729268885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/shit.html' title='shit.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114174105765143266</id><published>2006-03-07T20:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:28:07.333+07:00</updated><title type='text'>killer smile</title><content type='html'>well well well. we meet again. i thought i escaped your clutches. you held me for four years. i almost died.  but i think i wanted to die in your arms anyway. so i guess that's ok.  but still. why are you here? why did you follow me when you knew that i didn't want to cry anymore? don't make excuses. i don't care if you came in a different form. i don't care if you're more caring or more sensual. you're still gonna hurt me. you know it. i know it. fuck you saddist or masochist or whatever you are. but i can't deny that i missed you. i missed the near death experiences. i missed the adrenaline rush. gah. your like chocolate. you're my chocolate death. no. you're my chocolate gudang death. i think you're far more deadly now. you've come with a better package. argh. it's happening. dicks before chicks. what happened to prioritizing? and now they tell me? you've learned how to love. you now give your all. so contradictory to what you've always shown me. gah. i'm taunted by ross. like joey. i have to nod to that. you see? so fast. so fast. i'm already crying. you're still fast. you still got it. damn those teeth. they shine. those eyes. they sparkle. damn you. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaky me. i read his testimonials a while ago. and now i feel this. it's not mutual anymore. i don't deserve you. you whom they say is. malakas magfish. totoong tao. magaling magbasketball. athletic. dota god. econ master. physics dude. nakagraduate nang di nagaaral. frank. passive aggressive. mabait. gentleman. totoo magmahal. gago. ahas. deep deep thinker. contemplative. sentimental. angas. tigas. chickboy. close up smile. pogi. malambing. boy pakisama. poetic. romantic. seryoso. makulit. doormat. maCR. mas vain pa sa babae. you're  the extremes. you're everything. affiliated pa ngayon. i wish i could  see everything they're saying. i love every bit of it. of you. maganda. masama. lahat. damn you. i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what goes up must come down. but we can defy that naman diba? we did once. we can do it again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry. malabo ako. kinakausap ko sarili ko.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114174105765143266?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114174105765143266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114174105765143266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114174105765143266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114174105765143266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/killer-smile.html' title='killer smile'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114166971723652056</id><published>2006-03-04T00:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:50:58.426+07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy birthday isobel :)</title><content type='html'>weeee! you're 19 and i love you dear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fashizzle! it's march! it's hot! it's summertime! panahon nanaman ng kasabawan! let's put our beer goggles on and have some summer soup! tara na sa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;beach&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt; i miss my water babies! mfy! i miss the tag house! daan tayong tagaytay for some sheperds' pie from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bag o' Beans&lt;/span&gt;! jellO shots! jellO shots! jellO shots! tan lines woohoo! six packs woopwoop! maligo tayo sa coke at magpakaitim! yis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip nga lang may pasok this april. oh well :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114166971723652056?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/114166971723652056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=114166971723652056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114166971723652056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114166971723652056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/happy-birthday-isobel.html' title='happy birthday isobel :)'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114132979417399985</id><published>2006-03-02T23:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T10:49:14.023+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so we all know about this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 200px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;january 22&lt;br /&gt;pacman's victory&lt;br /&gt;after 13 days&lt;br /&gt;february4&lt;br /&gt;ultra stampede&lt;br /&gt;after 13 days&lt;br /&gt;february 17&lt;br /&gt;southern leyte landslide&lt;br /&gt;after 13 days&lt;br /&gt;march 2&lt;br /&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;please pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people prayed? good.&lt;br /&gt;we should all do this together all the time.&lt;br /&gt;not just in times when we're in need of His help.&lt;br /&gt;and not during times we're afraid of superstitions and crazy coincidences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't that bad. some not so good things and one very bad thought.&lt;br /&gt;good thing di ako nakaencounter ng bad entities. db. haha. our math teacher walked out on us. she got paysed because we were inconsiderate, i guess. a cellphone rang in class. she said some stuff. she drew the graphs of tan,cot,csc,sec on the board ,threw the chalk and left. And because of that i read leithold. sa mcdo. with ceej and luis. yis :) then, spent happy time. nagpakalulon nanaman kami sa bisyo. each other,bs and drews.weird namin. haha. mas ok maging freeloader kaysa maging mukhang pera. we're priceless. awww. i love it when we can hear each other breathing. i love how we can hangout til curfew and still manage to talk on the phone til the weeee hours. then sabay makakatulog sa phone. haha. anlabo. basta. weeeeeeee :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114132979417399985?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114132979417399985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114132979417399985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-we-all-know-about-this-january-22.html' title=''/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114115169048190530</id><published>2006-03-01T01:23:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T03:28:05.733+07:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>i'm sorry i'm questioning You but why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; of all people?  why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;why do You let bad things happen to good people?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; might not be with You because of what happened.&lt;br /&gt;why would You not want &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; to be with You? why? why? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; loves You so much. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt; loves You. why &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;? :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. yeah. umm. i love taylor hicks. wurd. but i doo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114115169048190530?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114115169048190530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114115169048190530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/03/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114106439481817683</id><published>2006-02-26T03:13:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T03:14:10.830+07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm. masama ba ako?</title><content type='html'>ooh. look at the time. nice. pero di yan yung saktong oras at date ngayon. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SandyAJ&lt;br /&gt;0 months old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;di kailangan sabihin o ihayag sa sangkatauhan.&lt;br /&gt;pero ulul. wala akong pake. haha. actually meron. but still.&lt;br /&gt;masaya eh. WAM. whatamonth. WAW. whataweek. blurr.&lt;br /&gt;pero sa mundo natin. mabagal ang oras.&lt;br /&gt;WAW. whataweek. end. yun na yun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;i love you alexis jerome martinez tolibas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haay. natunaw na si puso ko. haha. heart juice. yumm. deadbull. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;wag nalang daan daanan itong post ha. puhlease. aryt? aryt. kantahan nalang tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 280px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It never even crossed my mind&lt;br /&gt;That I would fall in love with you&lt;br /&gt;You were always there behind me&lt;br /&gt;But I never looked that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends are friends I looked at them&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more &amp; nothing less&lt;br /&gt;Familiar things you say &amp;amp; do&lt;br /&gt;Seems so strange its not like you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny things that made me laugh&lt;br /&gt;Is when I think about the past&lt;br /&gt;I never saw it coming&lt;br /&gt;When I turned around &amp; you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned today&lt;br /&gt;That I need you more each day&lt;br /&gt;Grab on to you&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 280px; text-align: center; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It came over me in a rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when I realized that i love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that sometimes i cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but I cant tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why I feel what i feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;how I try to express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;whats been troublin' my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but still I cant find the words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but I know that somethings got a hold of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;baby someday ill find a way to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;just what you mean to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but if that day never comes along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and you dont hear this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i guess you'll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;it came over me in a rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;when I realized that i love you so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;that sometimes i cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;but I cant tell you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;why I feel what i feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and when i say inside I mean deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;you fill my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;and thats something I cant explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;its over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talaga lang ah? naghahamon ka pa. haha. next time na yung alpahabet. version ko. teehee :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plug: &lt;/span&gt;i'm sorry i seem so apathetic to our country's current state, or everything else that's going on around us for that matter. i'm not that absorbed with my own love/life. it just seems that way. i, head to heart to soul, am actually greatly affected. what with my lolo getting arrested and my other lolo wanting to choke his ex-friend, the general and activist mum and dad obsessing over 1017 and how gma is wasting what they fought for during their time and the family talking about hiding us, the kids, yet again, i'm just trying to cope with it all. leche. it's martial law/dekada70/orapronobis all over again all at once. school is crazy. home is crazy. leche yung kababawan ng rason for the suspension of classes. nagsilabasan lang sandali yung mga jarhead from their barrax. papansin. nagkagulo pa tuloy sa bahay sa fort. leche. mababaliw ka kung ikaw ako. but i know i'm one of the least unfortunate. alam ko lahat tayo nababaliw na. i just pray for all this to end. no more deaths. no more war. spread the love. thanks aj for being with me through all this ruckus :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plugplug:&lt;/span&gt; banned si aj sa lajave room. banned ang guys sa lajave room. lol. bawal naman talaga kahit bakla pa. haha. salamat sa mga bumatok sakin para matauhan ako. figuratively speaking. salamat ulit sheen at wamar at ceej. miss ko na kayo. lahat kayo. eurostar na tayo 28!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;peace all :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114106439481817683?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114106439481817683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114106439481817683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/02/hmm-masama-ba-ako.html' title='hmm. masama ba ako?'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114062453762553956</id><published>2006-02-22T22:35:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T17:00:43.700+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY REMIKA AND DREA  :)</title><content type='html'>today, i let go of the past and the future. haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;mag fam at jayn nalang kayo please ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kissed &lt;s&gt;commitment&lt;/s&gt; goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;hello pihsnoitaler &lt;s&gt;nepo&lt;/s&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;this is &lt;s&gt;going to be&lt;/s&gt; sooo confusing.&lt;br /&gt;this going to be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUN&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kung san ka masaya. bahala ka. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talaga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;i shall teach thee my ways.&lt;br /&gt;kahit gaguhan pa yung labas.&lt;br /&gt;it's that lifestyle once again.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yehes. namiss ko toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a nightmare. i told you i loved you. you said aylabyoto.&lt;br /&gt;gah. buti pa si dream sandy tinake yung risk.&lt;br /&gt;i need a little more guts or eq or something.&lt;br /&gt;naubos ko na lahat sa pagsabi sa kanila. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still friends? ofcourse :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sa pagsabi sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plug:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;font&gt;nasa rally ka ba? bat wala? i was really hoping you were there.  sabi sakin ng tatay kong aktibista. ang sweet sweet talaga ni lito :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plugplug: &lt;/span&gt;dapat hindi naghahanap ng malupit na love song. kasi matatauhan ka lang. fcuk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 300px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;GOODBYE - Juana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Didn't mean to hurt you badly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Don't think that I am fooling around with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;So sorry for the time you've wasted on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;So sorry for the things that you went through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;But I know that the problem's within me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;You're so nice but your love don't deserve me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Or maybe I'm just so scared to fall in love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;I can still remember the days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;So many times, I've been hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;So much trust I put on a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;So much suffering I got and the pain still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Know I like you but I don't wanna take the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;So confused and I don't know how to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Don't say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;I need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Now, I know I wasn't thinking before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;That's why I'm always ending up with Mr. Wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Learning from the past, don't wanna make a mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;You could be Mr. Right or could be a fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;You know I like you but I don't wanna take the risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;So confused and I don't know how to deal with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font&gt;Need some time for awhile before I give my heart away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&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/16449282-114062453762553956?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114062453762553956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114062453762553956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-birthday-remika-and-drea.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY REMIKA AND DREA  :)'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113941946836786322</id><published>2006-02-21T23:45:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T04:10:26.806+07:00</updated><title type='text'>repost para lang maalala ko ang araw na ito</title><content type='html'>i'm quitting&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all &lt;/span&gt;the drama.&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna stick with you. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enjoy everything we do, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;you make me appreciate the simple things in life.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the highest concentration of my every teardrop is you.&lt;br /&gt;you make life more meaningful.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you've &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; made me happy.&lt;br /&gt;you are the&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; on my face :)&lt;br /&gt;just so you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY WE COMMEMORATE THE DEATH OF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PROF. DOMINADOR ILIO BE'37 CE'39 GE '39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOD BLESS HIS BEAUTIFUL SOUL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENJOY PO KAYO DIYAN SA LANGIT ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113941946836786322?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113941946836786322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113941946836786322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/02/repost-para-lang-maalala-ko-ang-araw.html' title='repost para lang maalala ko ang araw na ito'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114045730177367130</id><published>2006-02-20T23:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T03:56:26.086+07:00</updated><title type='text'>it's only monday and it's not looking so good.</title><content type='html'>i've been having attendance problems in my subjects. well, i've been having attendance problems since highschool, but who cares, really? actually, i should. and surprisingly my friends give more of a damn than i do. thanks :) anyway, i should really give a damn. damnit. my future depends on it. an instuctor asked me today if i was gonna drop her subject because i used up all my cuts already. she told me that she wouldn't accept me if i still wouldn't attend her class. like duh?? that's common sense. i'm not cutting any subject from this day on. or until the semester ends. ok? ok. so there. she gives me a chocolate bar as some sort of consolation. wtf?? ano ako bata? as if she was saying. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oh eto chocolate smile ka na ha.&lt;/span&gt; gah. what a way to start your day, or week for that matter. i found myself pouring my heart out at ten in the morning, sitting on a bench, puffing a stick and pinching his "triceps". haha. wow. and as if that wasn't enough. over dinner, i found myself being judged by my egotistic cousin. we ended up writing down all our past subjects and their corresponding grades. leche. parepareho lang kaming gago. mana mana lang talaga yan. our girl friend even suggested that we shift to tourism next sem. aynako. kung magshishift siya ng ie di na ko lilipat noh. haha. laki ulo :) but wait! there's more. we just had to talk about my lovelife. apparently, it's a must now. wow. just because you see me with them it means something already. assume. bat ba lagi nalang pinaguusapan yung puso ko. yung rep ko. yung tingin ng iba. potah. di ko man kaya magisa. kaya ko naman mag-isa. look at rocky. hello? i loved the guy for four long years. i know how to lov&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i love.&lt;/span&gt; l&lt;/span&gt;ech. a whole day of self realization. oo rah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what now? i'm ok now. buti nalang nandiyan ka. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thanks. for putting a smile on my face.&lt;/span&gt; for always &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;::hugsyoutight::&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eto malupet na hirit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div  style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 250px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sa isang malawak na karagatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;may isang salbabidang nakalutang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ngunit dahil sa isang unos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ang salbabida'y nabutasan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at upang ang hangi'y di maubsan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ang nasabing butas ay tinapalan ng bubblegum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;makalipas ang panahon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;may isang taong dumating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;itinapon ang bubblegum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at ang butas ay sinulsi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ganyan ang pagibig dito sating mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;pagdating ng taong hinahanaphanap mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ang taong nasa puso sa puso'y isasantabi mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;at ang taong ito'y lubos na magdaramdam&lt;br /&gt;maiisip sa sarili na siya'y walang karapatan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dahil siya'y isang bubblegum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;na panakip butas lamang :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114045730177367130?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114045730177367130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114045730177367130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-only-monday-and-its-not-looking-so.html' title='it&apos;s only monday and it&apos;s not looking so good.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114038095319047584</id><published>2006-02-20T03:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T03:53:43.563+07:00</updated><title type='text'>and it keeps on melting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;awwww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;that's soo sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm soo touched&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::deep breath::&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank you&lt;/span&gt;::cutesy voice::bats eyelashes::mwah::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you lovees for sending your loves and misses.&lt;br /&gt;i  love and miss you too. soo much. i will visit you you and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess valentines isn't over yet. teehee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;miggy love. sandy needs to see you asap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lovees. til end of february love month nalang yung eurostar carnivale :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs&amp;amp;kisses,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/sandinuh/the%20vainest%20of%20them%20all/spiNk793.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;thegirlwhooughttobeslappedforbeingstuckonvalentinesdayforaweek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114038095319047584?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114038095319047584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114038095319047584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-it-keeps-on-melting.html' title='and it keeps on melting'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/sandinuh/the%20vainest%20of%20them%20all/th_spiNk793.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-114002114987615016</id><published>2006-02-15T22:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:32:30.060+07:00</updated><title type='text'>aaahh. LOVE.</title><content type='html'>3 valentines days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what took you so long?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow. lucky lucky you. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SCORE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chocolates and flowers and kisses and hugs and isaw and fishballs and c2 and spirits and nuggets  and pancit and bottles and corned beef and adobo and rice and trikes and jeeps and games and stories and bonding and mcdonalds and friends and stars and the sunken garden and all of UP and katipunan and my dorm and everything and more and lovees are love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm on a love high.&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i'm on a HIGH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and all i can feel is bliss :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i can feel mentos on my ears, but that's another story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realized na wala naman yan sa lugar or sa tao. nasa akin lang yan. in the middle of nowhere i will find something SPECIAL to love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;thanks&lt;/span&gt; ceej, icy, gaye, carla, kaye, ayisse, am, ange, ching, camille, kelly clarkson, enzo, mico, danjo, frank, martin, mark, mike, luis, gino, sheen, jehan, aj, koy, joe for being my valentinesss.&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-114002114987615016?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114002114987615016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/114002114987615016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/02/aaahh-love.html' title='aaahh. LOVE.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113975303602415847</id><published>2006-02-12T19:57:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:22:58.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>SINGLES-NIGHT-OUT = INUMAN :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border: 1px solid black; background: rgb(255, 255, 255) none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; width: 257px; height: 160px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandina --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[noun]:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person who is constantly high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=83"&gt;'How will you be defined in the dictionary?'&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be continued. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;this week na tol!&lt;/span&gt; bwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today deserves an entry because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;toni rose piñero rode a jeepney&lt;/span&gt; four times today. 2 up campus, 1 katipunan and an ikot to be exact. woohoo. to up and back. haha. partida naka-flowy mini pa siya. i congratulate you for completing your AB amarunongnakomagcommute degree. yis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seriously, i think this whole weekend deserves an entry. it's the first time ever, that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i spent the weekend at the dorm&lt;/span&gt;. i didn't go home last friday, nor did i drink, like i usually do, because we were having our second long exam in chem16, saturday. a BIG up to my sister for reviewing me. hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for you, i wish this week would end quickly. for me, i wish this week would last forever. for everyone, i wish tuesday would be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VALENTINES HUG FOR EVERYONE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to go to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;geog fieldtrip&lt;/span&gt; right after my exam,but decided not to. i wasn't in the mood to go semi-camping, especially without any sleep from the previous night. actually, if we were going spellunking, hiking or climbing, i would've gone, with or without sleep. gah. thinking of the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mountains makes me miss rocky&lt;/span&gt;. resist. resist. anyway, i could've gone home to makati nalang, but again decided not to. i stayed sa tindahan ni ate marivic for a while. i waited for the boys to leave for the bus station. they were going to aklan for a wake. God Bless his soul &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-_-&lt;/span&gt; . luigi wanted to stuff me in his bag. asa. no laguna or aklan for me so i stayed one more night so that i could accompany toni in watching the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;uaap judo games at CHK&lt;/span&gt; the next day, today, sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. i just wanted to know how it felt like to stay the weekend and experience even more "freedom". i shouldn't have stayed over. i feel sad now. i feel bad because i've turned my house into a laundromat. i go home to have my dirty clothes washed and go out with new clean ones. i don't want this. well, i used to, but now, i don't. oo. nakokonsiyenya ako. i'm "living on my own" and i've excluded myself from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;. they haven't been going to mass, or even the mall, together because of my absence. gah. i wanna love them a lot again. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i miss my superlover self&lt;/span&gt;, kahit ba superhater ako at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sun&lt;/span&gt;day, today was a long day. basta "nanuod" kami ng judo sa CHK. may representative from every school. haha. va for ateneo. monica and toni for dlsu. me for up. galing. haha. ako lang samin yung hindi required. pero para sa kaibigan. sige. long story short. champion ang admu. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm home already &lt;3&lt;/span&gt; and there's blue skies &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gum stuck on my ass &lt;/span&gt;(pantaloon). haha. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sayang wala ako sa katipunan para sa inyo ngayon. 5 na kasi ako nakauwi eh :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sorry over cliched na yung phrase from me. mahilig ako magmahal eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113975303602415847?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113975303602415847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113975303602415847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/02/singles-night-out-inuman.html' title='SINGLES-NIGHT-OUT = INUMAN :)'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113966433098840228</id><published>2006-02-11T20:02:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:43:14.433+07:00</updated><title type='text'>lovees, eurostar carnivale trip is TBA :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/17.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/17.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;omg. this says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been bitten by the giddylovebug and it has superglued itself to me. poor bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;toby: so you love more than one guy&lt;br /&gt;Sandina: i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;Sandina: ewan&lt;br /&gt;toby: But you love 1 guy&lt;br /&gt;Sandina: wait&lt;br /&gt;Sandina: hmmm&lt;br /&gt;Sandina: YES&lt;br /&gt;toby: you dont want to say that he loves you&lt;br /&gt;toby: and you dont wanna let him know you love him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teehee. kids nowadays. don't be in a hurry. enjoy your youth. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lola?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the list&lt;/span&gt; is now in the archives.&lt;br /&gt;bwahahaha. links for the persistent ::wink::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113966433098840228?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113966433098840228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113966433098840228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/02/lovees-eurostar-carnivale-trip-is-tba.html' title='lovees, eurostar carnivale trip is TBA :)'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113924557747252472</id><published>2006-02-06T22:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T00:27:31.626+07:00</updated><title type='text'>friendship shouldn't be a lot of work - nicole ritchie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/meiaflores/Img_2868.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 400px;" src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a300/meiaflores/Img_2766.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;the back pose.toni's so red.she's so basag na.haha.ang walang kamatayang MFY ++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that, during the weekend, i got a break from this emotional slump i've been having. i've been missing sanago and makati, not necessarily my house, so much, that i cried last thursday. i missed how easy life there was and how i easily got away with my happy-go-lucky ways. i miss my loved ones most of all ofcourse. i miss mfy, amazing friends, familia bulabog. i even miss my stinky little brother, Marti. and yes, no doubt, i miss rocky. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;valentine's day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed all the bar-hopping we used to do. with jan's absence, we kinda took a break from it and, eventually, lost the will to do it. gah. i felt so deprived of dancing here in qc that i danced til dawn at gb. i'm glad temple's still there for me. it's just sad that greenbelt is slowly dying. the fort is the new "it" place. i live there yet i'm miles away from it. crap. cowpoop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who did i sleep in between of? ah. jc and cheska.  sarap sobra.  i missed that.  trying to sleeping at  five in the morning. trying to fit the twelve of us on a single bed. snuggling and cuddling and snoring and camwhoring. no dull moments. sisters and brothers for life. kakaiyak sa tuwa :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayan. that's what i miss. i super miss my loved ones. haha. wala lang. naisip ko lang. kung umuuwi parin kaya ako sa makati, kami na kaya ni joey? lol. sobrang patawa. pero malaki ang possibilities. anyway. it's not that i don't love my friends here. i'm not deprived of people to love. there's an abundance of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lovely people to love&lt;/span&gt; here. maybe that's my problem right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish things would be better. but, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i can't compromise who i am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;term ni aj...&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tama ba?&lt;/span&gt; pero kikay din. basta yun. yun ako eh. sorry. i grew up that way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;zoids!wohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hay. all i'm sure of right now is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;I LOVE YOU ALL, ALWAYS :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ay. plug. to master luis, thanks in advance :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113924557747252472?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113924557747252472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113924557747252472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/02/friendship-shouldnt-be-lot-of-work.html' title='friendship shouldn&apos;t be a lot of work - nicole ritchie'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113924568495448942</id><published>2006-02-04T00:06:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T00:25:42.270+07:00</updated><title type='text'>HUBBABERDEI MIKE AND CAMILLE :)</title><content type='html'>dude, i wasn't faking it. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113924568495448942?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113924568495448942'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;if you have fun, then why not, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salamat kapatid :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you stand a person who assumes you like him?&lt;br /&gt;should you agree with others who say it's being big-headed?&lt;br /&gt;if it is true, then why get offended, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;there will be no chasing. just replacing :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tell me something i don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you stand yourself when you get yourself hyped up for nothing?&lt;br /&gt;don't you just hate it when, even false hope, isn't given to you?&lt;br /&gt;you shouldn't torture yourself day-to-day with uncertainty, right?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if only it's that easy to open your eyes and wake up from a heavenly dream :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you just go with the flow for a change?&lt;br /&gt;shouldn't we all just recognize what blessings the things we already have are?&lt;br /&gt;answers you're looking for are often just staring you in the face, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you shouldn't be a slave to your heart. you should coexist :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 300px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Aliens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Aliens.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"if two past lovers remain friends; it's either they are still inlove&lt;br /&gt;or never were."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatthefuck? why now? it's making me wonder what i am, what you are, what you were, what we are, what we were, what you and i will be. where do we stand in telescopy? why are there so many things against us? why does taboo exist? i'm asking myself if you're wondering too. are you wondering too? are you aware of what you make me feel? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;drama. ick. avril lavigne. haha. pero umiiyak ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stop.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;take my hand and hold me close. &lt;/span&gt;let's face this world together :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 300px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Img_2051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Img_2051.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY KRISTIA VELOSO :)&lt;br /&gt;we will all be here and there for you.&lt;br /&gt;don't fret. we love you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113881452226754391?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://iamkaye.livejournal.com/39152.html#cutid1' title='i&apos;m happy but sad.'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113881452226754391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113881452226754391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-happy-but-sad.html' title='i&apos;m happy but sad.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113862872299212209</id><published>2006-01-30T20:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:13:22.850+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me happy :)</title><content type='html'>sorry for being dramatic &lt;a href="http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/01/because-i-verbally-abuse-when-im-drunk.html"&gt;the other day.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the middle toenail of my right foot died. today. rest in peace -_-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ok now.&lt;br /&gt;i'm actually happy because he's going to be my brother next year.&lt;br /&gt;haha. that's so malabo. but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i swear. even without the booze.&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's gonna be the day.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired of all these depressive events.&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna be my brother and you have no choice. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so happy i have all of you.&lt;br /&gt;i love you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sandy. kinilig. yihee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113862872299212209?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://iamkaye.livejournal.com/38153.html#cutid1' title='you make me happy :)'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113862872299212209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113862872299212209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-make-me-happy.html' title='you make me happy :)'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113821023108777456</id><published>2006-01-25T22:20:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:39:54.366+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"drink. enjoy. flirt"</title><content type='html'>that's a spoiler from the 3rd season of the OC. &lt;br /&gt;Thank you maan for every episode of heaven on earth :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just finished taking a good, long, warm bath. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ang sarap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt really stinky and "stressed out" na kasi. haha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;kapal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, not the stinky part. sweat it out on a funny fun day :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had the 2nd am shoot today. i was late. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;what do you expect? so sorry :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was at phan. super wacky sana 'cause it was at up, home of the whacked. haha.&lt;br /&gt;but am's kinda sick today. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://cultureddirtbag.blogspot.com/2006/01/only-19.html"&gt;hope you feel better dear.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we headed to katips after, where kaye buried me. with her hirits. haha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;conyotic ah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people came and went. and a stick of black bat disintegrated. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yeah boi! one lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaye and i decided to have a spa day :)&lt;br /&gt;pink max is awesome. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamkaye.livejournal.com"&gt;money well spent noh kaye?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a hundred and fifty pesos for nail art on all your ten fingers.&lt;br /&gt;it's where mico's used to be. i'm not inis anymore that mico's closed. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i just had my fingernails cleaned. &lt;br /&gt;hangnails from last week gave me lots of booboos na kasi. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nabalatan. ick. haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't get the toesies done 'cause it'd be stupid since i was going jogging after.&lt;br /&gt;so i went to moro na. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;hindi ako nang-indian. yeah boi :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i did more laps than you did, johnnyboy. haha.&lt;br /&gt;two ovals yesterday and that many laps today. my legs hurt like shit ah.&lt;br /&gt;but we ate at jabee. so did all that stuff count? haha. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i have hopes for you johnny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't take it that i'm still stuck on how rocky looks.&lt;br /&gt;of all the uaap players there, i looked for tenorio, who had his last season na.&lt;br /&gt;bat nagtaka ka pa john? i &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;tend to&lt;/span&gt; like short-ish guys with six packs, killer-smiles and large-ish heads and noses. i realized that #7 shouldn't be in the list na. so there. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having the pedi done after jogging was a great idea.&lt;br /&gt;sarap. footsie massage. so relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;panalo na sana kaso biglang umulan. wow. but it's okay since i just had them cleaned.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i've lost my fervency for eye-catching stuff na. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;i think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pero asuh. laki ko paring pansinin eh. haha. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;see previous entry&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;haha. right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to "detoxify" my being. wag na humirit, since it's only trying.&lt;br /&gt;so i'll do my prelab na. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good night. i love you. mwah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;shameless plug:&lt;/span&gt; my dear 2 faggots. fair niyo sa friday. di ka nagsasabi faggot #1. boo. haha. pax :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113821023108777456?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113821023108777456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113821023108777456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/01/drink-enjoy-flirt.html' title='&quot;drink. enjoy. flirt&quot;'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113782350713859359</id><published>2006-01-21T11:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:11:06.403+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pang-masa</title><content type='html'>a term coined by a friend to describe her/our God-given "aura".&lt;br /&gt;It's truck-drivers-waiters-doms-pervs-posers galore.&lt;br /&gt;It's sad and unfortunate, but there is no use in denying it.&lt;br /&gt;All we can do is think above it.&lt;br /&gt;How is that?&lt;br /&gt;Treat each other with the respect we deserve.&lt;br /&gt;Give compliments all the time, even if they're in the form of jokes :)&lt;br /&gt;Watch each other's backs.&lt;br /&gt;All for one and one for all. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah. What the fuck am I talking about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 450px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Situation A:&lt;br /&gt;It was around 7pm and M,A,C,K,S were walking along E.A. St.&lt;br /&gt;They were going to LJGR from HS to wait for C,A.&lt;br /&gt;It was a not-so-short walk, but they should've just ridden a trike.&lt;br /&gt;From the opposite direction, a man riding a bicycle passed them by.&lt;br /&gt;"I love you."&lt;br /&gt;S shreiked. She covered her face and wanted to cry.&lt;br /&gt;The man was old. No, he was ancient. He was ugly and could be considered their house boy/lolo already.&lt;br /&gt;There was one common thing that was going through C,S,K's head.&lt;br /&gt;"The nerve of that man."&lt;br /&gt;A made a joke about it, but they didn't feel any better.&lt;br /&gt;It just aggravated how sucky it was to be that, pang-masa.&lt;br /&gt;From their memories came Situation B.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 450px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Situation B:&lt;br /&gt;Girl decided to eat chicken.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting for her chicken, a waiter came up to her.&lt;br /&gt;"Where do you live?"&lt;br /&gt;"In (name of place here)"&lt;br /&gt;"That's so far. Can I have your number?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh. NO."&lt;br /&gt;Once again. The nerve of that man.&lt;br /&gt;The girl is too rich,smart and pretty for him.&lt;br /&gt;She is a customer.&lt;br /&gt;She will never eat in that establishment ever again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 450px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"It's ok sometimes. You get compliments AND free gravy. Freebies! Who wouldn't like that?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't mean to offend anyone or make anyone feel horrible. I know it happens to almost all of us. I am not a special case. And now we sing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 2px; width: 450px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"You are not alone. I am here with you...you are not. you are not." -Michael &lt;s&gt;Jordan&lt;/s&gt; Jackson :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think woman think. Don't settle for pang-masa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Itaas ang bandera ng kababaihan! Join UP Babaylan!&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. Sorry. I'm just kidding :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113782350713859359?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113782350713859359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113782350713859359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/01/pang-masa.html' title='Pang-masa'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113769516905322611</id><published>2006-01-20T00:12:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T01:26:09.056+07:00</updated><title type='text'>WELCOME TO THE SUCK</title><content type='html'>get ready to hear this a lot this year. this will burry all that "that's hott" crap. it's substantial, frank and down-right straight-to-the point, of life, that is. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gah. i can't think of anything to say that would give justice to one of the best, if not &lt;strong&gt;THE BEST&lt;/strong&gt;, films of the year, &lt;strong&gt;JARHEAD&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean, fine, Spielberg's &lt;strong&gt;Munich&lt;/strong&gt; is showing this year and will be tackling political issues as well, but does it have &lt;a href="http://hem.bredband.net/tangled/Jarhead.mpg"&gt;THIS?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://z.about.com/d/movies/1/0/h/n/7/jarheadpubl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think not. haha. i'm kidding. watch the movie. watch his naked ass video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't think i took this movie lightly.&lt;br /&gt;it dealt with the issues of war,love,life,brotherhood,nationalism and everything else that matters. All these were  shown with so much vulgarity, frankness and &lt;strong&gt;reality&lt;/strong&gt; that, even the self-righteous, would choke on their own words. Some people really would die to kill. And your girlfriend really is doing it with your brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explicit with a capital E, it perfectly showed &lt;strong&gt;how fucked up life is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Pretentions. No Censorship. with regards to the truth, that is. Hello??&lt;br /&gt;In the desert, you can only be yourself. Drive yourself up the not-existent wall, and still, you are and can only be - &lt;strong&gt;yourself&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're in the suck! Face it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and the cinematography, pure genius. It was like experiencing heaven and hell, or heaven in hell, at the same time. I quote maan. &lt;em&gt;"Feeling ko mananalo nga yan ng Oscar for best cinematography..."&lt;/em&gt; Never did I think that I would ever, even remotely, consider going to sunny Saudi Arabia. And that's not thinking of Jake Gyllenhaal yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jake Gyllenhaal&lt;/strong&gt;. Swoff. Tony.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit; I drooled. I'm obsessed. gah. so hot. tongue tied. in shit. still hot. under the desert sun. sizzling. gah. so tongue tied. an angel. an ass. a friend. a boyfriend. a nerd. a musician. i'm spoiling it for you. haha. He'll make you laugh your brains out, cry your heart out, jump for joy, cringe in pain. He's everything :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i told Am, &lt;strong&gt;I laugh, cried, daydreamed, cringed, cussed, hated and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt;, all at the same time :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comedy. Action. Gore. Stupidity. Reality. Drama. Hottie-studded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jarhead &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;was &lt;strong&gt;full of it&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;the shit&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;the dope&lt;/strong&gt;, the everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OO-RAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113769516905322611?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.jarheadmovie.com/welcometothesuck.html' title='WELCOME TO THE SUCK'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113769516905322611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113769516905322611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/01/welcome-to-suck_20.html' title='WELCOME TO THE SUCK'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113757284724529227</id><published>2006-01-18T14:48:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T10:59:04.653+07:00</updated><title type='text'>LET'S PARTY GIRLS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d96/kukay16/CIMG1362copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i33.photobucket.com/albums/d96/kukay16/CIMG1362copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;notice the ascending order of the opening of the mouths. lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cultureddirtbag.deviantart.com/gallery/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;the am shoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;walangmaisipnacollectivename/s. &lt;s&gt;tribu&lt;/s&gt; &lt;strong&gt;drew's this friday.&lt;/strong&gt; or something. haha:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="BORDER-RIGHT: #33cccc 1px solid; PADDING-RIGHT: 5px; BORDER-TOP: #33cccc 1px solid; PADDING-LEFT: 5px; FONT-SIZE: 12px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 5px; MARGIN: 0px auto; BORDER-LEFT: #33cccc 1px solid; WIDTH: 300px; PADDING-TOP: 5px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #33cccc 1px solid; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffffff; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;oh. we "partied" alright. it wasn't a mess. it was just messy. haha. I love you guys. mwah! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pick a band/artist/album + Answer using only titles of their songs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dashboard confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you male or female:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Girl, For Justin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Deceptions, Age Six Racer, This Ruined Puzzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do some people feel about you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Ghost of a Good Thing, Am I Missing, The Brilliant Dance, Turpentine Chaser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How do you feel about yourself:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So impossible, Rapid Hope Loss, Drowning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe your ex:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Screaming Infidelities, This Bitter Pill, Hold On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe your views on your significant other or crush:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;For You to Notice, So Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe what you want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Morning Calls, Shirts and Gloves, Saints and Sailors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe how you live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;If You Can't Leave It Be, The Good Fight, Bend and Not Break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Describe how you love:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Lovers Go, Hands Down, So Long So Long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Share a few words of wisdom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Remember to Breathe, Carve Your Heart Out Yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry the answers are so sad. it's emo afterall.&lt;br /&gt;i'd be so happy if they had a song entitled sunshine :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113757284724529227?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113757284724529227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113757284724529227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/01/lets-party-girls.html' title='LET&apos;S PARTY GIRLS!'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113783732948907641</id><published>2006-01-17T16:51:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T23:32:30.036+07:00</updated><title type='text'>ease the pain. if any :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvB4ZcNhxPM"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WvB4ZcNhxPM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/EMBED&gt;&lt;/PARAM&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately, i've been obsessing over fall out boy.&lt;br /&gt;this particular gag video makes me laugh so hard.&lt;br /&gt;it's my only glee at the moment, how tragic. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meia,ross and i watched it together once.&lt;br /&gt;meia said i showed signs of depression. or something :)&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just being emo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song's actually quite deep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; width: 450px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUGAR WE'RE GOING DOWN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Am I more than you bargained for yet&lt;br /&gt;I've been dying to tell you anything you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;Cause &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;that's just who I am this week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lie in the grass, next to the mausoleum&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a notch in your bedpost&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a line in a song&lt;br /&gt;(A notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Drop a heart,&lt;/span&gt; break a name&lt;br /&gt;We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet&lt;br /&gt;A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this more than you bargained for yet&lt;br /&gt;Oh don't mind me I'm watching you two from the closet&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to be the friction in your jeans&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it messed up how I'm just dying to be him&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a notch in your bedpost&lt;br /&gt;But you're just a line in a song&lt;br /&gt;(Notch in your bedpost, but you're just a line in a song)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop a heart, break a name&lt;br /&gt;We're always sleeping in, and sleeping for the wrong team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet&lt;br /&gt;A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;[x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down, down in an earlier round&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet&lt;br /&gt;A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(Take back what you said)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)&lt;br /&gt;A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down (down, down)&lt;br /&gt;Down, down (down, down)&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down (down, down)&lt;br /&gt;A loaded God complex, cock it and pull it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going down, down in an earlier round (Take aim at myself)&lt;br /&gt;And Sugar, we're going down swinging (Take back what you said)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your number one with a bullet (Take aim at myself)&lt;br /&gt;A loaded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God complex,&lt;/span&gt;cock it and pull it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have a God complex. gah.&lt;br /&gt;I know people who do. It's fine.&lt;br /&gt;I still love them for ALL that they are.&lt;br /&gt;I am no self-righteous bastard. hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; width: 301px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://i13.photobucket.com/albums/a269/sandinuh/spiNk857.jpg" height="50%" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JANNINE DU MACACHOR &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I MISS AND LOVE YOU SO MUCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113783732948907641?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113783732948907641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113783732948907641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/01/ease-pain-if-any.html' title='ease the pain. if any :)'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113706085767492751</id><published>2006-01-12T17:09:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T22:20:27.593+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm the shite. uh-huh uh-huh.</title><content type='html'>today wasn't a kilig day. &lt;em&gt;wtf are kilig days noh? haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't even a good day all-in-all.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not the sad type of person. paranoid,yes. pessimistic,no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so what type of person are you?&lt;/em&gt; the type that's full of it :)&lt;br /&gt;there were cutesy parts of my day and that's enough to make me smile :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i missed two classes today. &lt;em&gt;way to go ms. new year's resolution.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know how i would go to up kasi. i only had 22 pesos left this morning.&lt;br /&gt;i prepped for my third class nalang. i called tita precy for 40 pesos load.&lt;br /&gt;i then rode a jeep from katips to the up-balara gate.&lt;br /&gt;i took another jeep and went down near engg and walked to cal from there.&lt;br /&gt;i bumped into enzo and borrowed some moolah.&lt;br /&gt;i went to my class. 0 energy.&lt;br /&gt;i stopped by the itlugan to get a half-long. fencer was there. he was the only crushee i saw today.&lt;br /&gt;i went to my lab and watched myself leech off my lab partner. &lt;em&gt;i'm soo sorry.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while the fudgeroo was discussing the 567postlabs, i copied them off my partner's.&lt;br /&gt;yes. harap harapan. garapalan. buti nalang nasasagot ko yung mga tanong nung recitation.&lt;br /&gt;i finished all three postlabs during the lab period. crap. i'm still such a slacker. &lt;em&gt;where's the greatly anticipated change?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went to casaa. i didn't see any of my gal pals today. &lt;em&gt;except for ange pala.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed with the wise ass boys for a while. haha.&lt;br /&gt;then i called enzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; width: 250px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;msri.&lt;br /&gt;ah ok.&lt;br /&gt;Nsri.&lt;br /&gt;ikaw?&lt;br /&gt;casaa...&lt;br /&gt;daanan ka namin sa itlugan.&lt;br /&gt;ok.&lt;br /&gt;bye." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; width: 250px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"san yung Nsri?&lt;br /&gt;hah? ano yun?&lt;br /&gt;diba sa mbb yun?&lt;br /&gt;ang layo naman.&lt;br /&gt;san yung Nsri?&lt;br /&gt;baka msri. dun yun sa...&lt;br /&gt;taenang nsri yan. haha.&lt;br /&gt;sorry. binggi. yun yung narinig ko eh." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i'm not the sad type. bentang benta na sakin yan. hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;so i went to the itlugan nalang. not leaving casaa without some perverted bullcrap from joba. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we passed through the as walk+chem building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; width: 450px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ui nakwento ko na ba sayo?&lt;br /&gt;uh.alin?hindi.&lt;br /&gt;oh nakwento ko na yata sayo.&lt;br /&gt;ay hindi nga eh.&lt;br /&gt;diba yung nakasalubong natin yung __ ko sa __. dun palang sabi ko na sa sarili ko.&lt;br /&gt;nako. tatanungin ako niyan mamaya.&lt;br /&gt;tapos akala ko nakatakas na ko.&lt;br /&gt;biglang tinawag ako ng __ ko.&lt;br /&gt;tinanong kung sino yung __?&lt;br /&gt;sinabi pala nung __ ko sa kanya.&lt;br /&gt;ahahahaha. sayang noh? maling tao. (hindi mo yata na-gets.) blah. blah. blah.&lt;br /&gt;bakit ganon pag babae? pag lalaki naman di tinatanong.&lt;br /&gt;haha. gusto mo itanong sayo pag lalaki? ang lala mo. haha." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and once again, because i'm not the sad type of person. bentang-benta parin sakin.hahaha :)&lt;br /&gt;ange was there at the itlugan. kain kain muna kami.&lt;br /&gt;i was calling kaycoo.&lt;br /&gt;then she texted me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; width: 200px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"___ 's pooping pa."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was so adorable and funny :)&lt;br /&gt;so they fetched me na sa itlugan and we went to katips.&lt;br /&gt;everyone's so moohlahless nowadays. haay. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i think we were at wok when enzo said this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; width: 200px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"hinahanap ka nila #7 yesterday."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said my pa-humble and kunwari-hindi-kinikilig replies.&lt;br /&gt;but that reaaaaaaaaaalllllly made my day :)haha.&lt;br /&gt;especially since i've been reading his blog kahit masakit sa mata. haha.&lt;br /&gt;it's my duddy's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;i thought they were going here for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;the celebration was at the house in makati na.&lt;br /&gt;so i decide to go there nalang coz i love my duddy muchmuch.&lt;br /&gt;i text my gr.6 crush to ask if he could accompany me to makati.&lt;br /&gt;fetch nalang daw niya ko sa dorm ng 6-6:30. with driver and all.&lt;br /&gt;we left at around 8. yipeeyahoowahooey :)&lt;br /&gt;our short time together was too confusing for me to talk about. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;haha. it was fun. as usual.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't help asking about #1 though. &lt;em&gt;zip it sandy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you. so sad i lost gr6 :(&lt;br /&gt;we parted ways when i miraculously got a cab at makati ave. at 9pm. wow.&lt;br /&gt;the short cab ride was the highlight of my day. i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div size="12px" style="border: 1px solid rgb(51, 204, 204); margin: 0px auto; padding: 5px; width: 450px; text-align: left; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;p&gt;"bat di mo sinama yung boyfriend mo?&lt;br /&gt;haha. manong hindi ah.&lt;br /&gt;ano mo ba yun?&lt;br /&gt;wala manong.&lt;br /&gt;ano status niyo?&lt;br /&gt;wala. haha. di ko alam.&lt;br /&gt;nanliligaw ba? mahina noh?&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ay mahina nga. dapat wag mo na paasahin.nako. ikaw rin. baka ma-develop yan.&lt;br /&gt;haha. diba okay yun?&lt;br /&gt;bat nga di mo sinama?&lt;br /&gt;kasi manong. hindi pwede. blah blah blah. birthday ng duddy ko.&lt;br /&gt;sigurado ka hindi kayo? kasi kinikilig kayo kanina eh.&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the short 20 minute cab ride, we managed to talk about me,gr6,college,eurocarnival,Kris Aquino,my love life,my lolo,the army.&lt;br /&gt;he even clapped his hands when he knew i was from up and he's from ateneo. haha.&lt;br /&gt;we passed by a car that broke down. he said that if only he didn't have a passenger. he woul've helped.that man's one of those people i'll never forget. i can't express how thankful i am to God for meeting him. he so reminds me of the waiter from waiterrant. it's those short encounters that affect you in the most profound of ways :) i didn't get to say goodbye properly though. sayang.&lt;em&gt; to the driver and gr6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stayed at home or less than an hour.&lt;br /&gt;i greeted papa. i ate dinner. i bonded with my family.&lt;br /&gt;i had this warm cozy feeling in my heart. something i haven't felt in a long time. told you the driver had a profound effect on me :)&lt;br /&gt;i got some clothes. because some of the clothes i brought to the dorm don't fit me anymore. and i have to prep for my friday the 13th escapade with kaye tomorrow. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i weighed myself.&lt;br /&gt;I GAINED 4 POUNDS&lt;br /&gt;i am happy : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PAPA :)&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/400/Davids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113706085767492751?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113706085767492751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113706085767492751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-shite-uh-huh-uh-huh.html' title='i&apos;m the shite. uh-huh uh-huh.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113647898747794571</id><published>2006-01-06T22:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:00:40.823+07:00</updated><title type='text'>crush list</title><content type='html'>inspired by im-ing with breechy. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://opi.yahoo.com/online?u=francispaderna&amp;m=g&amp;amp;t=0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big fisher.&lt;/strong&gt; last year ko pa siya crush. haha. "bata" pa siya. only my ateneo friends know.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img src="http://opi.yahoo.com/online?u=cvq733u_8&amp;m=g&amp;amp;t=0" /&gt;tribal.&lt;/strong&gt; i first laid eyes on him before our turn during engg week's smoker's night. may tribal logo siya sa likod nun. and it seems, mahilig talaga siya sa tribal. halata na.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://opi.yahoo.com/online?u=jangdat&amp;m=g&amp;amp;t=0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tic-tac-toe.&lt;/strong&gt; last year pa rin siya. sa kanya ako nagka-stupid moment. matigas na tiyan is a good thing. naku. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://opi.yahoo.com/online?u=jeepney05&amp;m=g&amp;amp;t=0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kuya.&lt;/strong&gt; nakakamiss yung dati. nandiyan siya parati pag di ako makatulog. one text away lang. pag malungkot ako malungot din daw siya. hindi siya matutulog hangga't mapangiti niya ko. gaga kasi ako kasi pinafeel ko sa kanya na hindi na siya yung favorite kong kuya. mahal ko toh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://opi.yahoo.com/online?u=alexisjerome_23&amp;m=g&amp;amp;t=0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X.&lt;/strong&gt; ex ng friend ko. alam ko masama at pagiging hypocrite. pero ito na siguro yung pinaka-joke sa lahat. promise.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://opi.yahoo.com/online?u=francubus&amp;m=g&amp;amp;t=0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enzo.&lt;/strong&gt; crush din siya ng pinsan ko. nerdy. bs physics sa up. smoldering eyes. mala enrique iglesias ang dating. haha. nakita ko lang siya nung isan araw sa cantina.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img src="http://opi.yahoo.com/online?u=luis_medz&amp;m=g&amp;amp;t=0"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LUIS MEDINA.&lt;/span&gt; ayan. bow down. malupit daw siya. yeah boi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;dami noh??&lt;br /&gt;yung 5 friends ko. 2 yung watching-from-a-distance. which is sooo good. kasi mas nakakakilig pag may mystery. haha. oo ka nalang. if you know the 2, &lt;strong&gt;don't&lt;/strong&gt; introduce me to them please.&lt;br /&gt;well.i'm free to have as many crushes as i want since wala na naman kami ni 29.&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko nga. happy new year. year of the new :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm. siguro yung "pinaka". si #1 na. kaya ko nga siguro linagay sa 1 diba?&lt;br /&gt;medyo badtrip nga lang ako sa kanya ngayon kasi tinulugan niya ko. haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'll see 'em soon. very soon :)&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113647898747794571?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113647898747794571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113647898747794571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/01/crush-list.html' title='crush list'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113634508097852990</id><published>2006-01-03T22:30:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T10:24:40.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'>bored,with friends and have money to spare?</title><content type='html'>great :)&lt;br /&gt;go to town.&lt;br /&gt;not out-of-town. just town.&lt;br /&gt;but it might as well have been out-of-town&lt;br /&gt;sa haba ba naman ng biyahe eh.&lt;br /&gt;saya. spontaneity at its best.&lt;br /&gt;minalas ako nung papunta.haha.&lt;br /&gt;busog naman ako nung pauwi.&lt;br /&gt;lets do it again ha?&lt;br /&gt;;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113634508097852990?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113634508097852990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113634508097852990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/01/boredwith-friends-and-have-money-to.html' title='bored,with friends and have money to spare?'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113634435237715228</id><published>2006-01-01T00:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T04:56:51.106+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution/s</title><content type='html'>1. Pumasok :)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;s&gt;magka-bagong crush&lt;/s&gt; ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113634435237715228?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113634435237715228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113634435237715228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution/s'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113725326429252359</id><published>2005-12-31T23:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:41:04.313+07:00</updated><title type='text'>2005 in summary :)</title><content type='html'>since i only started last june, i copied the first and last lines of every month:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's getting worse.&lt;br /&gt;pakasaya lang kayo ha.&lt;br /&gt;sandy,miggy,michael and jai decide to eat dinner at Katips.&lt;br /&gt;i see everything as an illusion.&lt;br /&gt;i made you smile.&lt;br /&gt;i don't want this entry to be a bad reminder.&lt;br /&gt;i'm pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;could someone please make me a layout?&lt;br /&gt;my head's aching from all the idleness.&lt;br /&gt;Good night dear sweet novembers.&lt;br /&gt;geog 1 ko today.&lt;br /&gt;i think i need not post about last night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113725326429252359?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113725326429252359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113725326429252359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/2005-in-summary.html' title='2005 in summary :)'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113641175369705563</id><published>2005-12-27T15:49:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T01:37:20.503+07:00</updated><title type='text'>To: c,k,i,a,j,g,m,j,g,a,e,s,p</title><content type='html'>i think i need not post about last night. &lt;em&gt;so what's this?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/iamkaye/34178.html#comments"&gt;everyone posted stuff about it na. haha.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;takes the mystery away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry.&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&lt;br /&gt;let's do it again.&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113641175369705563?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113641175369705563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113641175369705563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-ckiajgmjgaesp.html' title='To: c,k,i,a,j,g,m,j,g,a,e,s,p'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113536837115360446</id><published>2005-12-25T00:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T16:51:29.896+07:00</updated><title type='text'>el cielo esta cayendo!</title><content type='html'>the eve was crap in the crappiest sense.&lt;br /&gt;imagine a to-the-death match between you and your brother.&lt;br /&gt;champagne went flying over the table.&lt;br /&gt;he snapped.&lt;br /&gt;monster.&lt;br /&gt;we are the Munsters.&lt;br /&gt;crap.&lt;br /&gt;and a nun visited us Christmas day.&lt;br /&gt;well. atleast rocky came over.&lt;br /&gt;and Chicken Little makes it all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or better yet, in joey's realistic words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HAVE A NOT SO MERRY CHRISTMAS ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113536837115360446?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' 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people on friendster. diddya know that?&lt;br /&gt;there are those self-righteous non-conformists who say that friendster is for losers, yet have their own accounts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendster is for the friendless, i agree, most of the time. I'm talking about those people who'll add up anyone, any group,any place,anything. It's pathetic to have forty plus accounts of people you don't know (&lt;em&gt;prolly dominated by perverts and d.o.m.s) &lt;/em&gt;then create exclusive accounts that don't turn out to be so exclusive.&lt;em&gt; i'm not mad, ok? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ranting about friendster cause reading ross' article on &lt;em&gt;conforming non-conformists&lt;/em&gt; reminded me of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have multiple accounts. i admit. three's enough for me. one for new friends, mostly college people. one for old friends, mostly highschool people from sanago. and one for older friends,prolly from my childhood and/or maksci. oh. and i do include enemies, i'm just not making an account especially for them, prissy exes ni rocky. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;i don't mean to be hypocritical or defensive. i'm being unbiased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i salute those who have thousands of friends but don't turn their testimonials area into message boards. there are message boards for that. &lt;em&gt;forkin FRONTIN bull crap. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i irk that some people are sooo self righteous to say that multiple accounts are a waste of web space. puhlease. it's those unused friendless accounts that are a waste of web space.&lt;br /&gt;but lets not generalize, shall we? i'd consider those filled with sparkling piczo words, like sexy, gorgeous, cute, as a waste. i'd prolly include those that are over flowing with embeded videos, and .mp3s, in the waste bin, cause they're too sloooow. basically, if it's too boring or too much of a hassle to open, it's a waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me insert this line. &lt;em&gt;you can't face the problem if the problem is your face.&lt;/em&gt; if that's the case, it's also a waste. i'm a fan of the okrayables and the 5 volumes of friendster atrocities. sorry. i totally agree, but let's not wipe them out just yet. they're super funny :)&lt;br /&gt;but hear this. don't mistake my flamboyance for apathy. i firmly believe that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no amount of plastic surgery can cure hideousness.&lt;/em&gt; only&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; humility&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; can do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on.speaking of web space. i'm taking geog this sem and cyber space is recognized as part of it. really. so i'm kinda glad that i've occupied quiet a few gigabytes, &lt;em&gt;ironic as that may sound&lt;/em&gt;, of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have life out of cyber space. don't worry. i have happy horse. jiyeah ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113546051426626963?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113546051426626963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113546051426626963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/friendster-rant.html' title='a friendster rant.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113536018883488649</id><published>2005-12-24T00:32:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T00:57:24.776+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i heard it. did you?</title><content type='html'>i heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;one-of-the-boys&lt;br /&gt;was that a compliment?&lt;br /&gt;no matter.&lt;br /&gt;i'm taking it as one :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;where's your boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;wish i knew. &lt;em&gt;kasama ko kanikanina lang.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open relationship.&lt;br /&gt;maybe i should just record it and play it over and over again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;does there have to be one?&lt;br /&gt;if you insist.&lt;br /&gt;i love him. he loves me. we just want to be :) &lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;oh really?&lt;/s&gt; &lt;-- shut up!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;anything is possible.&lt;br /&gt;not for me.&lt;br /&gt;it's all just probable.&lt;br /&gt;and more often than not, the odds are against me :) &lt;em&gt;why are you still smiling?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;you're flat.&lt;br /&gt;like i don't face the mirror everyday&lt;br /&gt;and tell that to myself&lt;br /&gt;and laugh :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;perv magnet&lt;br /&gt;please stop it.&lt;br /&gt;what do i have to do?&lt;br /&gt;look uglier? cries :) &lt;em&gt;and yet you still manage to smile.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;party girl&lt;br /&gt;yeah. and all of the above.&lt;br /&gt;why'd you still want MY life?&lt;br /&gt;you're not getting it. it's mine :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;life is a roller coaster.&lt;br /&gt;i've been riding it so many times. &lt;em&gt;not that i've ever gotten off and died&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like hurling now.&lt;br /&gt;but not at you. i promise :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard it again.&lt;br /&gt;i love you.&lt;br /&gt;aww.&lt;br /&gt;i know.&lt;br /&gt;i love you too :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113536018883488649?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113536018883488649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113536018883488649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-heard-it-did-you.html' title='i heard it. did you?'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113484885786006584</id><published>2005-12-18T02:22:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T05:35:59.203+07:00</updated><title type='text'>i lost my baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;it'll never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;i've grown too attatched to it.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;but nothing comes out.&lt;br /&gt;i want to bleed&lt;br /&gt;but it's not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;instead, i smile.&lt;br /&gt;smile smile smile&lt;br /&gt;just like before&lt;br /&gt;but it's not the same anymore.&lt;br /&gt;i look twice as stupid.&lt;br /&gt;i'll grow twice as bored.&lt;br /&gt;it meant so much to me.&lt;br /&gt;i hearted so many with it.&lt;br /&gt;i laughed,teared,fell with it.&lt;br /&gt;i abused it&lt;br /&gt;and it just took and took and took.&lt;br /&gt;i feel so empty without it.&lt;br /&gt;it's like i lost an arm.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna cry.&lt;br /&gt;it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;then i find myself indifferent.&lt;br /&gt;like it didn't and wouldn't burden anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm so friggin extremes.&lt;br /&gt;empathic.&lt;br /&gt;apathetic.&lt;br /&gt;other people look more depressed about it than i do.&lt;br /&gt;i'd jump and smile and joke about it.&lt;br /&gt;i'd laugh and talk and scream about it.&lt;br /&gt;unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;i'm one of the most heartless people sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;yet&lt;br /&gt;i feel happy&lt;br /&gt;for i sprayed and was sprayed wildly,&lt;br /&gt;i slept so soundly&lt;br /&gt;and my heart loved warmly.&lt;br /&gt;and i found myself smiling again&lt;br /&gt;deep inside just like the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good bye dear phone. &lt;em&gt;rocky lost his phone too. we're soo meant to be. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i will never lose hope&lt;br /&gt;just like i always do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost my baby.&lt;br /&gt;can i have you?&lt;br /&gt;will you now hug me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello new old phone.&lt;br /&gt;hello once again once again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113484885786006584?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113484885786006584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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interspecie wrestling should be an olympic sport. haha. super funny.&lt;br /&gt;and the capt. gustav is soo hott :)&lt;br /&gt;did i just say hott??&lt;br /&gt;that means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'M BAACK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yep. i'm back. the ehemehem sandy is back. happy as can be.&lt;br /&gt;alive and kicking and kicking and kicking and kicking... (joke ni jake ;p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since absinth tayo this christmas vacation, dalawang magkasunod na post para sa inyo.&lt;br /&gt;haha. i'll miss the goodah times. i'll miss you all :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/betans.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/betans.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;siiiiilent niiiiiight hooooly niiiiight&lt;/em&gt; - be boys choir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah. yeah. masyado na kong nalululon sa drogang toh. i know.&lt;em&gt; haha. droga eh noh? puff puff. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feeler na ba? honestly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta Epsilon Fireworks Display.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; i got a stiff neck from the 30 minutes of it.&lt;br /&gt;nambabae nanaman lahat. haha. basta masaya kayo. &lt;em&gt;cadillac tayo ;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beta Epsilon Christmas Party.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good food. good company. good entertainment. haha. &lt;em&gt;pano ba ko napadpad dito? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girls were so nice and friendly. sanay nanaman ang lahat sa aking flamboyant nature.&lt;br /&gt;di na nakapagtataka na nakakausap ko agad sila. &lt;em&gt;right? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;probinsyana, di ka pa nakakapunta dito noh? haha. boo you.&lt;br /&gt;since uber feeler mode ako. todo ko na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"betanettes sa harap ng picture!" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"sinong boy mo here?wala ah.friend lang.ah "friend".haha...lahat kami boys niya..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see? i'm back. in uber feeler mode. proud of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat sa mga naghahatid sakin pauwi.&lt;br /&gt;salamat sa mga nagpapatext at nagpapatawag.&lt;br /&gt;salamat sa mga namimigay at nanlilibre :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inspite of all the barahan and kalibugan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i laff you all &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113467875764360205?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/113467875764360205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=113467875764360205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113467875764360205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hinarass ng lesbian stripper&lt;br /&gt;nanuod ng nakakapagpatindigbalahibong hubad na fashion/faction show&lt;br /&gt;nalaglag ang lampang mapagpanggap na macho&lt;br /&gt;pinakilala ang crush ko sa magagandang babae&lt;br /&gt;naligo sa ulan para sa panunuod ng mga modelo&lt;br /&gt;naligo sa ulan para sa mahal kong mga kuya&lt;br /&gt;napuno ng putik sa paa&lt;br /&gt;gininaw at niyakap&lt;br /&gt;gininaw sa pagkaarbor ng astig na jacket&lt;br /&gt;naglaro ng walkie talkie&lt;br /&gt;nakipaggaguhan sa walkie talkie&lt;br /&gt;nagkaroon ng alitan dahil sa gaguhan&lt;br /&gt;iniwan sa ere ang walang kwentang tupperware&lt;br /&gt;naglaro ng hide-and-seek&lt;br /&gt;nakipaggarapalan sa walang kwentang tupperware&lt;br /&gt;pinabayaan itsismis ng walang kwentang tupperware&lt;br /&gt;humithit ng sandamukal na yosi&lt;br /&gt;nagpakipot sa alak&lt;br /&gt;uminom ng absinthe nang walang laman ang tiyan&lt;br /&gt;kumanta ng walang katuturan&lt;br /&gt;kumanta hanggang sa wala nang maibubuga&lt;br /&gt;pare kung umasta&lt;br /&gt;pinanatiling may sablay ang pagkasumbrerong itsura&lt;br /&gt;binayaran ang utang na tambay&lt;br /&gt;nangolekta ng souvenirs&lt;br /&gt;natulog ng nakaupo sa kahoy na sofa&lt;br /&gt;natulog ng nakahiga sa kahoy na sofa&lt;br /&gt;nag-share ng talent&lt;br /&gt;hindi pumayag na sumayaw&lt;br /&gt;hindi natulog&lt;br /&gt;7am na kakauwi lang&lt;br /&gt;naghintay nang may ngiti sa bibig at kumukulong tiyan&lt;br /&gt;naglantad ng kwentong-buhay&lt;br /&gt;nanlambing&lt;br /&gt;nambola&lt;br /&gt;tumakbo&lt;br /&gt;bonding&lt;br /&gt;kwentuhan&lt;br /&gt;halkhakan&lt;br /&gt;ngitian&lt;br /&gt;tunay na pagkakaibigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HAD A GREAT TIME :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I HEART AND THANK YOU ALL &lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;kaye.icy.ange.ceej.pau.bern.pisay.carlo.gap.chet.alfred.lito.romel.ren.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;james.marlon.mikey.rachelle.jake.marco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ross.kambal.julius.anna.lhaydi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;chinkee.nikki.be.ls.carmen.karen.pau.viv.va.jaspie.jake.ponks.migo.carlo.jol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;rielle.carlos.kristia.diane.maan.diuvs.jano.rocky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sa wala jan. miss ka na ni sandy :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113454260343689394?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113454260343689394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113454260343689394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/maskipaps.html' title='Maskipaps + -'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113440194042677167</id><published>2005-12-12T21:47:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T22:58:06.976+07:00</updated><title type='text'>carless oval</title><content type='html'>wow.&lt;br /&gt;napatulala nalang talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;ang sarap pala sa up pag wala yung mga ikot at toki.&lt;br /&gt;naglakad kami sa gitna ng daanan.&lt;br /&gt;saya.&lt;br /&gt;may tiangge pa.&lt;br /&gt;nakahanap pa ko ng chocolate yoshi.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;na-sprayan ko si kaye and icy ng fake pink snow kanina.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;ang lala.&lt;br /&gt;sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;one more day.&lt;br /&gt;yes!&lt;br /&gt;kaso gaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;di nanaman nakapasok.&lt;br /&gt;bat di niyo ko gisingin Lord?&lt;br /&gt;yes.&lt;br /&gt;sabaw mode ako.&lt;br /&gt;sa friday na yung grand inuman.&lt;br /&gt;gusto ko magsaya nang magsaya.&lt;br /&gt;ay kay guwapo gyud nimo.&lt;br /&gt;kaso drained na ang akong libido.&lt;br /&gt;malibog ako.&lt;br /&gt;gago bisaya yan.&lt;br /&gt;meaning nalilito ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hug nalang.&lt;br /&gt;masaya na ko.&lt;br /&gt;solve na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday's supposed visitors: meia,rocky,jano&lt;br /&gt;see you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oblation run na sa thursday.&lt;br /&gt;sana makita ko sila.&lt;br /&gt;pati sa saturday.&lt;br /&gt;break naman nun eh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113440194042677167?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113440194042677167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113440194042677167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/carless-oval.html' title='carless oval'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113418615746186172</id><published>2005-12-10T10:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T21:58:28.520+07:00</updated><title type='text'>empty libido syndrome</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;OLE OLE OLE OLE! CAMPEONES CAMPEONES!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Happysandycarlo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="71" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Happysandycarlo.jpg" width="97" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Daryl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px" height="74" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Daryl.jpg" width="97" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Migo.Ponks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="74" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Migo.Ponks.jpg" width="98" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Campeones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" height="73" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Campeones.jpg" width="98" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Basag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 86px; HEIGHT: 73px" height="117" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/Basag.jpg" width="157" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Jack%20o%20cup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 59px; HEIGHT: 72px" height="95" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/Jack%20o%20cup.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Weallliveinayellowsubmarine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/400/Weallliveinayellowsubmarine.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Benga!.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; HEIGHT: 300px" height="172" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/400/Benga%21.jpg" width="261" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Benga!.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sandycarlo,darylsakitulo,ponksmigo,sandyjake,sandybasag,jackoahole,yellowsubmarine,jakebengadaryl&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffff66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just got back from the yellow submarine yellow submarine yellow submarine.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;viv and i have come to these conclusions regarding my asexual period.&lt;br /&gt;it's either "ang bagal mo." is now my line, because most of them are just too slow,torpe or immature.&lt;br /&gt;or&lt;br /&gt;it's because i hang out with enzo, another asexual being, and/or the guys too much, that i don't find them hott anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's come to the point that my "kilig ako." is fake.&lt;br /&gt;i've lost my remaining penchant that even remotely resembles good taste.&lt;br /&gt;worst of all, i have no regrets regarding "super hott" jake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is so sad.&lt;br /&gt;what the f*ck is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay.will go with karen,carmen,pau and viv na muna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Happy%20bday%20viv!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/Happy%20bday%20viv%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;i love you viv!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113418615746186172?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113418615746186172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113418615746186172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/empty-libido-syndrome.html' title='empty libido syndrome'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113399167434983346</id><published>2005-12-08T03:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T05:06:20.283+07:00</updated><title type='text'>you're not the backbone of mfy. period.</title><content type='html'>my system's in a confused state right now.&lt;br /&gt;i need to rest because it's 6am. normal people are either still sleeping or waking up already.&lt;br /&gt;yes. no one ever said i was normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i still up?&lt;br /&gt;i'm nocturnal. that's one.&lt;br /&gt;it's smoker's night later. i might have nightmares. that's two.&lt;br /&gt;my head's full of bullshit. that's three. and that's just plain disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;define bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;if i could, this would be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oi, may nabalitaan ako syo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ah.. Tsktsk! Bsta may smthng dw na nakalagay sa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;frndstr m. Abt sa hndi kna virgin.. Kumakalat ata -KAT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[copied the exact message from my phone. word per word. dot per dot. in 1:1 correspondence]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that is, was, and forever will be bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;BULL-SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;the person. that's one.&lt;br /&gt;our supposed founder who, for sooo many months, only &lt;em&gt;made paramdam &lt;/em&gt;when she needed some cash or a ride. the person who asked my &lt;strong&gt;boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt; out soo many times, without my permission. the person who told another person that &lt;em&gt;she&lt;/em&gt; loved and&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;wanted &lt;em&gt;her; &lt;/em&gt;then hid from the girl's barkada, who hunted her down.the person who would just text you out-of-the-blue when she hears rumors about you from another person just like her. the person who, despite all the bullshit she's done, even has the nerve to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah.. Kc umabot k lilane un..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So nung katxt ko c lilane,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;binalita niya sakin. Pag&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sabihan dw kta. Newaiz, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;musta? San b ung party ni&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;viv n wat tym? Chka anu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;su2ot?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my gawd! of all the people? it's the one i was looking for for jo-e! &lt;em&gt;wag nalang!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the people? they have the nerve to say &lt;em&gt;pagsabihan dw kta?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of all the people? these dirty &lt;em&gt;school-less&lt;/em&gt; self-righteous bisexual rumourmongers have the nerve na pagsabihan ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KADIRI!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lahat lahat. yung sinabi,yung nagsabi,yung nagsabi sa nagsabi,yung naisip sabihin, at, pinaka-malupit, yung naisip! lahat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;w.a.f! eh ni hindi mo nga ko pinagsabihan eh! which depletes the purpose of you texting me in the first place! kasalanan ko pa ba kung tatangtanga kayong magbasa? if you have nothing good to say, go away! maghanap ka muna ng school at tumigil sa paghahabol sa mga babae! huwag mong hintayin na pagsabihan ka naming LAHAT, because we agree upon this.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why am i posting all this so blatantly?&lt;br /&gt;for the very same reason na nilaglag kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's&lt;br /&gt;BULL-SHIT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you were the ones who &lt;strong&gt;assumed&lt;/strong&gt; i was this blatant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113399167434983346?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/feeds/113399167434983346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16449282&amp;postID=113399167434983346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113399167434983346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113399167434983346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/youre-not-backbone-of-mfy-period.html' title='you&apos;re not the backbone of mfy. period.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113389577365784148</id><published>2005-12-07T01:58:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T02:02:53.656+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/breechy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/breechy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guwapo noh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;breechy as mr. cupido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;salamat (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113389577365784148?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113389577365784148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113389577365784148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/guwapo-noh-breechy-as-mr.html' title=''/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113389204969964424</id><published>2005-12-07T00:34:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T14:27:58.656+07:00</updated><title type='text'>survey lang. ilaglag na ang sarili. hi mama ; )</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee width="100%" bgcolor="transparent" fontface="comic sans" color="#ffff00"&gt;BASAG o_O &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/wasted_puerto.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/wasted_puerto.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Wasted_p.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/Wasted_p.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/sunkisseed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/sunkisseed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/about_2_hurl_puerto.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/about_2_hurl_puerto.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/lasingkalang-vi.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/lasingkalang-vi.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Wasted_T.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/Wasted_T.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/I_love_y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/I_love_y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/Dance_sandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/320/Dance_sandy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ilang basag pics...apir!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Beer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.do you drink?~ ugh. oo naman.&lt;br /&gt;2.when was the last tym u drank?~ hmm.kanikanina lang.&lt;br /&gt;3.umiinom ka ba ng gin?~ di ko kaya pure. di ako tigas eh.&lt;br /&gt;4.have you drank vodka?~ yerp. delicious.&lt;br /&gt;5.cnong nagturo syo uminom?~ i was born that way. pwede ring tatay ko.&lt;br /&gt;6.nalasing ka na ba?~ oo. tao lang. besides, isn't that the point of drinking? (:&lt;br /&gt;7.anong favorite song mo pag nag-iinom ka?~ crush-mandy moore. malandi ako eh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;8.nagsuka ka na ba sa inuman?~ i'm infamous for it. haha.&lt;br /&gt;9.tamang age para pwde nang uminom?~ 7 sa enzoland. yey!&lt;br /&gt;10.fave drink mo?~ raspberry vodka cruiser. bano ako. i'm just a cruiser.&lt;br /&gt;11.chaser ng empi?~ coke. simple. yummy.&lt;br /&gt;12.umuwi ka na bang gumagapang dahil sa kalasingan?~ di lang. dead weight pa. binuhat ng 2 ma-ma O_o&lt;br /&gt;13.sino ang madalas naghahatid sayo pag lasing ka na?~ wala. di ako umuuwi. haha. pwede ring si kash.&lt;br /&gt;14.ano yung craziest thing na ginawa mo nung lasing ka?~ ay. shite. iba na toh. SECRET. or pwede ring patrick cuison. alam niyo na yun.&lt;br /&gt;15.nkakailang bote ka ng beer?~ strong ice, di ko alam. redhorse, 5 lang.&lt;br /&gt;16.san mig light strong ice o red horse?~ wow. parang kakasagot ko lang. red horse forever.&lt;br /&gt;17.hard drinks o beer lang?~ hard kahit hindi ako tigas. sosyal ako eh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;18.umminom ka ba sa bar?~ oo nalang.&lt;br /&gt;19.mahal noh?~ oo! apir tayo jan! todo rip-off!&lt;br /&gt;20.sa pulutan.. sisig o bopis?~ sisig. yummy. droole O_o&lt;br /&gt;21.mani o chicha?~ chichuh w/ suka. lalo kang susuka.&lt;br /&gt;22.pag umiinom ka ng beer.. sa bote o sa baso?~ bote. hindi daw feminine. paki ko? peace tayo (: 23.nalabasan ka na ba ng alak sa ilong?~ aray. di pa. try ko ha.&lt;br /&gt;24.naaksidente ka na ba dahil sa kalasingan?~ define aksidente. yun nalang. aray.&lt;br /&gt;25.nasabi mo na ba sa sarili mo na hindi ka na iinom?~ oo naman. lalo na pag kaka suka lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;II.Yoshi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.do you smoke?~ what? ah..oo.&lt;br /&gt;2.when was the last tym u smoked?~ kanikanina lang. yosi break.&lt;br /&gt;3.nakailang stick ka nun?~ di ako chain smoker. 5 ayos na.&lt;br /&gt;4.anung brand ng yosi mo?~ dati gudang menthol. kaso may asbestos daw. ack. kaya capri muna ako ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;5.Cnong nagturo syo mag-yosi?~ ay. laglagan na ba toh? pwede tatay ko nalang din.&lt;br /&gt;6.average stick in a day?~ 5 nga.&lt;br /&gt;7.menthol? lights? red?~ baog na kungh baog ah. menthol. presko eh.&lt;br /&gt;8.wet smoker ka ba?~ oo. heehee. sanay pero wet. galing ko talaga.&lt;br /&gt;9.legal ka ba sa bahay?~ HINDI&lt;br /&gt;10.tamang age para pwde nang mag-yosi?~ 13. basta -teen na. importante ang baga.&lt;br /&gt;11.what age ka nag-start mag-yosi?~ what do you mean nag-start? binigyan ako nung driver nung 5 ako. tuloytuloy na ko since 15. (pwede pakiintindi yung sagot ha.)&lt;br /&gt;12.bakit ka nag-yosi nun?~ masaya ako na depressed.&lt;br /&gt;13.kaya mo ba na walang yosi sa inuman?~ hindi. bakit ba talaga?&lt;br /&gt;14.e sa banyo?~ oo naman. di talaga ako nagyoyosi sa banyo.&lt;br /&gt;15.e sa coffee shop?~ hmm. ngayon medyo hindi na. lecheng starbucks yan. g4.&lt;br /&gt;16.san ang bilihan mo ng yosi?~ sa ilalim ng overpass. sa tapat ng up lib.&lt;br /&gt;17.mahal ba?~ sulit.&lt;br /&gt;18.nakakaubos ka ba ng 1 pack sa isang araw?~ ako lang mag-isa? hindi ah! hihi.&lt;br /&gt;19.lagi ka bang may stock ng yosi sa bahay?~ nakakabaliw. i know. pero hindi.&lt;br /&gt;20.kaya mo bang itigil ang pag-yosi?~ oo. will power! "i can,but i won't." haha. wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;21.nagsisisi ka ba na nagstart ka pa mag-yosi?~ hindi pa sa ngayon. wag naman sana. huhuhu :'( &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113389204969964424?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113389204969964424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113389204969964424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/survey-lang-ilaglag-na-ang-sarili-hi.html' title='survey lang. ilaglag na ang sarili. hi mama ; )'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113387650871470174</id><published>2005-12-06T20:19:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T01:57:55.116+07:00</updated><title type='text'>1 message received</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/1600/explorer-vi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6396/1561/200/explorer-vi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so late na daw siya umuuwi ngayon kasi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kasama ko pa si jp. nagsmoke lang kami..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ugh.&lt;br /&gt;wow.&lt;br /&gt;kaya pala marami ka nanamang tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad. atleast ngayon, hindi mo na ko 'mahihipokrito'.&lt;br /&gt;i just don't get it if you're going up or down.&lt;br /&gt;naguguluhan ako sa mga goal mo sa buhay.&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. nagsalita.&lt;br /&gt;gaya gaya. idol mo talaga ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss na kita. see you on thursday, you weirdoo (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone!&lt;br /&gt;sapakin niyo nga ko. gisingin at papasukin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"hoy bruha pumasok ka nga!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nako ah. magtext ka. sapakan na toh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113387650871470174?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113387650871470174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113387650871470174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/1-message-received.html' title='1 message received'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113371818888392730</id><published>2005-12-04T23:40:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T02:08:22.826+07:00</updated><title type='text'>JO-E NAKAKABADTRIP KA TALAGA!</title><content type='html'>i uploaded some pics from toni's debut, etc.&lt;br /&gt;i'm still waaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiting for them.tagal. 0_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rocky's been so useless these past few days.&lt;br /&gt;not naman useless, he's just not there.&lt;br /&gt;yan tuloy, i still haven't watched chicken little.&lt;br /&gt;he better come on thursday or else,&lt;br /&gt;bugbugan na toh! wala na ngang pasok eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so someone finally asks me to watch it, then 10 minutes later, it's goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;BADTRIP! galit ako. swear. galit talaga.&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand not talking to a person when i'm mad at them. (or happy with,alternatively)&lt;br /&gt;i don't like leaving things hanging.&lt;br /&gt;it's not officially goodbye, i know, but still!&lt;br /&gt;ano namang klase yun diba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"diba bula ako? [sabi mo]"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"so mawawala ka nalang bigla?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"parang ganun na nga. you'll see."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf???&lt;br /&gt;i'm mad, but at the same time, hurt.&lt;br /&gt;as in affected ako. why???&lt;br /&gt;sino ba naman tong taong toh???&lt;br /&gt;uhhh...tao lang naman na you never thought you'd see again, but serendipitously did!&lt;br /&gt;i'm hurt in the way that you'd want to shed a little tear.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hurt because of that ^ bubble thing, not because of what was shared.&lt;br /&gt;tuwang tuwa nga ko nung finally nasabi mo eh! patagotago pa kasi! ayos lang naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg!!! i'm feeling something! i'm hurt! shite!&lt;br /&gt;i'm kinda happy narin pala.&lt;br /&gt;it's been so long since i've sincerely felt something, anything.&lt;br /&gt;i admit, rocky has made me so numb, that&lt;br /&gt;this wonderfully hurtful and deep feeling feels like a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i discovered just now that i have a stalker. hahahaha. joke lang mico (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naman joe! di na ko sanay nang di ka nakakausap/kasama. shit ka naman eh. ayoko nga ng nagiging attatched/dependent in any way. too late. shit talaga. brought the physics book pa! shit ka tinapay! wag mo ko tirahin. manghahamon ng bullsession tapos magpapakamanok.bwiset! *really pissed*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113371818888392730?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113371818888392730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113371818888392730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/jo-e-nakakabadtrip-ka-talaga.html' title='JO-E NAKAKABADTRIP KA TALAGA!'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113352485097923525</id><published>2005-12-02T18:25:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T19:00:55.763+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"hello silence" *wave*  *laugh* - prof. acuna</title><content type='html'>geog 1 ko today.our task was to map the acad oval.saya noh?not!&lt;br /&gt;my geog 1's 4-5:30. so wala nang araw. di na mainit. which is good naman.&lt;br /&gt;but, as in wala na ngang araw. madilim na.&lt;br /&gt;our group of seven was split into two.&lt;br /&gt;the first group mapped the vendors/stalls in the inner acad oval.&lt;br /&gt;the second group mapped the buildings in the outer acad oval.&lt;br /&gt;i was part of the second group.&lt;br /&gt;imagine that. umabot pa kami dun sa may damuhan na.&lt;br /&gt;exercise yun! but i don't need it. naman. wala nang matitira sakin.&lt;br /&gt;i was with carlo and jade by the way.&lt;br /&gt;it was fun, but tiring (:&lt;br /&gt;sabi ko nga. no need for jeepneys from now on. haha.&lt;br /&gt;yeah. like that's gonna happen. maarte daw ako eh. haha. kayo kaya tumawid ng bakod. ako kaya ko (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pabalik sa dorm with my geog buddy (who's a new inebriation mate btw)&lt;br /&gt;$^#$@&amp;**^$%#&amp;amp;^#$ argh! *confusingly inis mode*&lt;br /&gt;i saw jo-e. why the heck was i in that mode??&lt;br /&gt;period comin up?? haaayy. ayun. i saw jo-e in front of cantina. hindi nanaman uuwi yun. saya (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prof. acuna really reminds me of papa.&lt;br /&gt;he talks like him and even looks like him.&lt;br /&gt;i can't help but listen to his "lectures".&lt;br /&gt;but, Lord please, don't make him teach sa diliman. of all the places. please.&lt;br /&gt;anyway, today's discussion was fun. indirectly titled-"the makings of an insane isko"&lt;br /&gt;derived from something written by randy david. nakakahiya na nakakatawa. lolo ko pa naman yun (:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113352485097923525?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113352485097923525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113352485097923525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello-silence-wave-laugh-prof-acuna.html' title='&quot;hello silence&quot; *wave*  *laugh* - prof. acuna'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113345449493932039</id><published>2005-12-02T00:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T18:24:38.386+07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;:) HAPPY BIRTHDAY MAAN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOEY! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113345449493932039?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113345449493932039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113345449493932039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-maanhappy-birthday-joey.html' title=''/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113344622753684970</id><published>2005-11-30T23:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:21:08.293+07:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet november</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/warner_brothers/sweet_november/_group_photos/charlize_theron2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it starred charlize theron and keanu reeves.&lt;br /&gt;i've watched it dozens of times, partly because it's my "29" movie.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't seen it recently. that's not why i'm blabbing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it just seems that november loves me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the only month that dared to. too bad it ends today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it gave me three. imagine that.&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't exactly call it being blessed, for the first was an unfortunate icky disaster.&lt;br /&gt;thinking about it still gives me goosebumps. swear. sometimes, it even makes me puke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have 29. what more could i ask for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing more. but november loves me and it keeps on giving.&lt;br /&gt;it loves me every single year. i should atleast love it back, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what a predicament ey? &lt;em&gt;i bet some of you want to choke me right now. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.primemovie.net/images/prime_splash_r2c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i did watch a movie today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; starring Uma Thurman, Meryl Streep and Bryan Greenberg.&lt;br /&gt;it was uber funny yet heart-felt. i felt warm inside. &lt;em&gt;yuckos to dramatizing. haha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got a bit cold outside though.&lt;br /&gt;i was never a fan of pokemon, but wasn't there one named &lt;em&gt;slowpoke&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nakakatakot nga talaga akong maging girlfriend. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrah to ORs! and to the endless occurances that prove that my eyes aren't shallow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*hugs&amp;amp;kisses*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night dear sweet novembers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113344622753684970?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113344622753684970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113344622753684970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/11/sweet-november.html' title='sweet november'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113344328214488226</id><published>2005-11-29T23:00:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T21:11:42.256+07:00</updated><title type='text'>let's party cause it's a tuesday. tsk.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"inebriation at 12 noon last tuesday, right after my math class, while singing "crush" by mandy moore on the karaoke machine."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that's a tippler's type of sentence, wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"birit paul birit!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to say, jo-e's turning out quiet nicely. *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;but i actually expected him to be this/that way after six years of absolutely no contact whatsoever.&lt;br /&gt;i did tell about rocky today.&lt;br /&gt;duh?? it's lovely 29! monthsary :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after ardz, we went to the jma orsem at balay kalinaw.&lt;br /&gt;i'm really comfortable with them. nevermind that they're ultra "coño" in other people's eyes, i love 'em! and the way those "other people" think is just so typical for *ehemprobinsyanasehem*&lt;br /&gt;three letters; S P R , the hottest! *laughs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to shade right after the orsem for further inebriation (:&lt;br /&gt;maca's aw-sum and don walked me home at 10:59. sakto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113344328214488226?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113344328214488226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113344328214488226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/11/lets-party-cause-its-tuesday-tsk.html' title='let&apos;s party cause it&apos;s a tuesday. tsk.'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16449282.post-113316015139106202</id><published>2005-11-28T13:38:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T13:42:31.406+07:00</updated><title type='text'>broken nose</title><content type='html'>fine.&lt;br /&gt;it's more like bruised than broken.&lt;br /&gt;it still hurts like shit.&lt;br /&gt;die bitch die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16449282-113316015139106202?l=sandinuh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113316015139106202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16449282/posts/default/113316015139106202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sandinuh.blogspot.com/2005/11/broken-nose.html' title='broken nose'/><author><name>sandinuh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08342088548118023602</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qjwm2lD2QCg/SiLKoHB-OLI/AAAAAAAAAAs/tkQyfSCjASI/S220/5me.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
